Rohff - Where's Yours At? lyrics

Where's yours at Where's yours at Where's yours at Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah Come on, hah, come on, hah, come on Yeah I'ma skater, yeah I'm dirty Lookin' for my wife, while they smart and perty Your material-listic, journey That bullsh**, don't concern me Ah, here you go, talking big sh** You ain't think, I could flip it like this quick You just talking, and I'm the big sh** Without mentioning my hit list, for instance Color dunk show, got 'em all yo Got a different car, under each garage do' From the Rolls Royce, that rides like hydro That white 550, n***a, kicking like Tae Bo I don't give a f*ck, what ya haters think Fam' I did things, my major means At a pretty young age, I did major things I made major cream, I eat major greens First the yellow diamonds n***a, made ya bling Had the baddest b**hes, on the major scene F*ck what ya heard and what you think you seen I f*ck that b**h who come from Cover Girl, to Maybelline Quater million j**elry from, Las Van Dome Diamonds and plat', like gla** and chrome Black credit card, just asking on Didn't need it, just didn't have it home White girl in Africa, Black in Rome Philipina girl, just packing at home All the girls I get, I hack and moan Man I give 'em the dick, you know them b**hes just gone n***a raise ya funds, been crazier son But n***a ignorant, and Star Trak, take his fun I'm the keyboard k**er, with the raz-or toungue Don't come back tellin me, what play-ers done I did it big, and I made it fun I made a ton, oh yeah the Rolls Royce got sacadelic flowers Painted on it, and I'm leaning on a n***a wit a lazor gun The house in Virginia, that's what I'm living in Building in Carribean, fillin 'em and buildin' 'em "Paris too?" said the strangest girl I said b**h, I'm tryna change the world, whoo MC tu fais pas le poids, dis moi tu vas faire quoi C'est la K'1 Fry Mafia, ceux qui t'ont montré l'pas MC qu'on ne contrôle pas, MC qu'on ne compare pas Qu'on écoute au car-pla, que les keufs ne blairent pas Pour Sarko on est bon qu'à porter la cagoule et les gants Star-co dans les mariages on est les plus élégants Charme du ghetto, sur les photos Joue les pachs, J'serre des tis-més Roule en Smart, J'raconte que d'la merde Elle s'marre, font des smacks On aime celles qui se respectent, car l'respect commence par soit même Celles qui s'prennent pas la tête, qui couchent le soir même On est bizarres, ma vie un bazar Armdullah, j'suis artiste comme Mozart Les MCs j'smoke, le rap c'est comme La prostitution, ça s'mac, Dan's l'show buis' Font tous la bise, S'appellent " chéri " On vient tout niquer sur l'terrain, la France-Algérie Ton boss Rohff dans la place, protège ta garce Reconnaît le flow, la cla**e de celle qui fraca**e Sur un gros son "Neptunes" issu de l'espace Issu du bitume, donne moi mes tunes, j'suis un rapace Partout où on pa**e, C'est d'la ca**e, L'air ne repousse pas Ceux qui jactent dans les s'ringues ou crosses des lance-bas A bout portant, on shoot la concurrence T'entend pas l'ambulance, pam-pam-pam M.A.C.R.O-cun MC déchire ça comme moi Give it up, give it up Say give it up, give it up G.I.R.L Aucune meuf donne ça comme moi Get it up, get it up Get it up, get it up