Bompton
The Game Lyrics


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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

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

Nigga fuck the cops
They 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
Tilt 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

Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton

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

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)
Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton
Bompton, Bompton
Bompton





Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head

Overall Meaning

These lyrics depict the intense and precarious lifestyle of living in Bompton, a reference to Compton, California, a neighborhood notorious for its high crime rates and close association with gang culture. The singer begins by describing a police raid on his residence, indicating that he was caught off guard due to broken surveillance cameras. This suggests that the singer is engaged in illegal activities, such as cooking drugs like base (crack cocaine) with his associates in the kitchen. The mention of Lil Homie Pooh sleeping on the couch implies that they are surrounded by a dangerous environment.


As the situation escalates, the SWAT team arrives, creating a chaotic and dangerous atmosphere. The singer seeks refuge in a closet, equipping himself with a gas mask for protection. The repetition of "It's gettin' funky" reflects the heightened tension and potential for violence as they face law enforcement.


Frustrated with the police presence, the singer expresses their disdain, emphasizing that the cops are expected to have the house surrounded but failed to do so. They manage to escape through the back gate, armed with a Glock pistol and carrying a significant amount of cash. The street they cross, Wilmington, is likely a reference to a street in Compton known for its criminal activity.


The lyrics go on to mention their associate Ant being arrested, while Pooh remains bewildered by the chaotic events. The singer recounts entering a store and encountering a search conducted by law enforcement, which fails to uncover any illicit items. This emphasizes their ability to conceal their activities and escape detection. The reference to mixing Sprite with promethazine indicates their involvement in the recreational drug scene.


Moving through the neighborhood, the singer describes the presence of rival gang members, symbolized by the Grapes. They experience a tense moment when they realize they are unarmed, creating a sense of vulnerability. Despite this, they manage to navigate the situation without conflict, highlighting their street smarts and the ability to avoid escalating violence.


The final verse describes the singer's return journey through Bompton. They express a sense of relief at not encountering any police presence, allowing them to relax and enjoy smoking marijuana in their vehicle. The reference to witnessing Kobe Bryant scoring 60 points in a basketball game represents a temporary escape from reality and a celebration of their survival in a dangerous environment.


Overall, these lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh and unpredictable nature of living in a neighborhood plagued by crime and gang activity. The singer acknowledges the constant threats they face and the need to remain vigilant to survive. It also portrays the tension between their desire to evade the law and the dangers associated with the criminal lifestyle they have chosen.


Line by Line Meaning

Six in the morning, police at my door
At six in the morning, the police arrived at my door.


Woulda seen them niggas coming but the cameras is broke
I could have spotted them coming, but the cameras were not functioning.


My nigga Ant in the kitchen cooking up for a week
My friend Ant is in the kitchen preparing drugs for an entire week.


And my lil homie Pooh on my mama couch sleep
My younger friend Pooh is sleeping on my mother's couch.


We cooking base, we cooking base
We are preparing drugs.


50 grams on the table, a key in the couch tucked
There are 50 grams of drugs on the table, and a valuable item hidden in the couch.


And it's time to break it down 'cause everything getting flushed
It's time to break down the drugs and get rid of everything by flushing it.


Looking out the window tryna find a way out
I am looking out the window, attempting to find an escape route.


Seen the SWAT team creeping on the side of the house
I noticed the SWAT team stealthily approaching the side of the house.


They threw a canister through the window, it shattered the glass
The SWAT team threw a canister through the window, causing it to break.


So I went into the closet and pulled out my gas mask
As a response, I retreated to the closet and retrieved my gas mask.


Nigga fuck the cops
I feel anger and disdain towards the police.


They supposed to have my house surrounded but it's not
The police were expected to have my house completely surrounded, but that is not the case.


So I'm hopping over the back gate with my Glock
Therefore, I am jumping over the back gate while carrying my firearm.


Crossing Wilmington with 1500 in my sock
As I make my way across Wilmington, I have $1500 concealed in my sock.


Look across the street, they running in and out my spot
When I glance across the street, I observe individuals repeatedly entering and exiting my location.


Ant on the curb in cuffs
Ant is being held by the police on the sidewalk with handcuffs.


And Pooh don't know what's going on 'cause he just woke up
Pooh is unaware of the situation because he has just awakened.


Tilt my Cincinnati fitted walked in and out the store
I enter and exit the store while sporting my Cincinnati fitted hat at an angle.


Ain't find no drugs or guns so they let my niggas go
Since the authorities did not discover any drugs or firearms, they released my companions.


We supreme, we mix that Sprite with that promethazine
We possess a superior status and combine Sprite with promethazine.


Hop in that Cutlass, hit the switch and flee the scene
We quickly enter a Cutlass vehicle, engage the switch, and promptly leave the area.


Euro coming up the block looking like a monster
A European car is approaching our location, appearing formidable and impressive.


Chucking up P's when we riding through
We are proudly displaying gang-related hand signs as we drive through the area.


Riding down Alameda, everything was straight
As we travel along Alameda, everything seems to be going smoothly.


Until we stopped at a light, and ran into the Grapes
However, our situation changed when we halted at a traffic light and encountered a rival gang called the Grapes.


My heart beating like a 15 inch with bass
My heart is pounding intensely, akin to the booming bass of a fifteen-inch speaker.


'Cause I reached for my strap and it wasn't on my waist
I panic as I instinctively reach for my weapon, only to realize that it is not holstered on my waist.


I'm a fool, what kind of nigga go to work without his tools?
I feel foolish for neglecting to carry my firearms, which are essential tools for my line of work.


And you often watch wearing red like it's bool
You frequently observe, wearing red attire as if it holds significance.


It's usually on sight with the Crips
Violence usually ensues when encountering individuals affiliated with the Crips gang.


My guns stuck between the seats and them niggas ain't trip
Fortunately, my firearms are concealed between the seats, and those individuals do not suspect anything.


Bust a left on Imperial, sliding on gold rims
As we make a left turn onto Imperial Avenue, we smoothly glide on gold rims.


Empty the guts out the Swisher then hop on the 110
We remove the inner filling of the Swisher cigar, then proceed to join the 110 freeway.


Look around, I don't see one black and white
I observe my surroundings but do not spot any police cars.


So we rolled the windows up and hotboxed at the light, yeah
As a precaution, we roll up the windows and proceed to smoke marijuana inside the vehicle while waiting at the traffic light.


Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
Please refrain from provoking me further because I am close to my breaking point.


I'm trying not to lose my head
I am making an effort to remain composed and not lose control of my emotions.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jayceon Taylor, Earl Johnson

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@jam11617

he's got that 90s flow straight 🔥🔥🔥

@masco2483

jam11617 late 80's technically

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@kingofgames93

Watch Kobe score 60 on the jazz now we headed back to Bompton

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