Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where I Dwell, artist - DJ Paul. Date of issue: 11.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where I Dwell |
| S-O-you-T-H, M-E-M-P-H-I-S, take a guess |
| Can you figure it out, huh you see that park sign |
| Huh, you know what time it is on, yeah… |
| Got me runnin' duck and survive, up in this rap game |
| Play it fly, and movin' equipped, wid blunts and blaze man |
| Suburban to the curbin', hold up cause I ain’t servin' |
| Jump up and get ah cut ah that stuff, get off to servin' |
| Armani or some coochie, her figure mixed wid coochie |
| I’m ridin' fully loaded, plus cut, whatever suits me |
| Lil Buck and all your kinfolk, you know the click was my folk |
| South Memphis bout to blow up, boo-hoo and they can’t sop us |
| So far from where I was, sometimes I feel like catchin' myself |
| Before I go just let me know am I a fool wid myself |
| Is spv with my wealth, is spv 'til the death |
| A Gangsta B so smoke the ashes passin' pullin' that health |
| So comin' simple and plain, I guess the rules ah the game |
| Is hocus pocus tryna focus, barely it just maintain |
| So take a smell in hell, get the loot and get bail |
| Spv I dwell, and all the times shall tell |
| Dj Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so |
| It’s all about a come up man |
| Bustas can’t be actin' strange |
| See I dwell in spv, over here ya cannot hang |
| See I dwell in spv, over here ya cannot hang |
| Fuck haters ain’t savin' none ah you hoes in the never P |
| The Prophet the Possee, the bhz click wid spv |
| The bustas we rush 'em quick, come one come on scary bitch |
| We squeezin' them forties wid the mufflers and them reds trick |
| Straight at your, fuckin' dome, coward shoulda stayed at home |
| Never shoulda come South, never shoulda ran his mouth |
| Sherm wid Bourbon comin' through |
| Slammed wid eight killers of my crew |
| We trill, we killin' already the body we spilled |
| But bitch I thought you knew |
| The motherfuckin' scores, cover them holes in your fuckin' back |
| You leakin' like ah faucet any second your body gon' be on flat |
| Triple fuckin' Six, in your face got you shakin' |
| Duck my thugs from Two Lane and Queensmound, give 'em a reason to duck |
| They never shoulda took the trip, knowin' that the Haven’s buck |
| Buckshots that we produce, and we leavin' 'em loose in they insides |
| They bleedin' through his guts |
| The closer ya come the closer ya encounter from outer space |
| The Black Haven Zone, the bhz niggas gon' take your place over |
| Dj Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so |
| It’s all about a come up man |
| Bustas can’t be actin' strange |
| See I dwell in spv, over here you cannot hang |
| 1995, Mystic Styles the album was the shit |
| Me and dj Paul hit the back and catch the fattest chicks |
| We was movin' team was comin' clean wid something flexin' |
| Paul bought a Bourbon after that '92 a Lexus |
| Playa haters started comin' cause they saw us slammin doors |
| I couldn’t, stop, here, they don’t fuck, wid a nigga no more |
| But yet I still fuck wid you, I also fuck wid business to |
| Tryna stack some cheese, for the keys, to my crib fool |
| Everything was cool when you saw a nigga hype the street |
| Everything was true, when I said you hoes didn’t fuck wid me |
| Now I’m makin' money and my company is risin' quick |
| Major labels callin' everyday, tryna get wid this |
| Northside for life man, a nigga ain’t tryna change |
| I trick it wid the niggas that stay real, true to the game |
| Lames don’t step up, stuck up bitches need to suck, a mean ass dick |
| For the nine six, fuck them ducks |
| Dj Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so |
| It’s all about a come up man |
| Bustas can’t be actin' strange |
| See I dwell in spv, over here you cannot hang |
| Dj Paul, Gangsta Blac everybody hate us so |
| It’s all about a come up man |
| Bustas can’t be actin' strange |
| See I dwell in spv, over here you cannot hang |
| See I dwell in spv, over here you cannot hang |