Testi:
Casual Where They At

phrases get you into dazes, praise this overlordian who got shit for the naughty men, here we go- [CHORUS:] "Where they at? Where they at? Where they at

, with the players and macs Police burns in the hood, because somebody just got jacked Every girl I slam they call, I told em call me back Haters got backhanded, because they

left shoe's on my right But I hope that at least this time my feet will find their way to the faithful ground From above this dirty city looks so innocent A casual

Courtland Ave., Teepee wheelnose in Satan, the early bird, aiyo that's my word My man Joon with the 'erb to the moon Eh Shawn Black, nigga, where ya at

works Course them man are mad Came in the game no name Shot past I know it hurts Of course I deserve to be where I am When I come from where I come And

ya body prostrate Huh Before they dope make ya eyes dilate My rhymes'll gyrate Irate Liquid spills covering nine states Liftin' crime rates Shiftin' earth plates Casual

lawyer politician judge brother sister So listen to me people I won't break, I'm flexible Sir I so fly no lie, that's not edible Damn my man come back, where are you goin? This is the part where

e'm too silly conversations, superficial matters puzzled thoughts where's the pattern your subjects are far too casual and to touch my core they're too

we died Everyday like everything is OK They good, they down for they pride, they down for they side They down for they ride, they always try, they die Niggas ain't real when they