Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where They At?, artist - CASUAL.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Where They At? |
From the bottom of my heart |
I must declaim |
The deranged mind state |
I find hate surrounding me |
So I clown a G |
And his rebuttal is |
«Cas stop bein' a ass,» |
It makes me think |
What’ll ever stop the angry |
When they wanna throw thangs wit' me? |
They’re aware I’ll bang 'em |
Because of examples |
I have made out of humans |
Doom when they toy with my thought train |
They’re caught plain and simple |
But some will attempt to pull jammies |
So I slam with these |
Ram these, all into his jaw |
And ideas of why he is front’n really frighten me |
Cause I can be doin' better things with my time |
My pen enlightens the page I puncture |
My rage is brunt to show you |
What flow too through hard times |
And times when my pen |
Is my only friend |
I’m lonely |
Then I create a new antidote that’ll raise hell |
And I hope this busi-ness pays well |
Cause its fly to me |
But not worth the anxi-e-ty |
I wish I can BE all I CAN, B |
So the man see his full potential |
With them phrases |
Get you into dazes |
Praise this overlordian |
Who got shit for the naughty men |
Here we go- |
«Where they at? |
Where they at? |
Where they at, c’mon. |
(x 5)» |
Hut. |
Hut. |
Hike |
I strike like angry employees |
It’s gonna take more than MC’s to destroy these |
Please stop drop and roll a spliff |
Lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped |
Then I stomp 'em like a brush fire |
Cause I get much flyer |
Even in the clutch |
I adjust and bust skills |
With negative frills |
Still no one will let me look |
That we give too to the public |
Still we’re lovin it |
How you’re dubbin shit |
On the DL |
You got the newest shit |
But I can do this shit |
And I’m gonna have a fit if you don’t quit |
Cause you don’t get props |
So get stops, it annoys me |
When boys be postin' and boastin' |
About the noise we enjoys, gee |
Whillickers, still I serves |
My speech to reach you |
And beat a new adversary |
Who had me very frustrated |
So I must fade it, invaded |
Plus waited for the attack |
But I’m fortified with the proper equipment |
To rip shit. |
Yo, troops we flips it |
«Where they at? |
Where they at? |
Where they at, c’mon.» |