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Where my at?
Where them red and flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hood rats to come up
And let the club know smoke my blunt, Ghost
green, weed 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 ride long, go squash that
You can shoot it out or go and it up
If we was in jail I would you give your sneakers up
'Cause I'm a loyalist and I shit
44 make niggaz look crawfish
'Cause you seafood, so go on with 'em
I don't trust no niggaz, I don't eat 'em
Matter fact, I'ma it street with 'em
I don't his style, I don't even speak with him
I keep it G the get-go
Real go-getter and I let my shit
You don't wanna get your broke
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your broke
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
Where my right hand man the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood rats to up front
And let the club know smoke my blunt
Bitch, this ain't Gucci, ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with niggaz say "Nada"

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

Bang like them white boys in mosh
Hach-too spit on favorite rapper, he's not shit
My catalogue is
for the prelude, one for the process
Perform a swarm of fully loaded objects
Make it than 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 than the oil that you get at the
Chrome with the conehead in the goose
Addin' in the coupe, subtractin' 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, that good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
my right hand man with the blicky?
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 fuckin' them niggaz say "Nada"