"Where You From?" lyrics

Ayy, ayy
Yeah, ho
What the fuck?
David Banner, nig-

Throw your signs, show them boys where you're from (Yeah, ho, where you from)
Don't get blow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, yeah, ho, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, go on rage, get em' crunk (Get 'em crunk, yeah, ho)
Don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck, yeah, ho), that's where you're from (What the fuck? Yeah, ho, yeah, yeah)

I ain't no lackin' in my mackin', ask that hoe what crackin'
Treat her like some extra escalator Cadillac in my vernacular
What's relaxin' her?
Put her ass off in the passenger
See she know she daddy lil' freak
I'm on penthouses and mansions, acres with my wrenches (Yeah, ho)
Shooters for intruders, we ain't takin' any chances (Yeah, ho)
So elaborate, excessive outfits be applyin' pressure, huh (Yeah, ho)
Her uptailin' make my garment (Yeah, ho), and why my details so impressive (Yeah, ho)
So dangerous, intelligent, been famous for my eloquent (Yeah, ho)
Been addressing elephant, in the room ever since (Yeah, ho)
I would say something but I'm hesitant (Yeah, ho)
'Cause one thing about a diamond man (Yeah, ho), they think they know it all, can't tell em shit (Yeah, ho)
Misdemeanor felony, who else but the king, bitch? (Yeah, ho)
Knowin' when you see it ain't hard to distinguish (Yeah, ho)
Got a couple fine bitches tag teamin' (Yeah, ho)
Microdosin' ass in somewhere private, smokin', laughin' at my demons (Yeah, ho)

Throw your signs, show them boys where you're from (Gang, gang, yeah, ho)
Don't get blow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Grrrt, yeah, ho)
Got the crowd, go on rage, get em' crunk (Get 'em crunk, yeah, ho)
Don't give a fuck (Give a fuck, yeah, ho), where you from (Where you from, yeah, ho)
Throw your signs, show them boys where you're from (Where you from, yeah, ho)
Don't get blow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, yeah, ho, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, go on rage, get em' crunk (Get 'em crunk, yeah, ho)
Don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck, yeah, ho), that's where you from (What the fuck? Yeah, ho)

North Memphis, bitch, nigga, welcome to my city (City)
You looking for a easy come up, you might come up missing
Get this money, all I keep is hundreds, you won't find a fifty
Hold up, you won't find no ones, I made it thunderstorm
My little Memphis niggas carry sticks like a baton (Yeah, ho)
All they want is smoke, they get shit poppin' just for fun (Yeah, ho)
Ain't no back and forth, this ain't table tennis (Yeah, ho)
I might go on tour (Yeah, ho), bring the whole new Memphis (Yeah, ho)
One bitch won't do, I need two at a time (Yeah, ho)
Back to back in them foreigns, look like a funeral line (Yeah, ho)
Blowin' gas in the Tesla, high as an extraterrestrial (Yeah, ho)
I just got one request from you hater, hop off my testicles (Yeah)

Throw your signs, show them boys where you're from (Gang, gang, yeah, ho)
Don't get blow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Grrrt, yeah, ho)
Got the crowd, go on rage, get em' crunk (Get 'em crunk, yeah, ho)
Don't give a fuck (Give a fuck, yeah, ho), where you from (Where you from, yeah, ho)
Throw your signs, show them boys where you're from (Where you from, yeah, ho)
Don't get blow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, yeah, ho, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, go on rage, get em' crunk (Get 'em crunk, yeah, ho)
Don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck, yeah, ho), that's where you from (What the fuck? Yeah, ho)

Straight up out that mess, where our nigga pack them tools
And if we point them, we don't miss, still something like a pimp
You just might fire me with your miss, nigga trip, big clip
It holds a hundred and that bitch, we get to runnin' in your shit, yeah, ho
We from a city where you rap, you play sports, and you sell dope
And we don't tolerate no rats, so you gon' die, you tell, ho
Big fish off in that water, something like a whale, ho
And all my niggas tryna go, and we don't wanna rail roll
M-I, crooked, crooked, I, crooked, crooked, I
P-P-I, self-made, D-Y-I, ain't no lie
We treat beef like B-B-Q, D-O-A
Keep that fire, cop that back, bap, bap, bap
R.I.P. [?]

Throw your signs, show them boys where you're from (Where you from, yeah, ho)
Don't get blow, we got sticks, we keep drums (Yeah, yeah, ho, we keep drums)
Got the crowd, go on rage, get em' crunk (Get 'em crunk, yeah, ho)
Don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck, yeah, ho), that's where you from (What the fuck? Yeah, ho)

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