Bompton

JP Did This 1

Six in the mornin' police at my door
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 mama couch sleep

We cookin' base we cookin' base

We cookin' base we cookin' base

50 grams on the table a key in the couch tucked
And it's time to break it down 'cause everythin' 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

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky
And I die before I go back to jail tell them niggas this is
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It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

Nigga f**k 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
Chucking up P's when we ridin' through
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Ridin' down Alameda everythin' was straight
Until we stopped at a light and ran into the Grapes
My heart beatin' like a 15 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 hotboxed at the light yeah

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

It's gettin' funky it's gettin' funky

Watched Kobe score 60 on the Jazz now we heading back to
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Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin' not to lose my head ah ha ha