Where U At Lyrics
Game:lemme run with ya 4 5 vinna dash choppers on the white walls
50 cara after math change show em the ice dog
Fabo:50 ina am glow camo amo hard top lambo they know who i am though
Game:dinna than a damn yo can i say that? niggas stay strap get ya 50 clap asap cesar push way back you wanna horse say that
Fabo:day that type to say that hype the lay that not knows shots blows with a snippers lay at brain on the wind shield with a wipers sway at im in the mall black carton i swipe and pay that we used to be hyped to say that now its just nothing new
Game:niggas cant excell she makes em fail lil nigga get lost like Dave Chapplle hey jay from Brooklyn yup blazin el cus i know how it felt when he lost the feel tray died in the same 300 so i stopped fucking with Chrysler put a crash bar on a Hummer
Fabo:wanna change but the number on the tail of the check i wanna die yelling my set and inhalin the *cough cough*
Game:low so lemme choke on that take the wheel of the low rider till the tires on the spokes go flat when the back of the fuck let the top go back me and Fab jus blaze when we hop on track IT TO EARLY
