Where I Come From Lyrics

Q Da Fool

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Lyrics to Where I Come From
Zaytoven
Uh, damn, ay Zay, you know you a fool, nigga
I swear to God
Givin' this beat the [?], nigga
God damn, lets get it

I come from burglar boys, stollen cars
Rest in peace my dawgs, they fallen stars
I might just kill thirty of 'em
Got that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get above me
You gon die, you motherfuckin' touch me
I seen some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm gonna stay stupid
I hang with the [?] and the [?] in the booth
That not on the label [?] but the K it went through him
I'm [?], you gotta move him
Though we from Cuba, we shout with Peru too
[?] on the brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news

Nigga, cash rules, I'm a bad dude
Slap yo mama out, bitch I'm that rude
I'm takin' everything he got, I'm that crude
Fuck that nigga bitch, she geekin' to set up her dude
I just spent ten on my two, [?] beef [?]
I'm geekin' to go straight to war, I shoot 'til the shell hit the car
Fuck 'em, rap like a Muslim hate pork
I'm comin' on stage and they raw
Hop on the beat and I'm leaving it sore
Just dropped a tape and they geekin' for more
Just copped a brick and I'm gon' let it soar

I come from burglar boys, stollen cars
Rest in peace my dawgs, they fallen stars
I might just kill thirty of 'em
Got that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get above me
You gon die, you motherfuckin' touch me
I seen some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm gonna stay stupid
I hang with the [?] and the [?] in the booth
That not on the label [?] but the K it went through him
I'm [?], you gotta move him
Though we from Cuba, we shout with Peru too
[?] on the brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news

I'm sorry, but we had to do it
Hey, hear me
When there's work to be done, nigga, we gon' get it done
Uh, damn, shout out to Zay, uh
My shooters don't play, gang
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