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Where my at?
Where red and blue flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the club know I'ma smoke my blunt,
Money green, weed green, hood black, black
And let 'em see where you live, where you park at
Never let 'em know how you get it just squash
Never let the beef ride long, go 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 look like
'Cause you seafood, so go on sleep 'em
I don't trust no niggaz, I don't eat 'em
Matter fact, keep it street with 'em
I don't like his style, I don't even 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?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where them vanillas? that sticky?
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, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with them say "Nada"

Hey yo, never gon' be another
Shocked the world the half face gorilla cover
Clip on top of each other, now e'rybody wanna listen to the
Funny I'm on the plane watchin', 'Get Him to the
thousand when I land just to listen when I speak
Bully, he in my will somewhere, he to eat
'I Get High' high like P's
That's why my shades on, used to be in with Nia Long
Donny ain't around now I'll talk Viet Cong
means more bitches more haters on my song
But I go back and forth, me no ping-pong
Donny at door like Avon, ding dong
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, my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Where vanillas? Where that sticky?
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell hood rats to come up front
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with niggaz say "Nada"

Bang like them boys in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on your rapper, he's not shit
My is colossus
Blunt for the prelude, one for the
Perform with a of fully loaded objects
Make it clearer Podus ring
I'm reachin' for my phone 'cause I 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 you get at the masseuse
Chrome thing the conehead in the goose
Addin' in the coupe, what I shoot
Get in a axe and some matches and a noose
You have no on the havoc 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 vanillas? Where that sticky?
Where my right hand man with the
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, this Prada
This street shit I'm with them niggaz say "Nada"