Roped Off Lyrics - Boogie

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off 

Posted on Brazil and Wilmington 

Red flag, red khakis, red Pendleton 

Cold steel got 'em trembling 

Stomp a nigga out (In what?) in my Timberlands 

Red dot on your head, nigga 

Either you work at 7/11 or you dead, nigga 

Your auntie stay around here but you don't 

Your cousins might make it out the hood, but nigga you won't 

Fresh out the barber shop, RIP to G man 

West Side Bompton, my city's been on C-SPAN 

My hood's been on CNN, my hood's been on watch 

My city's in the middle of Long Beach and Watts 

I'm at the Tam's Burgers, eating fries 

Now how many niggas done died eating number 5? 

Been shot a couple times, but I'm alive 

Hub City hustler, I'll show you how to survive, nigga 

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Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off 

Wear Chucks, don't gang bang, I fuck baddies 

I'll show you how to stuff 100 P's in turkey baggies 

Rubber gloves, dark spray, no khakis 

Riding steel, tell Jesus fall flabby 

L's come bro I'm relapsing to the old days 

In and out of spouses, middle manin' and the cocaine 

Finger on the trigger 'cause niggas ain't trynna fight 

And bitches ain't shit, so niggas ain't trynna wife nothing 

Who needs love? Million dollar weed plugs 

Heart cold as Sunset, RIP to Key Club 

Hoes never ease up, D2B 

Nigga thought he was a foolie 'til he seen me! 

West Side baby, ain't tripping off nothin' 

Going out a winner like Peyton 

Still 100, like Daytons, gold or the chrome 

Same 'til a nigga gone like Martin and Jerome 

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Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off 

Aye man, just tell God come and lift me 

Come and talk to the devil, man this nigga stay busy 

Don't ever get it twisted, just 'cause we don't wear Dickies 

You ain't heard of Mossberg, you know you ain't from the city 

Man, I was born in this problem 

We thought we knew the answer way before we seen options 

Do you know the feeling to have niggas out watching 

With your kid out shopping, you gon' still yell "Bompton!"? 

Man, I done lost hope 

Hope you a Thug to the Bone when we Cross Roads 

Too many RIP shirts around your turf, wait 

We trying to figure why y'all got mid in the first place 

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, know my niggas on the wait 

Wait, wait, wait, know somebody finna pay 

Finna hit Stanford, man I just left the A 

We don't recognize your car, you ain't coming in the gate 

On West Side Bompton 

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Don't get this motherfucker roped off 

Compton Boulevard, Wilmington 

Rosecrans, Central 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off 

Y'all gon' get this motherfucker roped off