What You Think of That Lyrics by Memphis Bleek

What You Think of That Lyrics

    [M.Bleek]
    That's right, Up front and personal

    [Chorus]
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that?
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that?
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?

    [Verse 1]
    Yo, light the treez up, my hoez, D cupped, G's up
    Memph Bleek, nigga, what?!?
    Ride shotgun in the range,
    bitches pay the price for thangz, rock ice and chains
    Yo they change under the weather, it got a little cold, too iced out
    You can hardly see the gold,
    that's the way a nigga rock now, don't stop now
    Still on the block now, shorty, hold the glock down
    Only thingz changed, the bitches I pressed,
    the way they fit in the dress
    Like em big in the breasts,
    shoes gotta be the shit, don't walk in kicks
    Yo you rollin wit the Memph, twitch the dutch and split
    Break the fuck out, bang, back a truck out,
    often see the rims these bitches'll bug out
    You know what though?
    I don't give a fuck though, Still in the cut, let the .44 blow

    [Chorus]
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that?
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that?
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?

    [Verse 2]
    Yo, it's all about a brick kid, gettin bent kid, slide wit a chick kid
    Where the benz kid? Creep on it, make catz sleep on it
    You know what your song lack, Bleek on it
    It's straight for stacks, where you hatin cats
    World premier type broad, I'ma make you that, stay shapin that
    Yeah, make a stack, show them niggaz where they girls be fakin that
    What you think of THAT? Where my niggaz at?
    We all around the streets where them figures at
    New Acc, put the top down, nigga, crack sold out now
    Where it's at? Ball out now, straight to the morgue, play? Yo we ball
    Y'all gon hate till I fall so I spray till I'm gone,
    gotta push the coupe and do what he do
    I ride in the truck, I'm high nigga, wha?

    [Chorus]
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that?
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats (Uh)
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that? (Uh Oh)
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that? (Uh Oh)

    [Jay-Z]
    Know niggas ain't frontin like i'm a clown or sumthin
    Like I don't get down or sumthin
    Like I don't tote a 4 pound of sumthin
    Round here frontin like my shit don't sound like nuttin
    Like I ain't got the crown or suttin
    Like I ain't the nigga you base ya life on
    I guess i ain't the reason you got that ice on
    Like I ain't the muthafuckin dude wit the shoes
    I guess I ain't the reason you rhyme the way you do
    Like I ain't the nigga who mastered all flows
    And the reason they can't sell them four point O's
    Like I ain't 5 mill, and what do ya joint go?
    Excuse me? Nigga don't confuse me
    I ain't one of you rappers who got a deal
    I'm one of the few niggaz spittin it and got it for real
    And even if you hatin, you gotta knock it in yo wheels
    And the day that i stop it.....ILL!!

    [Chorus]
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that?
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?
    Where my niggaz at?
    Where my bitches at?
    I love these streets, what you think of that?
    My whole team rock rocks, we don't speak to cats
    I'ma ball till I fall what you think of that?
    What you think of that? What you think of that?
    I'm a real ass nigga, what you think of that?

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