Q Da Fool - Where I Come From lyrics

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Q Da Fool - Where I Come From lyrics

Zaytoven Uh, damn, ay Zay, you know you a fool, n***a I swear to God Givin' this beat the [?], n***a God damn, lets get it I come from burglar boys, stollen cars Rest in peace my dawgs, they fallen stars I might just k** thirty of 'em Got that thirty, it get very ugly They hatin' just to get above me You gon die, you motherf**in' touch me I seen some coke, I wanna touch it I touched it then I wanna rub it I rubbed it then I wanna cook it Hop on the block and I'm gonna stay stupid I hang with the [?] and the [?] in the booth That not on the label [?] but the K it went through him I'm [?], you gotta move him Though we from Cuba, we shout with Peru too [?] on the brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news n***a, cash rules, I'm a bad dude Slap yo mama out, b**h I'm that rude I'm takin' everything he got, I'm that crude f** that n***a b**h, she geekin' to set up her dude I just spent ten on my two, [?] beef [?] I'm geekin' to go straight to war, I shoot 'til the shell hit the car f** 'em, rap like a m**m hate pork I'm comin' on stage and they raw Hop on the beat and I'm leaving it sore Just dropped a tape and they geekin' for more Just copped a brick and I'm gon' let it soar I come from burglar boys, stollen cars Rest in peace my dawgs, they fallen stars I might just k** thirty of 'em Got that thirty, it get very ugly They hatin' just to get above me You gon die, you motherf**in' touch me I seen some coke, I wanna touch it I touched it then I wanna rub it I rubbed it then I wanna cook it Hop on the block and I'm gonna stay stupid I hang with the [?] and the [?] in the booth That not on the label [?] but the K it went through him I'm [?], you gotta move him Though we from Cuba, we shout with Peru too [?] on the brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news I'm sorry, but we had to do it Hey, hear me When there's work to be done, n***a, we gon' get it done Uh, damn, shout out to Zay, uh My shooters don't play, gang