Текст песни Where Was Your Ass At

When I dropped my first album niggas was jocking me tough

And hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough

"Well slow it down"

Hell no! I ain't slowing down shit

It's 94 so you hoes better get used to this lick

You know what I'm saying motherfuckers try to front on the Blank

Soon as they think I got paid smoke a blunt with the Blank

Then we get high so high that they think I don't notice

But only if they knew, that's the only way I could focus

Hip hop blues, I'm still paying dues undercover

But they don't see the times a motherfucker gotta suffer

Pawning all of my shit and I couldn't afford to get it back

But still made hits 'cause Dope ain't charged me nothing for the tracks

Cool, much respect due, I see you fool

Motherfuckers don't appreciate the shit that you and Egypt do

Women around Houston seem to think we rich

Because every time they see me I'm rolling with a different bitch

I got a tape, true enough, it's jamming, G

But I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging D

So how the hell you gonna say you was down from the git

When you weren't there when I was making this shit

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Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack

Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?

Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make this

And I'll be damned if I let a nigga take this

'Cause it's all about respect and never giving up

But a lot of artists these days just don't give a fuck

I seen them come and go, straight to the top and drop

Way back when Just Ice used to wreck shop

And what I don't understand to this very day is

How'd all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shit

I dig ditches for bitches that wanna ride dick

Now everybody's jocking, trying to be my sidekick

Holding they hand out, trying to get a hand out

But when they stand out I wear they fucking ass out

Man, I don't owe that nigga shit

If I got something to give you, I'ma give it to you

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And what's this shit I heard about the Blank smoking crack?

Nigga, I'm six four, 260 solid, so squash that

The suicide attempt is true, if I may say

I can't explain, I just felt like dying that day

But motherfuckers stick they nose where it don't belong

And got the nerve to want to be on my fucking song

Trying to be down, but can't accept the fact that he fired

Get off my dick, nigga, I'm tired

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Nine to five, ten to three, eleven to six

around the clock clowns

trying to mix this shit down

I've been up for three days and still pushing it

My girl talk crazy, but fuck her 'cause she's full of shit

It's all about money, I got to get paid

If I don't make it in this game I got to get the 12 guage

And all I'ma have to say is I tried to

Not only my dreams died, I lost my pride, too

So I'ma reincarnate the old Point Blank

Put this damn mic down and start slanging weight

Because I knew a lot of niggas in the game

And I still know a lot of niggas who want to do this damn thing

Klondike Kat told me to hold on

While Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone on

David D was kind of scared, but I don't blame him

He was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name him

PSK, what can I say about this niggero

Always talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta though

But Dope E and Egypt E, I'm speachless

Much love for y'all fools, and I mean this

K Rude and all my boys up in TDC

I'd rather you stick a knife in me than forget me

Yo, I can't forget Bigtyme and Eddie C

MC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, G

And for the rest of y'all fools I know some of y'all care

But face the facts, you weren't there

Player, when I was

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