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Eminem – Symphony In H Lyrics




Don’t ask me what’s up with the hoes, I’m still working the kinks out
Love stinks, that explains all this anger that’s spillin’ out
And I ain’t chilling out. Got an Oscar but I’m still a grouch
I use it as a doorstop and a prop for the broken leg for the couch
Yelawolf, Shady, Tony-Touch, Slaughterhouse
Yeah the SWAT team ’bout to break them flyswatters out
Go to hell in a drought, break ice waters out
Nice try shorty wop, we can windowshop the jewelry store
But Christ for that price coulda bought a house
Besides only thing I ever had iced out was my heart since I started out
It’s F.Y.I, if ya ain’t knowing
What, go with you? Where? Nah, ain’t going
Oh wait, you wanna date? Oh, well in that case ho, it’s June 8th, oh!
And kinda like Beethoven composin’ a symphony of hate
So much hate woven into these raps
He stitches a bitch, straight sewin’
Shit, I’m beginning to hate clothing
I hate overalls cause they remind me of hoes
For Christ sake, they’re shaped like an H woah and
You know what else starts with H though?
Hockey, shit, thought I had the place flowing
I hate to put you on ice but
You already had 3 periods in 60 minutes, great going
Plus you remind me of cocaine, ho
You always in the mirror with your face
So, I feel an urge to put you all in a line
And chop you with a razor blade, yo wait, I’m an a-hole
Devil with a halo
Hell yeah, I’d nail J-Lo to the railroad
Say I won’t! Better hope you can stay afloat
When I take the wind out your sailboat
But, I ain’t playing yo! Dope as Shady?
Don’t kid yourself, bitch you ain’t even a baby goat




Chief Keef – Side Lyrics




[Intro]
Aye
Aye aye
Gang gang
Bang bang, nigga
You know how I’m rocking
Cut off stockings, nigga
Kush in my pockets, nigga
All designer
Get your grind up
Got a Breitling for the timer, nigga

[Hook]
Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
Where niggas die at (gang gang)
Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
And I got some money wit me (frrr)
I got from outside (gang gang)
Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
The Southside projects (Chiraq)
Pull up with a Big Mac
Large fry on the side (bang bang)
Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t gonna lie (Nah)
I’m blowing at the SWAT (bang bang)
I’m blowing at your honor (bang)
I’m blowing at your squad (bang bang bang)
Pistol on my side (gang gang)
And I’m quick to draw it (boom boom)
Ye ain’t wanna die (ha!)
Ye ain’t even know it (gang gang)
Pull up on some factories (skrr rrrr)
My son ride foreign (gang gang)
We both ride [?] (ugh)
All the bitches know it (aye aye)
Pull up on you flexing (skrr skrr)
Blow you like Ginobli (flex)
I don’t need Shaq (nah)
I think that I’m Kobe (yes)
Your main bitch slow (yes)
Me call my side bitch (side bitch)
She wanna pull up on me
That’s someone you ride or die wit
I ain’t got the time, shit (nah)
I be on my side shit
Pull up on wit my money (frrr bee) with my Glock
Like don’t ask why bitch

[Hook]
Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
Where niggas die at (gang gang)
Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
And I got some money wit me (frrr)
I got from outside (gang gang)
Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
The Southside projects (Chiraq)
Pull up with a Big Mac
Large fry on the side (bang bang)
Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)

[Verse 2]
Frrr beee, that’s me calling on the guap (on the guap)
Woo woo, that’s them calling on the cops (on the cops)
Skee skee, that’s me all up on your thot (on your thot, faggot)
Beep beep, pulling off up on your thot (on your thot, faggot)
Vroom vroom, watch me pull up to the guap (to the Beamer)
Boom boom, when I pull up with the Glock (pull up with the aye)
Doom doom, how I pull up with the drum (bang bang)
Fucking yo bitch in my Louis swim trunks (in the Louis trunks)
Pull up on you flexing (flex)
Jewelry cost a Beamer
Lexus (bang)
Boy, your shit look petty (bang)
Ya heavy (bling bling)
Pull up riding reckless (rrrr skrrr)
Me, I ain’t had shit
So I’ma get it (frrr beee)
Ya get me?

[Hook]
Aye, I’m from that side (aye)
Where niggas die at (gang gang)
Me, I ain’t playing (nah)
Got my pistol on my side (bang bang)
Pull up on my side bitch (arrr skrr)
Wit my side bitch (gang gang)
And I got some money wit me (frrr)
I got from outside (gang gang)
Bitch, I’m from Southside (Southside)
The Southside projects (Chiraq)
Pull up with a Big Mac
Large fry on the side (bang bang)
Live by the gun, die (gang gang)
Gang, none of that squad shit (gang gang)
Pull up where you live (rrrr skrr)
Fuck the cops, call the SWAT (woo woo)


Post Malone – Candy Paint lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Mmm, ayy

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top (skrrt)
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (drop)
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT you thot (pop)
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch (bling)
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (swish)
Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want

[Verse 1]
Didn’t know that was your girl when she gave me top (yuh)
Kicked her out the Rolls said, “Thanks a lot”
Goddamn I love paper like I’m Michael Scott (yeah)
I can do things that your man cannot (yeah)
Slide boy comin’ down, damn, I’m hot (hot)
Everybody say that I gotta be stopped (stopped)
Even though my final form ain’t unlocked (locked)
I’m so ahead of you motherf*ckers
How you comprehend what you ain’t understanding?
Count a hundred bands and I watch it vanish
Diamonds going crazy like they on the dance floor
Got a lot of ass, nothing I can’t handle

[Pre-Chorus]
Flavor lasts forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
Baby, I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for
But you don’t f*cking know me, homie, you don’t want war (ayy)

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (hey, hey)
Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want (hey, hey)
Candy paint with the white on top (yeah)
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop (drop, drop)
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thot (pop, pop, pop, pop)
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top (woo)
Half price my whip, same price my watch (yeah)
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot (swish)
Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want

[Verse 2]
I’ve been rolling twenty ash, hit the road (woo)
Hit the switch up the suicide doors (damn)
We already know you vanished though (ooh)
Hit my momma when I ride in that, oh
All these motherf*ckers so false with me (yah)
If your money funny, don’t talk to me (nah)
I know there ain’t sh*t that you could offer me (no)
Take a second if you think about crossing me

[Pre-Chorus]
It lasts forever, you should try a sample (goddamn)
Baby, I’m the boss like I’m Tony Danza (Tony Danza)
Everybody trying to tell me what I stand for (what I stand for)
But you don’t f*cking know me, homie, you don’t want war (you don’t want war)

[Chorus]
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the oo-op drop
If you busy plotting on what I got
Kick in your door, that’s SWAT, you thot
Hundred thousand dollars on the table top
Half price my whip, same price my watch
Got no jumper, but I ball a lot
Bitch, I’m young Stoney, I do what I want


J Cole – Immortal lyrics


[Intro]
Awwwww…haha

[Verse 1]
Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screamin’, dollar and a dream with my closet lookin’ broke
And my nigga’s lookin’ clean, gettin’ caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
Flashbacks to the pain, wakin’ up, cold sweats
Six o’clock in the mornin’, gotta hit the BowFlex
Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
And the drought got me prayin’ for a Carl Thom vibe
Summer Rain come again
Numb the pain ’cause it’s hard for a felon
In my mind I been cryin’, know it’s wrong but I’m sellin’
Eyes wellin’ up with tears
Thinkin’ ’bout my niggas dead in the dirt
Immortalized on this shirt

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t lie
Form in the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Verse 2]
Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
Have you ever seen a motherfuckin’ ribbon in the sky?
Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green
I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
I’m the type of nigga make the whole fuckin’ trap lean
Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
If they want a nigga, they gon’ have to send a SWAT team
And I’m goin’ out like Scarface in his last scene
A legend, what that mean—?

[Hook]
Real niggas don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
Form at the plot
Real niggas don’t die
Form on the block
Hood niggas don’t lie
Form on the plot
My niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Form the block
Real niggas don’t die
Real niggas don’t die

[Outro]
To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
Cause you wanna change the world
But while alive you never will
Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
And now I’m caught between bein’ heard and gettin’ old
Damn, death creepin’ in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bitch make it quick if the Lord take me
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
They tellin’ niggas sell dope, rap or go to NBA, in that order
It’s that sort of thinkin’ that been keepin’ niggas chained
At the bottom and hanged
The strangest fruit that you ever seen
Ripe with pain, listen…


Lil Durk – Shooter2x Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
I’mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang!
We ain’t playin’ with this niggas man
Ay we different nigga
Boss shit!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
That stick gon’ sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor
SWAT team, Miles Burke, comin’ through the door (21)
Tommy gun woah
Trench coat woah
Lil’ bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrap the bowl (skrt)
Motorola beepin’ (21)
VVSs fleekin’ (fleek)
Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin’ (21)
I just pulled up on yo’ main bitch and you know she freaky (ya dig)
She know I ain’t no sleeper (I dig)
Time to call a uber (21)
Young Savage man I bought a draco for my shooter (21, 21)
MAC 11 smoke yo’ baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Me I just came out of poverty
I just spend 50 on property
I’m from the streets to the gun violence
Glocks annihilate you probably
I pour up a four for my dead guys
My hood is more than a block to me
I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain’t no opps with me
Bitches want sex I want all mouth
We be them niggas they talkin’ ’bout
I’m saucin’ I’m walkin’, I’m Wayne now
Don’t treat I’m coolin’ with gang now
Overdose I’m like Wayne now
Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
Now we spend 50 on chains now
And we put 50 on things now
Booty died from dialysis
Opp niggas was the happiest
The city know we be wacking shit
Real killa, ain’t know accident
Crackin’ calls with the MACs and shit
Got the pounds and I’m matchin’ shit
Guns and dope in the mattress shit
Fuck nigga with the actin’ shit
Gang!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it’s on me, on me
Why you tweakin’ ain’t my homie, homie (Gang!)
Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
I’mma spaz, spaz, get on yo’ ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
No need for vest, vest
Aim, aim, hit, hit, a chance, chance yes, yes (Dope)
Shooters, shooters with me, with me
Why you playin’ 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)


Meek Mill – The Difference (feat. Quavo) letras

November 2, 2016

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[Intro: Desiigner ad-libs]

[Producer intro: Sonny Digital]
Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax
[Hook: Meek Mill & Desiigner]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trenches gettin’ back at it
With the haters and the backstabbers
Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’mma send a hundred stacks at em
Nigga probably send the rats at em
Ninja turtle with a rat master
All this money won’t stop nigga
30 round that Glock nigga
Feds lurk and we hot nigga
Swing through in that drop nigga
Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla Ima cop nigga
I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
Kick the door like we SWAT nigga

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
They know the difference, I really get it
I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
Only the family
Keep all them niggas from out of my business
(from out of my business)
Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Get to the bags, run up the racks
My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
I pour a eight and just sip
I put the brick on the trip
I put the dick on her lip
Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
She wanna pop the whole perc
I told her we splittin’ that pill
My niggas been in the field
We know you put something in that seal
Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
Too much money that will change your life
Power moves on a island

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference


Meek Mill – The Difference lyrics

November 2, 2016

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[Intro: Desiigner ad-libs]

[Producer intro: Sonny Digital]
Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax
[Hook: Meek Mill & Desiigner]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trenches gettin’ back at it
With the haters and the backstabbers
Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’mma send a hundred stacks at em
Nigga probably send the rats at em
Ninja turtle with a rat master
All this money won’t stop nigga
30 round that Glock nigga
Feds lurk and we hot nigga
Swing through in that drop nigga
Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla Ima cop nigga
I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
Kick the door like we SWAT nigga

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
They know the difference, I really get it
I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
Only the family
Keep all them niggas from out of my business
(from out of my business)
Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Get to the bags, run up the racks
My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
I pour a eight and just sip
I put the brick on the trip
I put the dick on her lip
Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
She wanna pop the whole perc
I told her we splittin’ that pill
My niggas been in the field
We know you put something in that seal
Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
Too much money that will change your life
Power moves on a island

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference


Meek Mill – The Difference

October 29, 2016

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[Sonny Digital]
Sonny Rollin’ Grams of Wax

[Hook: Meek Mill & Desiigner]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean so they know the difference
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
Your bitches is bad, and my bitches bad but we know the difference
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
In the trenches gettin’ back at it
With the haters and the backstabbers
Head huntin’ for a rat rapper
Head huntin’ for a wack rapper
I ain’t really with the back and forth and nigga, I’mma send a hundred stacks at em
Nigga probably send the rats at em
Ninja turtle with a rat master
All this money won’t stop nigga
30 round that Glock nigga
Feds lurk and we hot nigga
Swing through in that drop nigga
Moon walkin’ in that dealer, like it’s Thriller with the scrilla Ima cop nigga
I’m a killer, you a cop nigga
Kick the door like we SWAT nigga

[Bridge: Meek Mill]
They know the difference, I really get it
I’m with the scammers, I’m buying bags for all of my bitches, (For all of my hoes)
Only the family
Keep all them niggas from out of my business
(from out of my business)
Cause I really did shit, I rapped about it you know that I lived it

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Get to the bags, run up the racks
My bitches are bad, your diamonds finessed
Came in on a jet, 50 my neck, 30 my clip (graa)
I pour a eight and just sip
I put the brick on the trip
I put the dick on her lip
Money before the deal, I had to go bury a mill
She wanna pop the whole perc
I told her we splittin’ that pill
My niggas been in the field
We know you put something in that seal
Used to pull up in that audi, I make the work do pilates
Screw the lil tip on the uzi, young nigga shootin’ in silence
Huncho I’m havin’ the stars and stripes, lil nigga you is a private
Too much money that will change your life
Power moves on a island

[Hook: Meek Mill & Quavo]
You got a bag and I got a bag but they know the difference
If you talking cash and I’m talking cash but they know the difference (Cash, cash)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
They know the difference (They know the difference)
You got a Wraith and I got a Wraith
But they know the difference (Cash)
Bought the machine in 2016 so they know the difference
The diamonds is shinin’ the rollie is clean
They know the difference, they know the difference
Your bitches bad and my bitches bad but we know the difference


The Game – Bompton Lyrics

October 7, 2016

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[Intro]
(?)

[Verse 1]
Six in the morning, police at my door
Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
We cooking base, we cooking base
We cooking base, we cooking base
50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
And it’s time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
Looking out the window tryna find a way out
Seen the SWAT team creeping 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
[Hook]
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
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

[Verse 2]
Nigga fuck the cops
They’re supposed to have my house surrounded but it’s not
So I’m hopping over the back gate with my Glock
Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
Ant on the curb in cuffs
And Pooh don’t know what’s going on cause he just woke up
Till 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 coming up the block looking like a monster
Chucking up P’s when we riding through

[Hook]
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton

[Verse 3]
Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
My heart beating 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 wearing 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, sliding 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

[Hook]
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

[Outro]
Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha


Game – Bompton (1992 Album) letras

October 7, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
(?)

[Verse 1]
Six in the morning, police at my door
Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
We cooking base, we cooking base
We cooking base, we cooking base
50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
And it’s time to break it down cause everything getting flushed
Looking out the window tryna find a way out
Seen the SWAT team creeping 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
[Hook]
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
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

[Verse 2]
Nigga fuck the cops
They’re supposed to have my house surrounded but it’s not
So I’m hopping over the back gate with my Glock
Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
Ant on the curb in cuffs
And Pooh don’t know what’s going on cause he just woke up
Till 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 coming up the block looking like a monster
Chucking up P’s when we riding through

[Hook]
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton

[Verse 3]
Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the grapes
My heart beating 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 wearing 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, sliding 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

[Hook]
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
Watch Kobe score 60 on the Jazz, now we heading back to
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton, Bompton, Bompton
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky
It’s gettin’ funky, it’s gettin’ funky

[Outro]
Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head, ha-ha-ha-ha