Look at Where You At Lyrics
| Song | Look at Where You At |
| Artist | Five Fingers of Funk |
| Album | Slap Me Five |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Five Fingers of Funk ... | |
| Look at where you at look look at where you're going | |
| Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing | |
| Got to come correct when I select words for wreck | |
| Because respect means more than any bullshit check | |
| I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me | |
| Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality | |
| See I've been down from the start to tear a sucker apart | |
| **** money guns and hoes just flow to show if you've got heart | |
| And we can go rounds you low-down duck | |
| Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style sucks | |
| You little mark yo you didn't expect it | |
| Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit | |
| And ain't that 'bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that's my | |
| Origin **** around and now you'll never snore again | |
| Slept like a baby thinking you were all that | |
| Your'e all wack player now look at where you at | |
| Look at where you at | |
| Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for riffing | |
| Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift when | |
| Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking | |
| Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton | |
| But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the track | |
| Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no turning back | |
| Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path | |
| Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh | |
| Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble | |
| But you still put me on so now I try to be humble | |
| Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part | |
| Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart | |
| Still I depart from the past last night went fast | |
| Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my own ass | |
| Want to be all that without holding a strap | |
| Money grip don't trip just look at where you at | |
| It ain't where you're from it's where you're at | |
| I'm setting it off you're lost so stop and clock your plotted position | |
| Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you're | |
| [slipping] | |
| When I'm hitting I'm kicking the thick non-fiction upon my nation | |
| Understanding the place I'm facing through the knowledge of foundation | |
| Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed | |
| Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow where demanded | |
| Know I'm branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it | |
| Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don't take shit | |
| From no-one throw one out to show the clout that I'm attaining | |
| Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I'll be | |
| Reigning | |
| With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit | |
| But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now | |
| Sit | |
| Your ass down 'cause the last clown that tried to step | |
| Got swept like a dustpan man you understand? | |
| A fan of no one 'cause I know none that can bust a better rap | |
| I'm from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at |
| zuo ci : Five Fingers of Funk ... | |
| Look at where you at look look at where you' re going | |
| Listen to the rhyme check the way I' m flowing | |
| Got to come correct when I select words for wreck | |
| Because respect means more than any bullshit check | |
| I clain that L. V. P. now knowledge that' s on me | |
| Can' t disrespect my O. G. s or roughneck reality | |
| See I' ve been down from the start to tear a sucker apart | |
| money guns and hoes just flow to show if you' ve got heart | |
| And we can go rounds you lowdown duck | |
| Got stuck with a beatdown in Ptown cause your style sucks | |
| You little mark yo you didn' t expect it | |
| Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit | |
| And ain' t that ' bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that' s my | |
| Origin around and now you' ll never snore again | |
| Slept like a baby thinking you were all that | |
| Your' e all wack player now look at where you at | |
| Look at where you at | |
| Stop and just listen ' cause ain' t no time for riffing | |
| Just scoping and hoping I' ll get open like a gift when | |
| Everybody' s watching M. C. s beging jocking | |
| Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton | |
| But look at where I' m at now I' m ripping up the track | |
| Got my mind on a mission now there ain' t no turning back | |
| Peace to Mr. SamIAm for putting me on the path | |
| Look into the rearview mirror and today I just laugh | |
| Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble | |
| But you still put me on so now I try to be humble | |
| Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part | |
| Now it' s Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart | |
| Still I depart from the past last night went fast | |
| Pete Miser is what I' m known as so now I watch my own ass | |
| Want to be all that without holding a strap | |
| Money grip don' t trip just look at where you at | |
| It ain' t where you' re from it' s where you' re at | |
| I' m setting it off you' re lost so stop and clock your plotted position | |
| Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you' re | |
| slipping | |
| When I' m hitting I' m kicking the thick nonfiction upon my nation | |
| Understanding the place I' m facing through the knowledge of foundation | |
| Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed | |
| Took a look at now for knownhow beat my brow where demanded | |
| Know I' m branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it | |
| Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don' t take shit | |
| From noone throw one out to show the clout that I' m attaining | |
| Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I' ll be | |
| Reigning | |
| With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit | |
| But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now | |
| Sit | |
| Your ass down ' cause the last clown that tried to step | |
| Got swept like a dustpan man you understand? | |
| A fan of no one ' cause I know none that can bust a better rap | |
| I' m from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at |
| zuò cí : Five Fingers of Funk ... | |
| Look at where you at look look at where you' re going | |
| Listen to the rhyme check the way I' m flowing | |
| Got to come correct when I select words for wreck | |
| Because respect means more than any bullshit check | |
| I clain that L. V. P. now knowledge that' s on me | |
| Can' t disrespect my O. G. s or roughneck reality | |
| See I' ve been down from the start to tear a sucker apart | |
| money guns and hoes just flow to show if you' ve got heart | |
| And we can go rounds you lowdown duck | |
| Got stuck with a beatdown in Ptown cause your style sucks | |
| You little mark yo you didn' t expect it | |
| Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit | |
| And ain' t that ' bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that' s my | |
| Origin around and now you' ll never snore again | |
| Slept like a baby thinking you were all that | |
| Your' e all wack player now look at where you at | |
| Look at where you at | |
| Stop and just listen ' cause ain' t no time for riffing | |
| Just scoping and hoping I' ll get open like a gift when | |
| Everybody' s watching M. C. s beging jocking | |
| Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton | |
| But look at where I' m at now I' m ripping up the track | |
| Got my mind on a mission now there ain' t no turning back | |
| Peace to Mr. SamIAm for putting me on the path | |
| Look into the rearview mirror and today I just laugh | |
| Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble | |
| But you still put me on so now I try to be humble | |
| Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part | |
| Now it' s Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart | |
| Still I depart from the past last night went fast | |
| Pete Miser is what I' m known as so now I watch my own ass | |
| Want to be all that without holding a strap | |
| Money grip don' t trip just look at where you at | |
| It ain' t where you' re from it' s where you' re at | |
| I' m setting it off you' re lost so stop and clock your plotted position | |
| Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you' re | |
| slipping | |
| When I' m hitting I' m kicking the thick nonfiction upon my nation | |
| Understanding the place I' m facing through the knowledge of foundation | |
| Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed | |
| Took a look at now for knownhow beat my brow where demanded | |
| Know I' m branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it | |
| Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don' t take shit | |
| From noone throw one out to show the clout that I' m attaining | |
| Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I' ll be | |
| Reigning | |
| With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit | |
| But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now | |
| Sit | |
| Your ass down ' cause the last clown that tried to step | |
| Got swept like a dustpan man you understand? | |
| A fan of no one ' cause I know none that can bust a better rap | |
| I' m from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at |
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