Testo di Where We At (feat. Boldy James)

Alright, c'mon Where we at? (227) Uh On Sunday, we makin' salat Monday is [?] Wednesday, it's get over the hump Tuesday and Thursday, we watch for the sweep Friday, Saturday, we rejoice Valeted Escalade and a Royce Late at night, I repent for my sins But every day, I pray for Detroit When them guns and that 'caine is involved Know some young'uns that's caged in them walls One day, hopefully it'll sink in All the trouble and pain that we caused By my love of the game, it was flawed By the money, the chains and the cars Cali weather, the weed in the winter Hundred bands in my premium denim (Fresh to death) (What else?) All the clothes, the bricks and the 'bows (Uh) End of the day, it just mean that you winnin' (It's on) Beat the case, he was guilty as charged He think he can keep cheatin' the system Who got better than me with conviction? No stress, never needed assistance Oldheads tellin' me that I'm gifted (Yeah) I'm not better, just meaning I'm different Got ahead of myself for a minute (Uh, uh, uh) I forgot for a second the reason I'm in it Feds wanna question a nigga 'Bout my personal life, that ain't even my business I'll never tell on myself Or nobody else, for that matter Caught him up, cross-examined a witness Now he's servin' two lifes, have to handle his business Before his business handle him Thirty-clip in that F&N Streets'll take you some places you never been So go tell a friend to tell a friend that this ain't no business to meddle in 'Cause you could get the shit end of the stick Not the handle, but the metal end (Brr-r-r) Assassins