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Where my at?
them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt, Ghost
Money green, green, hood black, heart black
And let 'em see where you live, where you park at
Never let 'em how you get it just 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 sneakers up
'Cause I'm a and I spray shit
44 make look like crawfish
'Cause you seafood, so go on with 'em
I trust no niggaz, I don't eat with 'em
Matter fact, I'ma keep it with 'em
I don't like his style, I don't even speak him
I keep it G the get-go
Real go-getter and I let my shit
You don't get your shit broke
I got the hawk, you don't get your shit broke
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where them red and flags, where 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 know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

Hey yo, it's never be another
Shocked the 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 just to listen when I speak
Bully, he in my will somewhere, he to eat
'I Get High' like P's song
That's why my shades on, used to be in with Nia Long
Donny ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Viet
That's means bitches more haters 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 then later we pop klikko
Hah, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where that
Where my hand man with the blicky?
tell them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma my blunt
Bitch, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
street shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

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