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

Hey yo, it's never be another
Shocked the world with the half face gorilla
Clip on top of each other, now e'rybody wanna listen to the
Funny I'm on the plane watchin', 'Get Him to the
Twenty thousand when I land just to 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, to be in love with Nia Long
Donny ain't now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong
means more bitches more haters on my song
But I don't go back and forth, me no
Donny at your like Avon, ding dong
Yeah, me and my E
Pop them things off on your block then we pop klikko
Hah, amazing it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, well go and pain it
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my hand man with the blicky?
Somebody them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
street shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

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