Hiding Place Lyrics
| Song | Hiding Place |
| Artist | Little Brother |
| Album | The Minstrel Show |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| (Where you gonna hide?) | |
| Rapper | |
| (Where you gonna hide?) | |
| Dilla Dog, Jay Dee | |
| (Where you gonna hide?) | |
| Elzhi | |
| (Where you gonna hide?) | |
| Phonte | |
| Another little brother presentation | |
| Sending this out across the nation | |
| [Verse 1: Big Pooh] | |
| I'm a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer | |
| Pooh be spreading out, like a body of cancer | |
| My stanza, get it going like a car, (vroom) | |
| Usher in the new era, like this y'all (this y'all) | |
| I'm raw stripped down, no minerals | |
| A distilled emcee, no chemicals, no subliminals | |
| A smooth criminal before the rape charge | |
| I, shake and bake, bring terror to your squad | |
| My, pen's ferocious | |
| I'm so focused and | |
| I pray to God that the world knows this | |
| Know it exposes flaws in your scheme dog | |
| Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord | |
| You don't want know problems (problems) | |
| I'm a nigga that'll solve 'em (solve 'em) | |
| Without a doubt, ya | |
| I'm in the booth, cold knockin niggas out | |
| Tell my tales by word of mouth | |
| Ya, you know me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When your peeps ain't around, and there ain't no place to go | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Ain't nowhere to run, and there ain't no hiding place | |
| [Verse 2: Elzhi] | |
| Don't compare me to jokes | |
| I'll strangle the air in your throat | |
| Like you jump from a chair and choke | |
| In mid-air from a rope | |
| Got a big gun and carry a scope | |
| The flare of the smoke | |
| Keep niggas quiet like words librarians spoke | |
| I'm arrogant, outlandish | |
| Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff | |
| The jakes won't make out the handprints | |
| I'm as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips | |
| Buck and make niggas duck, and kneel and do splits | |
| [Verse 3: Phonte] | |
| It gets no realer than this | |
| Its Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit | |
| This should have been a double album commemorative disc | |
| Cause hip-hop might need us | |
| And in your town, no telling where you might see us | |
| My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters | |
| Out, doin their damn thing like beavers | |
| Yo, its P to the H-O, I finish the job | |
| Plus my Dominican Broad | |
| Making me chili con queso | |
| [Verse 4: Elzhi] | |
| Work and plan a perfect verse | |
| Then burst like a person | |
| That jerked from a circus cannon | |
| Then landed to the earth | |
| Its me on the song, featured your fleet | |
| Breathing as strong | |
| It's a gypsy reading a palm | |
| With a drawn heater | |
| Never gone off the wrong reefer | |
| A bong chief of the don | |
| Ball as long as LeBron's bronze sneakers | |
| Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I won't come and get you | |
| Dressed like a bum with pistols and AK's in the buggy | |
| [Verse 5: Phonte] | |
| And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I'm one with the game | |
| So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange | |
| And a lot of rap niggas got lost | |
| Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he done got soft | |
| They didn't understand it was my next direction | |
| So I'm playing postman and addressing questions | |
| Like, yes I'm still in LB, no I'm not leaving | |
| No, I don't eat meat but, yes, I'm still beefin' | |
| But all these wack niggas putting records out | |
| This is all live nigga, check it out | |
| LB, S Villa fam on a mission | |
| And I ain't worried about niggas biting "Minstrel Show" | |
| They still teething on "The Listening" | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When your peeps ain't around, and there ain't no place to go | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Ain't nowhere to run, and there ain't no hiding place | |
| [Skit: Joe Scudda, A Girl & Big Pooh] | |
| Joe: "Hey, yo, I wake up every morning holding my dick– ****!" | |
| Girl: "Babe, what's wrong?" | |
| Joe: "Ain't nothing wrong, man, hold on." | |
| Joe: "I wake up every morning..." | |
| Girl: "You look like something's wrong." | |
| Joe: "I'm trying to remember my line." | |
| [Knock on the door] | |
| Joe: "Yo, what up, B?" | |
| Pooh: "What's happening, man? Y'all sure? 15 minutes man." | |
| Joe: "15?" | |
| Pooh: "15 minutes. One, when I say it's Joe Scudda, this is what you do." | |
| Joe: "Okay, I got it." | |
| Joe: "It's live out there?" | |
| Pooh: "It's a lot, woo!" | |
| [Pooh exits] | |
| Girl: "Okay, you got 15 minutes to run. Just relax, take your time." | |
| Joe: "How am I gonna relax? There are many people out there. This shit gonna be ****ed up, I'ma look crazy." | |
| Girl: "No, you will be fine. Here, let me relax you for a minute." |
| Intro | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Rapper | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Dilla Dog, Jay Dee | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Elzhi | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Phonte | |
| Another little brother presentation | |
| Sending this out across the nation | |
| Verse 1: Big Pooh | |
| I' m a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer | |
| Pooh be spreading out, like a body of cancer | |
| My stanza, get it going like a car, vroom | |
| Usher in the new era, like this y' all this y' all | |
| I' m raw stripped down, no minerals | |
| A distilled emcee, no chemicals, no subliminals | |
| A smooth criminal before the rape charge | |
| I, shake and bake, bring terror to your squad | |
| My, pen' s ferocious | |
| I' m so focused and | |
| I pray to God that the world knows this | |
| Know it exposes flaws in your scheme dog | |
| Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord | |
| You don' t want know problems problems | |
| I' m a nigga that' ll solve ' em solve ' em | |
| Without a doubt, ya | |
| I' m in the booth, cold knockin niggas out | |
| Tell my tales by word of mouth | |
| Ya, you know me | |
| Chorus | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When your peeps ain' t around, and there ain' t no place to go | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Ain' t nowhere to run, and there ain' t no hiding place | |
| Verse 2: Elzhi | |
| Don' t compare me to jokes | |
| I' ll strangle the air in your throat | |
| Like you jump from a chair and choke | |
| In midair from a rope | |
| Got a big gun and carry a scope | |
| The flare of the smoke | |
| Keep niggas quiet like words librarians spoke | |
| I' m arrogant, outlandish | |
| Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff | |
| The jakes won' t make out the handprints | |
| I' m as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips | |
| Buck and make niggas duck, and kneel and do splits | |
| Verse 3: Phonte | |
| It gets no realer than this | |
| Its Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit | |
| This should have been a double album commemorative disc | |
| Cause hiphop might need us | |
| And in your town, no telling where you might see us | |
| My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters | |
| Out, doin their damn thing like beavers | |
| Yo, its P to the HO, I finish the job | |
| Plus my Dominican Broad | |
| Making me chili con queso | |
| Verse 4: Elzhi | |
| Work and plan a perfect verse | |
| Then burst like a person | |
| That jerked from a circus cannon | |
| Then landed to the earth | |
| Its me on the song, featured your fleet | |
| Breathing as strong | |
| It' s a gypsy reading a palm | |
| With a drawn heater | |
| Never gone off the wrong reefer | |
| A bong chief of the don | |
| Ball as long as LeBron' s bronze sneakers | |
| Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I won' t come and get you | |
| Dressed like a bum with pistols and AK' s in the buggy | |
| Verse 5: Phonte | |
| And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I' m one with the game | |
| So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange | |
| And a lot of rap niggas got lost | |
| Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he done got soft | |
| They didn' t understand it was my next direction | |
| So I' m playing postman and addressing questions | |
| Like, yes I' m still in LB, no I' m not leaving | |
| No, I don' t eat meat but, yes, I' m still beefin' | |
| But all these wack niggas putting records out | |
| This is all live nigga, check it out | |
| LB, S Villa fam on a mission | |
| And I ain' t worried about niggas biting " Minstrel Show" | |
| They still teething on " The Listening" | |
| Chorus | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When your peeps ain' t around, and there ain' t no place to go | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Ain' t nowhere to run, and there ain' t no hiding place | |
| Skit: Joe Scudda, A Girl Big Pooh | |
| Joe: " Hey, yo, I wake up every morning holding my dick !" | |
| Girl: " Babe, what' s wrong?" | |
| Joe: " Ain' t nothing wrong, man, hold on." | |
| Joe: " I wake up every morning..." | |
| Girl: " You look like something' s wrong." | |
| Joe: " I' m trying to remember my line." | |
| Knock on the door | |
| Joe: " Yo, what up, B?" | |
| Pooh: " What' s happening, man? Y' all sure? 15 minutes man." | |
| Joe: " 15?" | |
| Pooh: " 15 minutes. One, when I say it' s Joe Scudda, this is what you do." | |
| Joe: " Okay, I got it." | |
| Joe: " It' s live out there?" | |
| Pooh: " It' s a lot, woo!" | |
| Pooh exits | |
| Girl: " Okay, you got 15 minutes to run. Just relax, take your time." | |
| Joe: " How am I gonna relax? There are many people out there. This shit gonna be ed up, I' ma look crazy." | |
| Girl: " No, you will be fine. Here, let me relax you for a minute." |
| Intro | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Rapper | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Dilla Dog, Jay Dee | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Elzhi | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Phonte | |
| Another little brother presentation | |
| Sending this out across the nation | |
| Verse 1: Big Pooh | |
| I' m a hell of a problem, nobody has the answer | |
| Pooh be spreading out, like a body of cancer | |
| My stanza, get it going like a car, vroom | |
| Usher in the new era, like this y' all this y' all | |
| I' m raw stripped down, no minerals | |
| A distilled emcee, no chemicals, no subliminals | |
| A smooth criminal before the rape charge | |
| I, shake and bake, bring terror to your squad | |
| My, pen' s ferocious | |
| I' m so focused and | |
| I pray to God that the world knows this | |
| Know it exposes flaws in your scheme dog | |
| Me and Dilla go hard, my Lord | |
| You don' t want know problems problems | |
| I' m a nigga that' ll solve ' em solve ' em | |
| Without a doubt, ya | |
| I' m in the booth, cold knockin niggas out | |
| Tell my tales by word of mouth | |
| Ya, you know me | |
| Chorus | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When your peeps ain' t around, and there ain' t no place to go | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Ain' t nowhere to run, and there ain' t no hiding place | |
| Verse 2: Elzhi | |
| Don' t compare me to jokes | |
| I' ll strangle the air in your throat | |
| Like you jump from a chair and choke | |
| In midair from a rope | |
| Got a big gun and carry a scope | |
| The flare of the smoke | |
| Keep niggas quiet like words librarians spoke | |
| I' m arrogant, outlandish | |
| Blow your face out, and shake out the dandruff | |
| The jakes won' t make out the handprints | |
| I' m as real as it gets, with the steel and the clips | |
| Buck and make niggas duck, and kneel and do splits | |
| Verse 3: Phonte | |
| It gets no realer than this | |
| Its Tay and Elzhi dropping that definitive shit | |
| This should have been a double album commemorative disc | |
| Cause hiphop might need us | |
| And in your town, no telling where you might see us | |
| My whole team coming through in tees and wife beaters | |
| Out, doin their damn thing like beavers | |
| Yo, its P to the HO, I finish the job | |
| Plus my Dominican Broad | |
| Making me chili con queso | |
| Verse 4: Elzhi | |
| Work and plan a perfect verse | |
| Then burst like a person | |
| That jerked from a circus cannon | |
| Then landed to the earth | |
| Its me on the song, featured your fleet | |
| Breathing as strong | |
| It' s a gypsy reading a palm | |
| With a drawn heater | |
| Never gone off the wrong reefer | |
| A bong chief of the don | |
| Ball as long as LeBron' s bronze sneakers | |
| Got ways of a thuggie, thinking I won' t come and get you | |
| Dressed like a bum with pistols and AK' s in the buggy | |
| Verse 5: Phonte | |
| And Tay is blazing it lovely, cause I' m one with the game | |
| So I sat back, chilled, dropped Foreign Exchange | |
| And a lot of rap niggas got lost | |
| Heard Phontigga carrying tunes and assumed he done got soft | |
| They didn' t understand it was my next direction | |
| So I' m playing postman and addressing questions | |
| Like, yes I' m still in LB, no I' m not leaving | |
| No, I don' t eat meat but, yes, I' m still beefin' | |
| But all these wack niggas putting records out | |
| This is all live nigga, check it out | |
| LB, S Villa fam on a mission | |
| And I ain' t worried about niggas biting " Minstrel Show" | |
| They still teething on " The Listening" | |
| Chorus | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the sun goes down, and the lights in the city get low | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When your peeps ain' t around, and there ain' t no place to go | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| When the hood starts watchin, and the boys got they eye on your safe | |
| Where you gonna hide? | |
| Ain' t nowhere to run, and there ain' t no hiding place | |
| Skit: Joe Scudda, A Girl Big Pooh | |
| Joe: " Hey, yo, I wake up every morning holding my dick !" | |
| Girl: " Babe, what' s wrong?" | |
| Joe: " Ain' t nothing wrong, man, hold on." | |
| Joe: " I wake up every morning..." | |
| Girl: " You look like something' s wrong." | |
| Joe: " I' m trying to remember my line." | |
| Knock on the door | |
| Joe: " Yo, what up, B?" | |
| Pooh: " What' s happening, man? Y' all sure? 15 minutes man." | |
| Joe: " 15?" | |
| Pooh: " 15 minutes. One, when I say it' s Joe Scudda, this is what you do." | |
| Joe: " Okay, I got it." | |
| Joe: " It' s live out there?" | |
| Pooh: " It' s a lot, woo!" | |
| Pooh exits | |
| Girl: " Okay, you got 15 minutes to run. Just relax, take your time." | |
| Joe: " How am I gonna relax? There are many people out there. This shit gonna be ed up, I' ma look crazy." | |
| Girl: " No, you will be fine. Here, let me relax you for a minute." |
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