Текст песни Point Blank - Where Was Your Ass At
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When I dropped my first album niggas was jocking me toughAnd hoes was scared of me because my tape was too rough"Well slow it down"Hell, no! I ain`t slowing down shitIt`s 94 so you hoes better get used to this lickYou know what I`m saying, motherfuckers try to front on the BlankSoon as they think I got paid, smoke a blunt with the BlankThen we get high, so high that they think I don`t noticeBut only if they knew, that`s the only way I could focusHip hop blues, I`m still paying dues undercoverBut they don`t see the times a motherfucker gotta sufferPawning all of my shit and I couldn`t afford to get it backBut still made hits `cause Dope ain`t charged me nothing for the tracksCool, much respect due, I see you foolMotherfuckers don`t appreciate the shit that you and Egypt doWomen around Houston seem to think we richBecause every time they see me I`m rolling with a different bitchI got a tape, true enough, it`s jamming, GBut I had more shit back in the day when I was slanging DSo how the hell you gonna say you was down from the gitWhen you weren`t there when I was making this shitChorus: Working late nights in the studio, busting my ass crack Busting my ass crack, where was your ass at?Hell, yeah, I bust my ass trying to make thisAnd I`ll be damned if I let a nigga take this`Cause it`s all about respect and never giving upBut a lot of artists these days just don`t give a fuckI seen them come and go, straight to the top and dropWay back when Just Ice used to wreck shopAnd what I don`t understand to this very day isHow`d all this white shit ever make it on the play list, shitI dig ditches for bitches that wanna ride dickNow everybody`s jocking, trying to be my sidekickHolding they hand out, trying to get a hand outBut when they stand out I wear they fucking ass outMan, I don`t owe that nigga shitIf I got something to give you, I`ma give it to youYou ain`t got to rob my dick to get itAnd what`s this shit I heard about the Blank smoking crack?Nigga, I`m six four, 260 solid, so squash thatThe suicide attempt is true, if I may sayI can`t explain, I just felt like dying that day But motherfuckers stick they nose where it don`t belongAnd got the nerve to want to be on my fucking songTrying to be down, but can`t accept the fact that he firedGet off my dick, nigga, I`m tiredChorusNine to five, ten to three, eleven to sixaround the clock clowns trying to mix this shit downI`ve been up for three days and still pushing itMy girl talk crazy, but fuck her `cause she`s full of shitIt`s all about money, I got to get paidIf I don`t make it in this game I got to get the 12 guageAnd all I`ma have to say is I tried toNot only my dreams died, I lost my pride, tooSo I`ma reincarnate the old Point BlankPut this damn mic down and start slanging weightBecause I knew a lot of niggas in the gameAnd I still know a lot of niggas who want to do this damn thingKlondike Kat told me to hold onWhile Vice Grip and Alcatraz was ready to get they bone onDavid D was kind of scared, but I don`t blame himHe was expecting another child and wanted to be there to name himPSK, what can I say about this niggeroAlways talk crazy, but down with the Blanksta thoughBut Dope E and Egypt E, I`m speachlessMuch love for y`all fools, and I mean thisK Rude and all my boys up in TDCI`d rather you stick a knife in me than forget meYo, I can`t forget Bigtyme and Eddie CMC Bone and Will up in Atlanta, GAnd for the rest of y`all fools I know some of y`all careBut face the facts, you weren`t therePlayer, when I wasChorus