"Where You From?" lyrics - TRIPLE C'S

TRIPLE C'S

"Where You From?"

[Intro:]
Black Flag, Triple C, No Mercy
Where you from?
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
Where you at? Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?
What'd you do? What'd you do? What'd you do? What'd you do?
What'd you do? What'd you do? What'd you do? Where you from? (Where you from?)

You don't know where it is, but you know how to [?]
If you know what it is, you'd know that I ball
You know that I bounce, [?] all in the house
A minute and I'm out, a minute and I'm out
I'm on the highway ridin' like a boss
Goin' lip tight down, bitch, it's time for me to floss
Million dollar nigga grindin' like I'm still broke
Up and [?]
[?] in the Motel 6, let them boys know that the [?] gettin' rich
I see the new Benz, I see the new boat
I'd rather see your fuckin' limos, I could see you goin' broke
Not me, bitch, 'cause I'm still with the [?]
Me and dollar bills [?]
You fuckin' with the best, you can't even hit
Try to look, look, I'ma sit in your face (Try to see!)

[Hook:]
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?)

[?], trippin' on the 1-0-1
Spillin' all this Hennessy, flippin' up another one
Nigga, where the fuck you from? We throw all up and down for
Right, what you aim for? [?] do you time for?
[?]
[?], homie, wish your nigga tried one
Now let me homie know, let him know I'm back in town
Said them people hit the house, fuck it, we ain't backin' down
Stayin' [?] with the skinny ridin' Shawty
And the blockers blockin' haters, can't see 'em through my Pradas
I'm the boss, I know the boss [?]
Don't tell him I'm itchy, stop movin', no flinchin'
Bitch I'm on my grind, like I'm bumpin' up and down
Now you see the yellow brick road [?]
Triple C, triple dose, now we right back 'round
Your trap shut down, Mr. White House now

I'm from the Timberland state, omicide ain't a thing
No offense to [?] my sons on the gym
[?] Shakespeare and the motherfucker
Here's your white [?] 'fore I see you [?] suffer
[?]
I beat your ass to a [?], teach you [?]
I'm okay, you know, my MySpace [?]
MSN, AOL, there [?]
[?]
[?]
Now pray before I [?] your ass in the graveyard
[?] on the graveyard
[?] a hundred grand for my [?] shop
I came in strong, so my change [?]
When you name no [?] your brain [?]
Let's see y'all

[?]
Old school zap code, hey you know it's been heavy
I'm your boss [?]
Went straight to a mechanic, wait them niggas talkin' pistols
Oh, keep it movin' on [?]
Watch how you drive, I got [?]
Oh, they say the boy [?]
He the type of goon that [?] in the trash bag
Oh, where you from little dawg?
Represent yourself, let 'em know you ain't soft
Show 'em how you ride, show 'em how you [?]
Show 'em how [?] shop move 40 blocks a month
I'm the middle of project, rappin' with the [?]
No, homie, take it out the ghetto, we don't [?]
Oh, we don't believe you'd be the hardest
[?] regardless