Where`s Yours At? Lyrics

Where`s Yours At? lyrics










  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








 f/ Rohff



[Chorus - Pharrell]

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



[Verse 1 - Pharrell]

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 fuck, 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

Fuck what ya heard and what you think you seen

I fuck 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

I made a ton, oh yeah the Rolls Royce got sacadelic 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



[Chorus]



[Verse 2 - Rohff]

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



[Chorus]



[Bridge - Rohff]

M.A.C.R.O-cun

MC déchire ça comme moi

Give it up, give it up

Say give it up, give it up



[Bridge - Girl]

G.I.R.L

Aucune meuf donne ça comme moi

Get it up, get it up

Get it up, get it up



[Chorus]