Teksty:
Casual Where They At

phrases get you into dazes, praise this overlordian who got shit for the naughty men, here we go- [CHORUS:] "Where they at? Where they at? Where they at

phrases get you into dazes, praise this overlordian who got shit for the naughty men, here we go- [CHORUS:] "Where they at? Where they at? Where they at

feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually

'm free And the streets to a player is the place to be Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand Gold on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm

be dead? This old German said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face like he wonder where I got my

ain't no time to speak [S] Where you at? [W] What you think, about to find that freak The night's just beginning, strobe lights and nice women Get in where

be on that supermasculine (shit) Crackin the whip just to shut you you and fasten your lip I just be shinin my light and they be baskin in it I go out casually

feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually

than shaft on my musical path Hook [casual] They like "ooh. don't say that." When it's lay doe a dat competition where they at? I diss 'em Steady at