Where It's At
(专辑: Last King 2: God's Machine - 2011)
[Cory Mo:] I'd like to dedicate this song To them old flea market outfit wearing ass niggas man I
ain't ever seen you in no Cadillac And I
ain't never seen you with a
bad bitch man Gone with all the
bullshit, get up off the
booboo man If the
pimp was here right now, he would expose you You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac You say you got all the
hoes well where they're at You said you stacking that bread Yea bitch I
heard what you said Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at You said you packing that iron, nigga why you lying She ain't gonna let you get it pimping it stop trying You said yo' stacking that cash we not believing yo ass Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at I'm sick and tired of niggas lying about the
shit that they do But don't get it twisted those bitches be ridiculous too That's why I
hustle by my lonely speaking only the
truth If the
profit margin ain't large enough, I'm chunking the
deuce Show some respect, stop talking out the
side of you neck You say you balling why you stalling then? Cut me my check All you do is fabricate the
truth with special effects You need to take them monkey diamonds off you neck and you wrists Ya bitch Yeah you talk a
good game but it ain't no truth in it If it ain't no proof then it ain't no use for you to claim that you pimping You violating codes (One) gain a
soul not told (Two) separate friends from foes (Three) never put trust in hoes (Four) what all glitters ain't gold Bars and seven they sold Still ain't selling no records, you so irrelevant bro You speak about it but nobody never seen it though Difference between us, I
don't say it if I
don't mean it ho You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac You say you got all the
hoes well where they're at You said you stacking that bread Yea bitch I
heard what you said Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at You said you packing that iron, nigga why you lying She ain't gonna let you get it pimping it stop trying You said yo' stacking that cash we not believing yo ass Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at [Big KRIT:] Hey now for starters I
ain't fucking with no frauds Came in houses in old schools in their garages Like every bitch that they done fuck was dying for menages [?] It's all make-believe these niggas looking like mirages Bank account margin ain't equivalent to starving Niggas in the
club trying to floss, can't pay their mortgage Acting like he boss catching flights and taking off Wouldn't bust a
grape front like he might break you off Shit now hol' up, I
ain't tripping Keep it real if you'se a
poor pimp Some of ya'll niggas so simp You'd rather trick than buy more shrimp Or rather blow up like four blimps Get my gators slam my dough Ball in my paint with a
cup full of drank Do what you ain't and break these hoes Pull up, hop out so clean, talking diamonds and wood Do it bigger than big, know you can't but you should Know you would if you could, I'm just stating the
facts Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at [Cory Mo:] You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac You say you got all the
hoes well where they're at You said you stacking that bread Yea bitch I
heard what you said Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at You said you packing that iron, nigga why you lying She ain't gonna let you get it pimping it stop trying You said yo' stacking that cash we not believing yo ass Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at