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Where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
tell them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma my blunt, Ghost
green, weed green, hood black, heart black
And never let 'em see you live, where you park at
Never let 'em know how you get it squash that
Never let the beef ride long, go that
You can it out or go and peace it up
If we was in jail I would make you give your up
'Cause I'm a loyalist and I shit
44 make niggaz look crawfish
'Cause you seafood, so go on sleep 'em
I don't trust no niggaz, I don't eat 'em
Matter fact, I'ma it street with 'em
I like his style, I don't even speak with him
I it G from the get-go
Real and I let my shit blow
You don't wanna get your shit
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your broke
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
Where my hand man with the blicky?
Somebody them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma smoke my
Bitch, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

Hey yo, it's gon' be another
the world with the half face gorilla cover
Clip on top of each other, now wanna listen to the Sheek
Funny I'm on the plane watchin', Him to the Greek'
Twenty thousand when I land just to when I speak
Bully, he in my somewhere, he like to eat
'I Get High' high P's song
That's why my shades on, to be in love with Nia Long
Donny ain't around now talk 'bout Viet Cong
That's means more bitches more on my song
But I don't go and forth, me no ping-pong
Donny at your door like Avon, ding
Yeah, me and my E
Pop them things off on your block later we pop klikko
Hah, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where that
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to up front
And let the club know I'ma my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this ain't
This street I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

Bang like them white boys in pits
Hach-too spit on your rapper, he's not shit
My is colossus
for the prelude, one for the process
Perform with a swarm of loaded objects
Make it clearer than ring
I'm for my phone 'cause I hear it before it ring
I'm for my gun 'cause I hear it before it ring
In the hood, I'm a
Phantom verbal, demolition in the booth
Slicker than the oil that you get at the
Chrome thing with the conehead in the
Addin' in the coupe, subtractin' I shoot
Get in with a axe and some matches and a
You have no idea on the havoc I
it's way too late the brain matter's on your shoes
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
Where my right hand man the blicky?
Somebody tell hood rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma smoke my
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this ain't
This street I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"