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

Hey yo, it's gon' be another
Shocked the world the half face gorilla cover
Clip on top of each other, now e'rybody wanna to the Sheek
Funny I'm on the plane watchin', Him to the Greek'
Twenty when I land just to listen when I speak
Bully, he in my somewhere, he like 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 'bout Viet Cong
That's means more bitches more haters on my
But I don't go back and forth, me no
Donny at your door like Avon, dong
Yeah, me and my E
Pop them things off on your block then later we pop
Hah, amazing it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, well go and pain it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
Where my right hand man with the
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with niggaz say "Nada"

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