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Where Was You - Haystak And Jelly Roll
Yooo
Jelly Roll
Stack neack stack neack
Gambling on a white boy huh
I've been on a couple of chips on that table that table
Everything going to be iright
I was still bub
When I was f**ked up and
I needed your help when I was
Doing bad and I had to do it by myself
And I was all alone
Where was you
Where was you
When I was
Down and out getting kicked in the ribs
When the police was running up in my crib
I felt so all alone
Where was you
They said I was paranoid
I say it's common cents I keep my door locked
And I learned from 2 pac about them red lights
I watch for head lights
The headlights turned off then it's bad news dog
Trans settled in the fears tell it
And I can't go anywhere street credit
I keep on telling jelly
He caught in a murderous game but if
You know jelly you know that theres no telling him anything
Hard headed in one ear and out the other
I'm wasting my breath talking to this mother f**ker
This little motherf**kers
Is never gunna listen he kept playin with
The games he started having children
He got a mama named
Donna he got a baby named bailee
He got a squad that's goonie
And that album that's crazy
He got a couple albums hear
He got a whole bunch gone
But he'll never forget when he was all alone
F**ked up and I needed your help when I was doing
Bad and I had to do it by myself and
I was all alone
Where was you
Where was you
When I was
Down and out getting kicked in
The ribs when the
Police was running up in my crib
I felt so all alone
Where was you
It's f**ked up where I lived
This is just how it
Is c*****e paid the Bill's over here for years
All alone at the cemetery shedding them tears
Can't believe I would never see little bro again
This is real s**t so the streets gotta feel this
Shout out to Columbus man I can't believe they killed skip
Tell the truth it's f**ked up where I live
I seen them shoot it out right out
In front of there kids
See The black love me but the cops hate me
So I gotta keep this pistol here on safety
D**e boys in the kitchen we'd be cooking for real
I'd see grown women sell P***y for pills
Yea my P
O he'd be tripping all the time
Baby momma with that b***h
She'd be b***hing all the time
Moneys is what I'm gettin
Nothing different on my mind and I keep
It cool 'cause there quick to drop a dime
I was f**ked up and needed
Your help when I was doing
Bad and I had to do it by myself
When I was all alone
Where was you
Where was you
When I was down and out getting kicked
In the ribs when
The police was running up in my crib
I felt so all alone
Where was you
Late night grave sights in the cold streets
Duck and dodging running from the police
Nightmares every night
Getting no sleep 'cause my nightmares
Having nightmares in the slow creep
I seen the window roll down and they start
Jumping my last stop before I die is I didn't get nothin
I ain't did nothing but do a little stuntin
And break bread and give my whole click
A little somethin
You the type to give a little something
Hopin she suck a little dick or somethin
Bum a*s boy mamma doing bad
Preparation full of city as if your the man
Sucka motherf**ker shoulda never got close
I think about your b***hass every time we toast
Split the money the 10s the 20s
The 5s the 50s the 100s
I know your little b***hass hungry
And you can't even eat a motherf**ka bit with
Us tonight could be the motherf**kin' knife for us
I'm high because high was what my life was
I'm to strong I'm move on in the dust dust come on
