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Casual Where They At

phrases get you into dazes, praise this overlordian who got shit for the naughty men, here we go- [CHORUS:] "Where they at? Where they at? Where they at

phrases get you into dazes, praise this overlordian who got shit for the naughty men, here we go- [CHORUS:] "Where they at? Where they at? Where they at

to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back For foreigners that ain't fifty, they act like they

'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm

where you at? You in urban combat So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts Your casuality

works Course them man are mad Came in the game no name Shot past I know it hurts Of course I deserve to be where I am When I come from where I come

They acting like what's going on now is distant reality Behaving so casually that they become a casualty Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway They try to walk away but they

Now it seems, I'm trapped inside of thug shit For my thug niggas just livin' they life Drivin' expansive cars, always got one wife Where they could hide the work at

ain't no Henny I can't live that, deja vu, I did that I gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit Kats Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at And