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Genres: Hip-Hop

Bomptown Finest Lyrics - Yg

Bomptown finest 

Bomptown finest 

Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's finest 

 

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, slow them up with hollow tips 

 

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I'm, self made, self paid, self safe of everythang 

And that Maybach doin' donuts, bitch 

I'm in Bompton, still hitting' corners 

And if the 'iac 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 

 

I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah, nigga 

Bomptown's finest, 4Hunnid, 4 

Nigga, Bomptown's finest, yeah 

Bomptown's finest, uhh 

 

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Now when I pull up, everything exotic 

Can't complain, life's sweet, blue drank, Hynotiq 

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 beez, 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, and what he talkin' about 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 freedom 

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, 

its long live Lil Frogg that's my word 

 

Nigga Bomptown's finest 

Ayy, nigga Bomptown's finest 

Ayy, nigga, Bomptown's finest 

This is Bomptown's finest 

Nigga, Bomptown's finest 

 

Third verse, three years later, still Pyro' it, still gettin' paper 

Gotta tell you about the homies, whole lot up in the makin' 

Teebee, 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 

High nigga 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 toot 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 

 

'cos 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 

 

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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