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Where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, that good at?
Somebody tell them rats to come up front
And let the club know smoke my blunt, Ghost
Money green, weed green, black, heart black
And never let 'em see you live, where you park at
Never let 'em know how you get it just that
Never let the beef long, go squash 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 spray
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, I'ma keep it with 'em
I don't his style, I don't even speak with him
I it G from the get-go
go-getter 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, where my at?
them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? that sticky?
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the club know I'ma my blunt
Bitch, this Gucci, this ain't Prada
This shit I'm fuckin' 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 listen to the
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 somewhere, he like to eat
'I Get High' like P's song
That's why my on, used to be in love with Nia Long
Donny ain't around now I'll 'bout Viet Cong
That's means more bitches haters on my song
But I don't go back and forth, me no
Donny at door like Avon, ding dong
Yeah, me and my E
Pop things off on your block 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?
Where my right man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to up front
And let the know I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with them say "Nada"

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