THE COLONY

THE COLONY - Where Ya At? lyrics

[Intro:]

The C.O.L.O.N.Y. east coast and the west coast fuse together this shit

ain't dope it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like

Brown and the C.O. check this. Lil El.

[Brown:]

Crusin' down the street in my 64

A brother stuck a strap in my window

So I grabbed the strap mashed on the gas

Had that brother running down the block like the Flash

Shouldn't of tried to stick Brown for his cash

Doing 65 on the shore that's his ass

I let him go the nigga screamed "No"

He had a little heart though and bucked at my door

As he rolled and rolled, I seen it all in my mirror of my 64

I even got proof buckshots in my door

Where ever you go keep one eye open at all times

Cause you can get got or even get popped

From hood to hood it ain't all good

You better watch you back, where ever you at

[Hook:]

On the east we got the guns, (on the west we got gats)

On the east we lick a shot, (on the west we peel your cap)

Only two bags of buddah, (to chronic sacks)

Cause it ain't where you from it's where you at

[C.O.:]

Rollin' dice with plum gettin' high in the park

Strapped with ooh ops cause it's crazy after dark

Cause when shit gets sparked niggas feel the heat

From the city that never sleeps or skips a beat

On the streets your incomplete if your not ready for whatever

Cause niggas in the streets be ill and steady

24-7 fuckin' days a week

Lights and great heights right in the concrete

Day time night time brawls in the heat

These are the things that happen in the street don't sleep

Murder rate crime constantly all the time

For every nigga gets ahead there's another one behind

Trying to get hip to the strive to get mine

Cause life's like a mountain an endless climb for this rhyme thing

Hood to hood shit's no good guard your grill killer

[Hook]

[Lil El:]

Nine to five hit me one time because I'm so damn high

I get kodiac lord of the chronic sack

Plus I've been a phat mack ever since wayback

When it was 2 point 0 for the dove sack

Give me a phat track I'll give you phat raps

My verbal haze took over the west coast

It's no secret who's herb you love the most

And now we be chillin' with the east coast villians

Exchanging methods on the way we gonna kill 'em

You get the guns and we'll get your back

And you can bust shots and we'll peel the cap

From hood to hood it aint all good you better watch you back nigga

[Hook]

Keep your head up Queens for the funds

Coming no triple beam dream and them fiends ain't on my team

Got my strippin' for the cream so I lean

Gun free get the scene on the ski mask

And action set set ready for blastin'

Stickinn' your crew in disorderly fashion

Rashin' mean never son you're fuckin' with a clever one

Foe fiends listen more power then Tom Eddison

On the doo op I light the crowd like an ooh op

No witness to the rhyme vandel evidence is surcumstancial

And I still I grip a pistol by the handle

then start blowin' out niggas like 16 candles

He cold I smoke the fuckin' blunts to the roach

And we're quick to break y'all niggas if ya fell in your approach

Cause the gang bangers drug hangers and gun slangers

Just keep gettin' the money it's all good honey yeah yeah yeah

See sorry baby but I gotta do what I gotta

It ain't where you from it's where ya at [x4]

East coast, west coast [x4]

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