Where Ya At?
Colony
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The C.O.L.O.N.Y. east coast and the west coast fuse together this shit ain't dope it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like Brown and the C.O. check this. Lil El. Crusin' down the street in my 64 A brother stuck a strap in my window So I grabbed the strap mashed on the gas Had that brother running down the block like the Flash Shouldn't of tried to stick Brown for his cash Doing 65 on the shore that's his ass I let him go the nigga screamed "No" He had a little heart though and bucked at my door As he rolled and rolled, I seen it all in my mirror of my 64 I even got proof buckshots in my door Where ever you go keep one eye open at all times Cause you can get got or even get popped From hood to hood it ain't all good You better watch you back, where ever you at On the east we got the guns, (on the west we got gats) On the east we lick a shot, (on the west we peel your cap) Only two bags of buddah, (to chronic sacks) Cause it ain't where you from it's where you at Rollin' dice with plum gettin' high in the park Strapped with ooh ops cause it's crazy after dark Cause when shit gets sparked niggas feel the heat From the city that never sleeps or skips a beat On the streets your incomplete if your not ready for whatever Cause niggas in the streets be ill and steady 24-7 fuckin' days a week Lights and great heights right in the concrete Day time night time brawls in the heat These are the things that happen in the street don't sleep Murder rate crime constantly all the time For every nigga gets ahead there's another one behind Trying to get hip to the strive to get mine Cause life's like a mountain an endless climb for this rhyme thing Hood to hood shit's no good guard your grill killer Nine to five hit me one time because I'm so damn high I get kodiac lord of the chronic sack Plus I've been a phat mack ever since way back When it was 2 point 0 for the dove sack Give me a phat track I'll give you phat raps My verbal haze took over the west coast It's no secret who's herb you love the most And now we be chillin' with the east coast villains Exchanging methods on the way we gonna kill 'em You get the guns and we'll get your back And you can bust shots and we'll peel the cap From hood to hood it ain't all good you better watch you back nigga Keep your head up Queens for the funds Coming no triple beam dream and them fiends ain't on my team Got my strippin' for the cream so I lean Gun free get the scene on the ski mask And action set set ready for blastin' Stickinn' your crew in disorderly fashion Rashin' mean never son you're fuckin' with a clever one Foe fiends listen more power then Tom Eddison On the doo op I light the crowd like an ooh op No witness to the rhyme vandel evidence is surcumstancial And I still I grip a pistol by the handle then start blowin' out niggas like 16 candles He cold I smoke the fuckin' blunts to the roach And we're quick to break why'all niggas if ya fell in your approach Cause the gang bangers drug hangers and gun slangers Just keep gettin' the money it's all good honey yeah yeah yeah See sorry baby but I gotta do what I gotta It ain't where you from it's where ya at East coast, west coast
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Written by: KENNETH L. R. WHITEHEAD
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