Pharrell, Rohff - Where’s Yours At? lyrics

Where's yours at where's yours at
Where's yours at come on, hah, come on, hah
Come on, hah, come on, hah
Come on, hah, come on, hah
Come on, hah, come on, hah, come on

Yeah I'ma skater, yeah I'm dirty
Lookin' for my wife
While they smart and perty
Your material-listic, journey
That bullshit, don't concern me
Ah, here you go, talking big shit
You ain't think
I could flip it like this quick
You just talking, and I'm the big shit
Without mentioning my hit list, for instance
Color dunk show, got 'em all yo
Got a different car, under each garage do'
From the Rolls Royce, that rides like hydro
That white 550, nigga, kicking like Tae Bo
I don't give a fck, what ya haters think
Fam' I did things, my major means
At a pretty young age, I did major things
I made major cream, I eat major greens
First the yellow diamonds nigga
Made ya bling
Had the baddest bitches, on the major scene
Fck what ya heard and what you think you seen
I fck that bitch who come from Cover Girl
To Maybelline
Quater million jewelry from, Las Van Dome
Diamonds and plat', like glass and chrome
Black credit card, just asking on

Didn't need it, just didn't have it home
White girl in Africa, Black in Rome
Philipina girl, just packing at home
All the girls I get, I hack and moan
Man I give 'em the dick
You know them bitches just gone
Nigga raise ya funds, been crazier son
But nigga ignorant, and Star Trak
Take his fun i'm the keyboard killer
With the raz-or toungue
Don't come back tellin me
What play-ers done
I did it big, and I made it fun
And I made a ton oh yeah the Rolls Royce got
Psychedelic flowers painted on it
And I'm leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun
The house in Virginia
That's what I'm living in
Building in Carribean
Fillin 'em and buildin' 'em
"Paris too?" said the strangest girl
I said bitch, I'm tryna change the world
Whoo

MC tu fais pas le poids
Dis moi tu vas faire quoi
C'est la K'1 Fry Mafia
Ceux qui t'ont montré l'pas
MC qu'on ne contrôle pas
MC qu'on ne compare pas
Qu'on écoute au car-pla
Que les keufs ne blairent pas
Pour Sarko on est bon qu'à porter
La cagoule et les gants
Star-co dans les mariages on
Est les plus élégants
Charme du ghetto, sur les photos
Joue les pachs, J'serre des tis-més
Roule en Smart, J'raconte que d'la merde
Elle s'marre, font des smacks
On aime celles qui se respectent
Car l'respect commence par soit même

Celles qui s'prennent pas la tête
Qui couchent le soir même
On est bizarres, ma vie un bazar
Armdullah, j'suis artiste comme Mozart
Les MCs j'smoke, le rap c'est comme
La prostitution, ça s'mac
Dan's l'show buis'
Font tous la bise, S'appellent " chéri "
On vient tout niquer sur l'terrain
La France-Algérie
Ton boss Rohff dans la place
Protège ta garce reconnaît le flow
La classe de celle qui fracasse
Sur un gros son "Neptunes"
Issu de l'espace
Issu du bitume, donne moi mes tunes
J'suis un rapace
Partout où on passe, C'est d'la casse
L'air ne repousse pas
Ceux qui jactent dans les s'ringues
Ou crosses des lance bas
A bout portant, on shoot la concurrence
T'entend pas l'ambulance, pam pam pam

MACRO-cun mC déchire ça comme moi
Give it up, give it up
Say give it up, give it up gIRL
Aucune meuf donne ça comme moi
Get it up, get it up get it up, get it up