Dave B - Young Seattle Part 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Sam Lachow] (Uh, uh) (Here we go) Young Seattle (Woo) Part 3, c'mon Where you at? I've been gone for the winter Back stage ring leader, k** ‘em all in a minute Huckleberry slim pickin's, it was all inconsiderate f** em They need me like a plug to a clucka Now where you at? I don't know anymore My whole posse came through the party when she open the door And if you down with the freak, I'll be your man for the week They mess around behind your back, ya call me Sammy La-cheat (Ha ha) Now where you at? [Verse 2: Jarv D] Probably somewhere I shouldn't be Basking in marijuanas while laughin' at those ain't feelin me How he gon' k** my vibe? He cannot match my energy n***a you're not offending me, please don't catch no injury Name tat on a couple of b**hes, they gon' remember me Your music so forgettable, waste of space in my memory (Oh) Do this sh** for fun, but n***a we getting' funds While these haters lookin stupid throwin shade up on the sun I'm with my gang, where you at? [Verse 3: Gifted Gab] I'm where I'm at n***a, f** ‘em I'm tryna cop a dub, I'm on 23rd and Judkins (Heh) You know it's something when n***as hit cuts and rollin up blunts and breakin out dutches Makin mad ruckus, trust me I'm the illest I'm a mother f**ing monster, I'm subconsciously a k**a' I be bustin hella donuts, I be bumpin hella Dilla I am talking to the grown-ups, don't forget [?] gang ya b**h Now where you at? [Verse 4: J Byrd] I'm in the trap house Smacked out with fat loud, bats in the background With a couple white b**hes, keep ‘em pa**ed out One getting lined up the other getting capped out [?] Rollin like a carousel, higher than a ferris wheel Laced guys share their pills Likely with the Seroquel In a slew of groupie ratchets fighting for a pair of heels Where you at? [Verse 5: Dave B] Probably in the suburbs Probably with some white girls, I got molly in the cupboard I be Jazz, I be Blues I be high, I be solo tho I ain't got the answers, don't be rocking hella polo doe My mind in the matrix, blind to the basic Running out of everything but time and amazing My aura be auspicious I'm bombing your prom pictures Crashing a Zumba cla** eating Ziti with bomb b**hes n***a now where you at? [Verse 6: B Skeez] I'm in the valley Somewhere in the hood, shooting dice up in the ally I love my city but my kush come from cali We move fast, we be Audi (Pew) Get a P for twenty-two and sell it for three thousand I need a whip with no roof that I can style in Hustling out here, ducking out here Man you fat dudes bluffing out here Look in the mirror (Uh) Now where you at? [Verse 7: Ryan Campbell] Suran wrap rapping Banana Goo Pie and a hundred gram patties The rubber bands fly, I'm a hundred gram stacking Been a hella long time since I've had to gram bag it Real bad habit, loud like static She tests these keys, nose white like ceramic The SPD tried to hara** these rappers We're the ODB we some young dirty ba*tards Now where you at? [Outro: Sam Lachow] Doing something dumb Big homies keep f**ing with me I always feel hella young These groupies keep doing bumps Come morning we boo the sun Can't hang on molly grown fangs and chewing gum (Uh) Guess a lot's changed since the last record I used to keep the ladies and (Shh) the rap separate But now I fell in it And I guess at this point I can't tell the difference Young Seattle