Rhythm D - Where Ya At lyrics

[Intro] 1 to the the 2 to the 3 and to the 4 Party people we give you much more [Verse 1] Damn I can't find ya I coming for ya crew Watchin' behind ya Ya fallin going deep into the mind of Rhymes that is bussin you can test An even shoot em with a bullet proof vest on And still won't learn ya lesson Messin with the skunk U'll get you funked up s**er Didn't michael tell you am bad fuva'mother Step back The skunk is shooting funk like a gage On a rampage gettin paid to talk stuff centre stage Like it or not it's still ruthless funk 6 foot 3 and best believing am the skizz-unk Poppa can you smell that This funk u'll make you wanna take ya bells back I rock houses like were the dope sells at Cool rap? am not the bu*thead beavis I got flavor but the sweet teeth U'll knock out all of ya teethus? Damn, lost in the mist of the funk Making come back after come back But were the hell you at [Chorus] Where ya at [Verse 2] How slow does your body turn on the rotisary pole Watch ya style and ya soul burn learn The ways of the why The head in the crowd that ain't bobbin Is the head in the crowd that slides So amma' break you of like a stem The skunk 1 gliding on the track The funk 1 I be getting bigger by the rep But my game is what ya peeping like tommy Gotta ya running home to mommy Talking bout the way i drug you out Bugged you out Probably didn't even like balls But now the deep 1 that dug you out Am not a h*mo and no am not your homie Hell gotta be cruel But i roll on my belonly tho I can't help it am cool like that Not from a digable planets Am from the westcoast dammit So crammit And put it underneath For damage ain't no coming back from mr dope sacks So where ya at [Chorus] [Verse 3] I come at ya in so many positions An now i gotta cut ya Cuz i be hearing ya mission am rear Streak in my hair, skin fair But im blacker than you fool The mac that put the wack in ya crew Who's there to get spell dropped But i ain't slippin on you Cuz you finna get mopped And swept under the rug Like a bug ya a pest Shouldn't of stepped to the step me? So ate up, i can see you digest Indegestion throw you up and spit you out You ain't dubbed ya flow up But im am still sh** you out You'se u'll put yourself on the triple beam And ya too weak to be a don So put yourself on the nickle team And once the bag ziplocks you up Into the world of hitchco*k I get funky enough to make ya hips rock I get props But no you can't see me or hear me though But i bet you can smell that But where the hell you at punk [Chorus] Where ya at