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BOMPTOWN FINEST Lyrics

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    BOMPTOWN FINEST

    [Intro]
    Bomptown finest
    Bomptown finest
    Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's finest

    [Verse 1]
    I done did the unexpected
    They countin' niggas out, now them dickheads respect us
    You unsure about me bein' successful
    Well, I'm unsure about your ass standin' in my section
    'Cause I done put in overtime, caught cases
    Pop straps when Pop think I lost my mind
    Where I'm from they try to hate and politic
    But fuck that, buy a strap, load them up with hollow tips
    I'm, self-made, self-paid, self-safe, self-everythang
    In that Maybach doin' donuts, bitch
    I'm in Bompton, still hitting' corners
    And if the 'Gnac gone, niggas still sip Corona
    I done made me, I feel good about it
    But them suckas try to tell me, take the 'hood up out me
    Who would Master P be if he wasn't "'Bout It 'Bout It"?
    Or Hov without the Marcy Projects

    [Bridge]
    I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah, nigga
    Bomptown's finest, 4Hunnid, 4
    Nigga, Bomptown's finest, yeah
    Bomptown's finest, uhh

    [Verse 2]
    Now when I pull up, everything exotic
    Can't complain, life's sweet, blue drank, Hypnotic
    The past year I've been makin' all profit
    My team finally got it, then somebody shot me
    Damn, that's just the Devil, my nigga
    But thank god it ain't end with a shovel, my nigga
    Have it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my nigga
    And Frogg ain't gone, he live forever, my nigga
    Rest in peace to my nigga Frogg
    You know your 4Hunnid niggas out here, doing they shit, nigga
    My nigga gone but never forgotten
    You know anytime I bheese, I told you what's poppin'
    Uhh, so y'all niggas finally made it
    Buddha still the same, you know that nigga brazy
    You know when small niggas hatin'
    There's money being made now so niggas started changin'
    And Game just dropped Documentary 2
    He got some bangers on there, in one he talking bout you
    I know you and Peso had issues
    But real shit, it seem that nigga miss you
    Your kids, I took them Christmas shopping
    You know me, I'ma do my part, nigga I gotchu
    I know you watchin' so you know what's up with G man
    He was just worried about his kids and his freeman
    Your mom said that you said, we was on bad terms
    Man that shit work a nigga nerves
    But long as Lil Buddha on this Earth
    It's long live Lil Frogg that's my word

    [Bridge]
    Nigga Bomptown's finest
    Ayy, nigga Bomptown's finest
    Ayy, nigga, Bomptown's finest
    This is Bomptown's finest
    Nigga, Bomptown's finest

    [Verse 3]
    Third verse, three years later, still Piruin' it, still gettin' paper
    Gotta tell you about the homies, whole lot up in the makin'
    TB, yeah that's my nigga, but we ain't talk much lately
    Me and H fell out, me and Mustard fell out
    Me and you fell out 'cause
    There was some shit you didn't tell me 'bout
    But I ain't even trippin' 'cause I get the bigger picture
    Big Buddha that's my nigga, so you know you my nigga
    Turtle gone, Chica-gone, Buddha three
    Call, you know I answer my phone
    "How this nigga in skinny jeans be the realest from the team?"
    This how them old niggas holla behind the scene
    And baby Buddha, my Tree Top trooper
    Big homies don't love ya 'cause they ain't say nothin' to ya
    But in real time the shit out here be too tough
    Gotta stay dangerous, gotta keep touped up
    Hoppin' out with two tucked doin' too much
    Don't give two fucks livin' like I can't lose much
    Fuck luck, hit the bottle, now I'm fucked up
    Spread the money out
    'Cause what goes around, come around, nigga, nunchucks
    Blow it once okay, blow it twice, you a dumb fuck
    I done took homies off the block
    Who knows how many homies
    I done saved from gettin' popped
    Look at Slim he ain't gotta sell rocks
    I told him figure out this rap shit, then you buy the block
    Look at Syke800, lookin' like money
    I told him save that shit don't spend it all on the day
    Ayy Buddha, 'Ru you know what it 'Ru
    We got some shit in the makin', it's bomin' soon
    Went from slangin' to bangin' and burglaries before school
    Then finesse this rap shit on Piru

    [Bridge]
    Bomptown's finest
    Ayy, nigga Bomptown's finest
    Ayy nigga, Bomptown's finest
    This is Bomptown's finest
    Nigga, Bomptown's finest

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