[Intro: Slim 400]
Lord, what we got is real (Yup, it's all black)
Yeah, and you're the only one that can judge me (Know that)
Serving in these streets ain't right, It is what it is
So what we doin' what we doin' so what
Don't judge me speak my name
I'm dancin', baby
Slim 400 baby, lets go
[Hook: Peryon]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, c**aine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round 223's inside the chopper
Piru piru
[Verse 1: Slim 400]
Back then he was fakin' it
n***as knew what it was, it was Bompton
Same sh** I was I'm spitting 'till this day
Shout the word out to baby Trey
We speaking on the real one
Better state the facts or don't say nothing
That's yours to be
& I'm keep it foreign that's Bompton on Spruce street
I ain't never had to fake it
Its a roll to play you should see it&, n***a
You ain't never even heard of that
(Aw sh** n***a, you better listen to Nip n***a)
How you gettin' money how you stackin'
Who your favorite artist, how you rappin'
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You ain't learned a lesson from anything
Been putting down i didn't earn mine
Two shells and done did some time
Like why? n***a f** you
And that's really him
Now recording me and him in the studio (Wiz)
Balling out at the Squad meet. (Obama)
Pulling out in all blastik sh**
My favorite color been burgundy
[Hook]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, c**aine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round 223's inside the chopper
Piru piru
[Verse 2: YG]
Rich n***as still in the turf
Since 16 I've been burned
Mixed the brandy with the lemonade call it briminade
Now we turned
On the corner on the block with no t shirt
Driving slow gonna that'll get you merked
Caught em slipping in the turf
RIP pictures on the shirt
B-O-M-P-T-O-N
Late night n***as creep in
The reason your momma said when the lights come on bring yo a** in
n***as hang out
Talk extra we banged out
Trade straps then trade them back
Let the burgundy flag swang out, damn
n***as don't want no escape plan
n***as just wanna bird and chopper and that one from in his hand
Bompton snapped back on my reybans
Thinking back who the third
Free him
He my main man
Piru
[Hook]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, c**aine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round 223's inside the chopper
Piru piru
[Verse 3: Redrum 187]
Didn't reach that
Gotta reach back
Protocol G-code I'mma teach that
If you fool 'em we gon' eat that
Heat that then we gon' reflack(?)
Don't let them be in the p hat
With the same damn thing
Believe that
Hands up no gun japanese that
Redrum still A1 spit that be fact
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Bompton where piru street at
Big burgundy flag where we k** over mag
Then we bring it right back
I know every OG that came before me
Turnin over in the grave they mad
Its a glitch in the matrix
You said gotta switch to the basics
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When a homie got a life
Other homie got k**ed same damn night
Take flight on one of your own
That sh** right there ain't right
That sh** right there ain't right
[Hook]
I twist my fingaz on the corner
Sell crack, c**aine & marijuana
Ski mask red rags & California
Piru Piru
I swang through the streets with all my partners
Pimp hard charging fee to all the boppers
Hundred round 223's inside the chopper
Piru piru