Five Fingers Of Funk - Look At Where You At lyrics

Artist: Five Fingers of Funk Album: Slap Me Five Song: Look At Where You At Look at where you at look look at where you're going Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing Got to come correct when I select words for wreck Because respect means more than any bullsh** check I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality See I've been down from the start to tear a s**er apart f** money guns and hoes just flow to show if you've got heart And we can go rounds you low-down duck Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style s**s You little mark yo you didn't expect it Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked sh** And ain't that 'bout a b**h? Got jacked in Oregon that's my Origin f** around and now you'll never snore again Slept like a baby thinking you were all that Your'e all wack player now look at where you at Look at where you at Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for riffing Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift when Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the track Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no turning back Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble But you still put me on so now I try to be humble Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart Still I depart from the past last night went fast Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my own a** Want to be all that without holding a strap Money grip don't trip just look at where you at -It ain't where you're from it's where you're at- I'm setting it off you're lost so stop and clock your plotted position Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you're Slipping When I'm hitting I'm kicking the thick non-fiction upon my nation Understanding the place I'm facing through the knowledge of foundation Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow where demanded Know I'm branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don't take sh** From no-one throw one out to show the clout that I'm attaining Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I'll be Reigning With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now Sit Your a** down 'cause the last clown that tried to step Got swept like a dustpan man you understand? A fan of no one 'cause I know none that can bust a better rap I'm from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at