Where I'm From (feat. Giovanni & Roadie Rose)
Uh, East Side nigga
Yea that's Kansas City
Grew up in the Fifties
Still rep it and I can't forget
Gettin to the bag man I take no days off
You see this drip that shit stain like Gates sauce
If you ain't know you better get up on it
Im the type to take yo bitch and make her sit up on it
Buss that thang down
But keep somethin for the opps bro
And fuck 12 middle finger to the cops tho
By any means I'm a get to that bag
Ay baby this pimpin got shake that ass
I got hoes
In different area codes
From the 816 to the 323
My bitch in the 917 know I'm a certified G
I'm a beast in the field and I don't need no cleats
Get up on game if you weak (You weak)
And real facts I'm a doctor in these streets
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a bag in the back
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a (Check) bag in the back (Ay look)
You know where I'm from
West-side, rollin, Rolando Gang
Slauson be the block Crenshaw in my veins
10th Ave in my lungs inhale the BG
Gun smoke from the homicide Rollin 60's
Yea
Where I'm from gotta keep it with me
Shit-bag a muthafucka we gon hit his kidneys
Nigga pass 20 bands we gon get the Bentley
Strip club I ain't slippin got the burner with me
We here for business
But these niggas bet not fuckin tempt me
Perfer the dark not the light
Like we sippin Remy
You alright get yo nine I can get the semi
One call have niggas crawlin down they chimney
Yea
West-side, roller, Rolando Gang
Slauson be the block Crenshaw in my veins
10th Ave in my lungs inhale the BG
Gun smoke from the homicide Rollin 60's
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a bag in the back
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a bag in the back
You know where I'm from
Yea that's Kansas City
Grew up in the Fifties
Still rep it and I can't forget
Gettin to the bag man I take no days off
You see this drip that shit stain like Gates sauce
If you ain't know you better get up on it
Im the type to take yo bitch and make her sit up on it
Buss that thang down
But keep somethin for the opps bro
And fuck 12 middle finger to the cops tho
By any means I'm a get to that bag
Ay baby this pimpin got shake that ass
I got hoes
In different area codes
From the 816 to the 323
My bitch in the 917 know I'm a certified G
I'm a beast in the field and I don't need no cleats
Get up on game if you weak (You weak)
And real facts I'm a doctor in these streets
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a bag in the back
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a (Check) bag in the back (Ay look)
You know where I'm from
West-side, rollin, Rolando Gang
Slauson be the block Crenshaw in my veins
10th Ave in my lungs inhale the BG
Gun smoke from the homicide Rollin 60's
Yea
Where I'm from gotta keep it with me
Shit-bag a muthafucka we gon hit his kidneys
Nigga pass 20 bands we gon get the Bentley
Strip club I ain't slippin got the burner with me
We here for business
But these niggas bet not fuckin tempt me
Perfer the dark not the light
Like we sippin Remy
You alright get yo nine I can get the semi
One call have niggas crawlin down they chimney
Yea
West-side, roller, Rolando Gang
Slauson be the block Crenshaw in my veins
10th Ave in my lungs inhale the BG
Gun smoke from the homicide Rollin 60's
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a bag in the back
You know where I'm from
We count up the racks and go dumb
Ten toes stay down on my ones
You know where I'm from
And if you don't know you better ask
I got more than a bag in the back
You know where I'm from
Credits
Writer(s): Giovanni Brown
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