Artist: The Game Album: 1992 Song: Bompton Typed by: Cedmaster3K {"JP Did This 1"} [The Game] Six in the mornin', police at my do' Woulda seen them niggas comin' but the cameras is broke My nigga Ant in the kitchen, cookin' up for a week And my lil homie Pooh on my momma couch sleep We cookin' base, we cookin' base We cookin' base, we cookin' base Fifty grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked And it's time to break it down 'cause everything gettin' flushed Lookin' out the window, tryna find a way out Seen the SWAT team creepin' on the side of the house They threw a canister through the window, it shattered the glass So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask [Interlude: The D.O.C sample] "It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky - ooh!" "It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky - ooh!" "It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky - ooh!" [The Game] And I'd die before I go back to jail, tell them niggas this is [Chorus: children] Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton Bompton, Bompton [Interlude] [The Game] Nigga fuck the cops They're supposed to have my house surrounded but it's not So I'm hoppin' over the back gate with my Glock Crossin' Wilmington with 1500 in my sock Look across the street, they runnin' in and out my spot, Ant on the curb in cuffs And Pooh don't know what's goin' on 'cause he just woke up 'Til my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store Ain't find no drugs or guns so they let my niggas go We supreme We mix that Sprite with that promethazine Hop in that Cutlass, hit the switch and flee the scene Euro comin' up the block lookin' like a monster Chuckin' up P's when we ridin' through [Chorus] [The Game] Ridin' down Alameda, everything was straight Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the Grapes My heart beatin' like a fifteen-inch with bass 'Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn't on my waist I'm a fool What kind of nigga go to work without his tools? And you often watch wearin' red like it's bool, it's usually on sight with the Crips My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain't trip Bust a left on Imperial, slidin' on gold rims Empty the guts out the swisher then hop on the 110 Look around, I don't see one black and white So we rolled the windows up and hot boxed at the light, yeah [Interlude] [The Game] Watched Kobe score 60 on the Jazz now we headin' back to [Chorus] - minus last word [Outro: The Game] Don't, push, me, cause, I'm, close, to, the, edge I'm, try-in', not, to, lose, my, head, ah-ha-ha, ha ha