Текст песни Where I Come From - Q Da Fool

(Zaytoven)
Uh, damn
Ayy, Zay, you know you a fool, nigga (I swear to God)
Givin' this beat to fool, nigga (Goddamn)
Uh (Let's get it), uh

I come from burglar bars, stolen cars
Rest in peace my dawgs, they fallin' stars
I just might kill thirty of 'em, that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get up under me
You gon' die, you motherfuckin' touch it
I see some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it, then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it, then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm goin' straight stupid
I hang with the cluckers, the jakes, and the booters
They know that I'm lit, but the K, it went through 'em
I'm tryna hit your son, you better move 'em
Don't run from Cuba, we show up, Peru too
Touched your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news

Nigga, cash rules, I'm a bad dude
Slap your mama out, bitch, I'm that rude, uh
I'm takin' everything he got, I'm that cruel, uh
Fuck that nigga bitch, she geekin' to send up her dudes, uh
I just been totin' my tool
The beef, it been thicker than wood
I'm geekin' to go shoot the wolf
I shoot 'til the shell hit the core
Fuck a rat like a musk in April
I come on the stage and they roar
Hop on the beat and I'm leavin' it sore
Just dropped the tape and they geekin' for more
Just copped a brick and I'm gon' let it soar

I come from burglar bars, stolen cars
Rest in peace my dawgs, they fallin' stars
I just might kill thirty of 'em, that thirty, it get very ugly
They hatin' just to get up under me
You gon' die, you motherfuckin' touch it
I see some coke, I wanna touch it
I touched it, then I wanna rub it
I rubbed it, then I wanna cook it
Hop on the block and I'm goin' straight stupid
I hang with the cluckers, the jakes, and the booters
They know that I'm lit, but the K, it went through 'em
I'm tryna hit your son, you better move 'em
Don't run from Cuba, we show up, Peru too
Touched your lil' brother, you lucky I ain't shoot you
Pull up on your mother and give her the bad news

I'm sorry, but we had to do it
Hey, feel me?
When it's work to be done, nigga, we, we gon' get it done
Uh, damn
Shout out to Zay
Uh, we shooters don't play
Gang