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lirik lagu where im from – jap5

[intro: j*p5]

d*mn [?] this beat high*tech

whole lot of gang sh*t
aye, aye
aye, aye
aye, aye
aye, aye

[chorus 1: j*p5]

look, where i’m from, you can’t hang if you weren’t raised with us
so if you ever see us up in public, you not staying with us
it’s gang with us, so if you hang with us you better bang with us
on nfant, all my n*ggas know i’m solid, i ain’t changing up
now i suggest you ‘lil n*ggas get your ranking up
squabbling from the halls to the county, go get your spankings up
been through a couple knife fights, go get your shankings up
just caught a n*gga lacking, i clap him, we got him stankin’, huh?

[verse 1: j*p5]

i said, “i go ham”, n*gga ask about me, b*tch i program
like boom, bam. and i got that choppa’, that b*tch won’t jam
pop it out the window, while i drive the whip with no hands
one n*gga, but i beat that ass like a four*man
cold n*gga, neck froze and you gon’ think that it was snowing
do the dash in this audi, you gon’ think that it was floating
be around so many hoes, you gon’ think that it somehoein
and my pockets so big, that you gon’ think that i’m samoan
you gon’ know j*panese, hit your block using these chopsticks
watch this, dissing on the gram gon’ get your block flipped
hot sh*t, n*ggas [?] be b*tches, know we pop sh*t
we hit their block, and had them n*ggas running like the cops here
i’m not a regular k!ller, n*gga run off in that chaser
friday the 13th, you that b*tch and i be jason
left a n*gga tumbling [?] i’m finna face ’em
got two twin glocks, well they ain’t twins but they adjacent, huh

[chorus 2: j*p5]

[verse 2: hitta j3]

connect two flags, like a pit, n*ggas can’t break it up. (what!?)
what how you approach me, keep a banger tucked. (okay!)
choppa gon’ hit him like a moving truck. (bow! bow!)
when i’m ru walking, j*p will hit ’em with the hoover stomp. (ha ha ha)
slide with the members and get riches, keep ’em motivated
non*affiliates, get it too guilty by association. (man down)
extendo around the flag, you see the .40 hanging
this the type that got the ‘lil homie banging. (west side)
trained to go, squabble up knock ’em out, didn’t wake ’em up
after a mission, the only time we put banger up. (banger up!)
make you own death bed, let ’em lay in it. (lay ’em down!)
only show pistols on camera, keep the k’s sensitive
you ain’t really got no missions, trynna rap now
nfant 107, but my strap will go, “bow, bow”. (boom! boom!)
boys in the hood, yellow tape it up, they only let us out, when its time to pick the banger up. (get up!)
you ain’t really for your turf, n*gga you just faking tough

[chorus 3: j*p5, hitta j3]

look, where i’m from, (piru street, n*gga) you can’t hang if you weren’t raised with us
so if you ever see us up in public, you not staying with us
it’s gang with us, so if you hang with us you better bang with us
on nfant, all my n*ggas know i’m solid, i ain’t changing up
now i suggest you ‘lil n*ggas get your ranking up
squabbling from the halls to the county, go get your spankings up
been through a couple knife fights, go get your shankings up
just caught a n*gga lacking, i clap him, we got him stankin’, huh? (bow!)

- jap5

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