Where im From

Paper chasing, but a nigga gotta still creep Lifestyle wild, do anything for that fuckin
cheese Try to play, I whip it out, big D.E
If you ain't from where I'm from, you can't feel me
Paper chasing, but a nigga gotta still creep Lifestyle wild, do anything for that fuckin cheese

Try to play, I whip it out, big D.E
If you ain't from where I'm from, you can't feel me
I'm from an area where niggas is reckless Tryna set the play, choppa, takin' off your
necklace In my section, boy, killas Leave yo ass breathless

If you ain't from around here, don't be present
Oh he think it's nice, caught him at the light
I yank that 40, got him lookin' like he see the light
I never double back twice, put it on my life I'ma do it right there, then pour up the Sprite

I never think about it twice, that's the way of life
I'm pullin' up for the niggas that's gon' risk they life
I lost my brothers to the streets, damn, they got bruh
But it was an eye for an eye, you know I got bruh

Come and test the waters, boy, I got you somethin
Whole drum, hold a hunnid, no doctors comin
Come and test the waters, boy, I got you somethin
Whole drum, hold a hunnid, no doctors comin

Paper chasing, but a nigga gotta still creep Lifestyle wild, do anything for that fuckin cheese
Tryna to play, I whip it out, big D.E
If you ain't from where I'm from, you can't feel me
Paper chasing, but a nigga gotta still creep
Lifestyle wild, do anything for that fuckin cheese
Try to play out, i whip it out, big D.E
If you ain't from where I'm from, you can't feel me
I'm from Oakland, where niggas toting it ain't no jokin

Niggas get smoked back-to-back like when Snoop be smokin
Be smooth, watch your back, better stay focused
You can get stripped or stretched in the wide open
Whole lotta dope sellin' niggas & bitches tellin

Pimps, macks, hoe tracks, equal up to pussy sellin
Two-time losers, & about to catch they third felon
Young-ass shooters, and them clips got them thirties in em
Grew up in them trenches, & I know cats who got buried in em

Know some people made it out, but still thuggin', fuckin' with it
Got some people can't get out like quicksand they stuck in it
Hit your hood, move the package out, yeah, they floodin it
Whole lotta guns with drums, & best believe they bussin

Stupid-ass motherfuckers Ah shoot some shit up for nothin
I remember times you would fight, now everybody clutchin
Bitches used to keep that pussy tight, now everybody fuckin

Paper chasin', but a nigga gotta still creep
Life style wild, do anything for that fuckin' cheese
Try to play, I whip it out, Big D.E
If you ain't from where I'm from, you can't feel me
Paper chasin' but a nigga gotta still creep

Life style wild, do anything for that fuckin' cheese
Try to play, I whip it out, Big D.E
If you ain't from where I'm from, you can't feel me...



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Writer(s): James Brown
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