Five Fingers Of Funk - Look At Where You At Lyrics

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Look at where you at look look at where you're going

Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing

Got to come correct when I select words for wreck

Because respect means more than any bullshit check

I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me

Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality

See I've been down from the start to tear a sucker apart

Fuck money guns and hoes just flow to show if you've got heart

And we can go rounds you low-down duck

Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style sucks

You little mark yo you didn't expect it

Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit

And ain't that 'bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that's my

Origin fuck around and now you'll never snore again

Slept like a baby thinking you were all that

Your'e all wack player now look at where you at

Look at where you at

Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for riffing

Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift when

Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking

Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton

But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the track

Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no turning back

Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path

Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh

Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble

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But you still put me on so now I try to be humble

Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part

Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart

Still I depart from the past last night went fast

Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my own ass

Want to be all that without holding a strap

Money grip don't trip just look at where you at

-It ain't where you're from it's where you're at-

I'm setting it off you're lost so stop and clock your plotted position

Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you're

Slipping

When I'm hitting I'm kicking the thick non-fiction upon my nation

Understanding the place I'm facing through the knowledge of foundation

Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed

Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow where demanded

Know I'm branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it

Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don't take shit

From no-one throw one out to show the clout that I'm attaining

Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I'll be

Reigning

With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit

But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now

Sit

Your ass down 'cause the last clown that tried to step

Got swept like a dustpan man you understand?

A fan of no one 'cause I know none that can bust a better rap

I'm from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at

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