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Bomptown
Bomptown
Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's

I did the unexpected
They countin' out, now them dickheads respect us
You unsure about me successful
Well, I'm unsure about your ass standin' in my
I done put in overtime,
caught cases, pop straps when Pop I lost my mind
Where I'm they try to hate and politic
But that, buy a strap, slow them up with hollow tips

I'm, self made, self paid, safe of everythang
And that Maybach doin' donuts,
I'm in Bompton, hitting' corners
And if the 'iac gone, still sip Corona
I done made me, I good about it
But suckas try to tell me, take the hood up out me
Who would Master P be if he "'Bout It 'Bout It"?
Or HOV without the Marcy

I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah,
finest, 4Hunnid, 4
Nigga, finest, yeah
finest, uhh

Now I pull up, everything exotic
complain, life's sweet, blue drank, Hynotiq
The year I've been makin' all profit
My team got it, then somebody shot me
Damn, that's just the Devil, my
But thank god it ain't end a shovel, my nigga
Have it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my
And Frogg ain't gone, he forever, my nigga
Rest in to my nigga Frogg
You know your 4Hunnid niggas out here, they shit, nigga
My nigga gone but forgotten

You know anytime I beez, I told you poppin'
Uhh, so y'all niggas finally it
Buddha still the same, you know that nigga
You know when small niggas
There's being made now so niggas started changin'
And Game just Documentary 2
He got some bangers on there, and what he about you
I you and Peso had issues,
but real shit, it seem that nigga you
Your kids, I took them shopping
You know me, I'ma do my part, nigga I

I know you watchin' so you know up with G man
He was just about his kids and his freedom
Your mom said that you said, we was on bad
Man that work a nigga nerves
But as Lil Buddha on this Earth,
its long live Lil that's my word

Bomptown's finest
Ayy, nigga finest
Ayy, nigga, finest
This is Bomptown's
Nigga, Bomptown's

Third verse, three years later, still Pyro' it, gettin' paper
Gotta you about the homies, whole lot up in the makin'
Teebee, yeah that's my nigga, but we ain't talk lately
Me and H out, me and Mustard fell out
Me and you fell out 'cause
was some shit you didn't tell me
But I even trippin' 'cause I get the bigger picture
Big Buddha my nigga, so you know you my nigga

Turtle gone, Chica-gone, Buddha three call you know I answer my
nigga skinny jeans, be the realest from the team
This how old niggas holla behind the scene
And baby Buddha, my Tree Top
Big homies love ya 'cause they ain't say nothin' to ya
But in real time the shit out be too tough
Gotta dangerous, gotta keep toot up
Hoppin' out with two tucked too much
give two fucks livin' like I can't lose much
Fuck luck, hit the bottle, now I'm up
the money out

'cos what around, come around, nigga, nunchucks
Blow it once okay, blow it twice, you a fuck
I took homies off the block
Who knows how many homies I done saved gettin' popped
Look at Slim he ain't gotta sell
I him figure out this rap shit, then you buy the block
Look at Syke800, lookin' like
I told him save that shit spend it all on the day
Ayy Buddha, ru' you what it ru'
We got some shit in the makin', it's soon
from slangin' to bangin' and burglaries before school
Then finesse rap shit on Piru

Bomptown's
Ayy, Bomptown's finest
Ayy nigga, Bomptown's
is Bomptown's finest
Nigga, finest