Where We At Lyrics
| Song | Where We At |
| Artist | Jurassic 5 |
| Album | Feedback |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Givens, Henderson, Potsic ... | |
| Speak my mind just to reach your mind | |
| Tap a tempo off the instrumental just to get the drum line | |
| You know it's my time reel up and rewind | |
| Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine | |
| You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes | |
| I take it further than a murder or | |
| I hate crime | |
| Don't hate on me what have you done for me lately | |
| Beside to bait me assume and mistakely | |
| Too abstract than a backpack | |
| To super underground with the beats and rats' | |
| Cause I refuse to bust gats and water down my raps | |
| To get me caught up in a trap and set me years back, fuck that | |
| Yeah, right from the start remember that feeling | |
| The way the hip-hop used to make you feel | |
| So real like getting first signed | |
| Then the first time you heard | |
| Planet Rock | |
| Word is over, the | |
| God, Staten | |
| Island, for real, for real | |
| I heard brother say | |
| J5, men them niggas ain't shit | |
| Them niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clip | |
| They never claimed thug or a pimp | |
| Them niggas never made the attempt | |
| Hey yo, they ain't all that | |
| My six members men and four of them black | |
| What kind of racist statement is that | |
| They need to change their views | |
| Start talking about the clubbing they do | |
| That's the reason we ain't fucking with you | |
| Today's artist is tough, talking loud, this isn't enough, yeah | |
| Let's talk about the guns you bust, nigga, the crack you cut | |
| Or all the cars that you bought wholesale | |
| Or the niggas rattling your cold tail | |
| I've been keeping it real, let's talk about the ash you feel | |
| Now thats the way to get mass appeal | |
| Ya'll ain't heard that, “ | |
| Wow”, the brothers ain't feeling your style | |
| You get stoned play over the radio right now | |
| Where we at? | |
| Where we at? | |
| Where we at? | |
| Don't deny me, diss or ostracize me' | |
| Cause it's likely | |
| I'm all up in your sight gee | |
| It's unreal how you deal and threat us | |
| Your bunch of believers | |
| I can tell just by the way you retreat, cat' | |
| Cause this is a discreet fact | |
| They heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack | |
| So you could put your seat back, pick up your feet and bring facts | |
| Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap' | |
| Cause your either bling-bligin' or your next tails rignin'(Dring) | |
| Either way it goes, fat baby ain't signing | |
| The game ain't over until we all get shined | |
| I mean you do your thing and | |
| I do mine |
| zuo ci : Givens, Henderson, Potsic ... | |
| Speak my mind just to reach your mind | |
| Tap a tempo off the instrumental just to get the drum line | |
| You know it' s my time reel up and rewind | |
| Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine | |
| You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes | |
| I take it further than a murder or | |
| I hate crime | |
| Don' t hate on me what have you done for me lately | |
| Beside to bait me assume and mistakely | |
| Too abstract than a backpack | |
| To super underground with the beats and rats' | |
| Cause I refuse to bust gats and water down my raps | |
| To get me caught up in a trap and set me years back, fuck that | |
| Yeah, right from the start remember that feeling | |
| The way the hiphop used to make you feel | |
| So real like getting first signed | |
| Then the first time you heard | |
| Planet Rock | |
| Word is over, the | |
| God, Staten | |
| Island, for real, for real | |
| I heard brother say | |
| J5, men them niggas ain' t shit | |
| Them niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clip | |
| They never claimed thug or a pimp | |
| Them niggas never made the attempt | |
| Hey yo, they ain' t all that | |
| My six members men and four of them black | |
| What kind of racist statement is that | |
| They need to change their views | |
| Start talking about the clubbing they do | |
| That' s the reason we ain' t fucking with you | |
| Today' s artist is tough, talking loud, this isn' t enough, yeah | |
| Let' s talk about the guns you bust, nigga, the crack you cut | |
| Or all the cars that you bought wholesale | |
| Or the niggas rattling your cold tail | |
| I' ve been keeping it real, let' s talk about the ash you feel | |
| Now thats the way to get mass appeal | |
| Ya' ll ain' t heard that, " | |
| Wow", the brothers ain' t feeling your style | |
| You get stoned play over the radio right now | |
| Where we at? | |
| Where we at? | |
| Where we at? | |
| Don' t deny me, diss or ostracize me' | |
| Cause it' s likely | |
| I' m all up in your sight gee | |
| It' s unreal how you deal and threat us | |
| Your bunch of believers | |
| I can tell just by the way you retreat, cat' | |
| Cause this is a discreet fact | |
| They heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack | |
| So you could put your seat back, pick up your feet and bring facts | |
| Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap' | |
| Cause your either blingbligin' or your next tails rignin' Dring | |
| Either way it goes, fat baby ain' t signing | |
| The game ain' t over until we all get shined | |
| I mean you do your thing and | |
| I do mine |
| zuò cí : Givens, Henderson, Potsic ... | |
| Speak my mind just to reach your mind | |
| Tap a tempo off the instrumental just to get the drum line | |
| You know it' s my time reel up and rewind | |
| Get off that cheap wine swinging on my grapevine | |
| You heard a brother worthy and create rhymes | |
| I take it further than a murder or | |
| I hate crime | |
| Don' t hate on me what have you done for me lately | |
| Beside to bait me assume and mistakely | |
| Too abstract than a backpack | |
| To super underground with the beats and rats' | |
| Cause I refuse to bust gats and water down my raps | |
| To get me caught up in a trap and set me years back, fuck that | |
| Yeah, right from the start remember that feeling | |
| The way the hiphop used to make you feel | |
| So real like getting first signed | |
| Then the first time you heard | |
| Planet Rock | |
| Word is over, the | |
| God, Staten | |
| Island, for real, for real | |
| I heard brother say | |
| J5, men them niggas ain' t shit | |
| Them niggas never slapped no bitch, never inserted a clip | |
| They never claimed thug or a pimp | |
| Them niggas never made the attempt | |
| Hey yo, they ain' t all that | |
| My six members men and four of them black | |
| What kind of racist statement is that | |
| They need to change their views | |
| Start talking about the clubbing they do | |
| That' s the reason we ain' t fucking with you | |
| Today' s artist is tough, talking loud, this isn' t enough, yeah | |
| Let' s talk about the guns you bust, nigga, the crack you cut | |
| Or all the cars that you bought wholesale | |
| Or the niggas rattling your cold tail | |
| I' ve been keeping it real, let' s talk about the ash you feel | |
| Now thats the way to get mass appeal | |
| Ya' ll ain' t heard that, " | |
| Wow", the brothers ain' t feeling your style | |
| You get stoned play over the radio right now | |
| Where we at? | |
| Where we at? | |
| Where we at? | |
| Don' t deny me, diss or ostracize me' | |
| Cause it' s likely | |
| I' m all up in your sight gee | |
| It' s unreal how you deal and threat us | |
| Your bunch of believers | |
| I can tell just by the way you retreat, cat' | |
| Cause this is a discreet fact | |
| They heat rap beat gaps but stay of the knee rack | |
| So you could put your seat back, pick up your feet and bring facts | |
| Rhymes and beats that we create can defeat that weak crap' | |
| Cause your either blingbligin' or your next tails rignin' Dring | |
| Either way it goes, fat baby ain' t signing | |
| The game ain' t over until we all get shined | |
| I mean you do your thing and | |
| I do mine |
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