Where It's At

(album: Last King 2: God's Machine - 2011)

[Cory Mo:]
I'd like to dedicate this song
To them old flea market outfit wearing ass niggas man
I ain't ever seen you in no Cadillac
And I ain't never seen you with a bad bitch man
Gone with all the bullshit, get up off the booboo man
If the pimp was here right now, he would expose you

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac
You say you got all the hoes well where they're at
You said you stacking that bread
Yea bitch I heard what you said
Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at
You said you packing that iron, nigga why you lying
She ain't gonna let you get it pimping it stop trying
You said yo' stacking that cash we not believing yo ass
Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

I'm sick and tired of niggas lying about the shit that they do
But don't get it twisted those bitches be ridiculous too
That's why I hustle by my lonely speaking only the truth
If the profit margin ain't large enough, I'm chunking the deuce
Show some respect, stop talking out the side of you neck
You say you balling why you stalling then? Cut me my check
All you do is fabricate the truth with special effects
You need to take them monkey diamonds off you neck and you wrists
Ya bitch
Yeah you talk a good game but it ain't no truth in it
If it ain't no proof then it ain't no use for you to claim that you pimping
You violating codes
(One) gain a soul not told
(Two) separate friends from foes
(Three) never put trust in hoes
(Four) what all glitters ain't gold
Bars and seven they sold
Still ain't selling no records, you so irrelevant bro
You speak about it but nobody never seen it though
Difference between us, I don't say it if I don't mean it ho

You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac
You say you got all the hoes well where they're at
You said you stacking that bread
Yea bitch I heard what you said
Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at
You said you packing that iron, nigga why you lying
She ain't gonna let you get it pimping it stop trying
You said yo' stacking that cash we not believing yo ass
Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

[Big KRIT:]
Hey now for starters I ain't fucking with no frauds
Came in houses in old schools in their garages
Like every bitch that they done fuck was dying for menages [?]
It's all make-believe these niggas looking like mirages
Bank account margin ain't equivalent to starving
Niggas in the club trying to floss, can't pay their mortgage
Acting like he boss catching flights and taking off
Wouldn't bust a grape front like he might break you off
Shit now hol' up, I ain't tripping
Keep it real if you'se a poor pimp
Some of ya'll niggas so simp
You'd rather trick than buy more shrimp
Or rather blow up like four blimps
Get my gators slam my dough
Ball in my paint with a cup full of drank
Do what you ain't and break these hoes
Pull up, hop out so clean, talking diamonds and wood
Do it bigger than big, know you can't but you should
Know you would if you could, I'm just stating the facts
Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at

[Cory Mo:]
You say you swinging on 40's well where yo 'lac
You say you got all the hoes well where they're at
You said you stacking that bread
Yea bitch I heard what you said
Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at
You said you packing that iron, nigga why you lying
She ain't gonna let you get it pimping it stop trying
You said yo' stacking that cash we not believing yo ass
Don't talk about it, be about it, where it's at