Where My Pants At

from by Mason Street Gangstas

Higher Times Cover Art
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I don't care what you got on me
I'm the motherfuckin KryspyBean, KB
You can talk your shit, you can flip your lip
Just remember rude girl, you ain't too hip

I got bros and hos all along the coast
That party you stalkin, I'm the host
I got friends in the East, friends in the West
When it comes to Washington, I'm the best dressed

Where my pants at, where my pants at dawg?
Bitch shut up, use the upstairs bathroom

I've got bros and hos all along the coast
When it comes to lovin, they love me the most
I don't need your stinkin sleazy attitude
Lately you've been puttin me in a lousy mood

Get outta my town, get outta my state
If I were you, I wouldn't wait
My bros will be on your ass by eight
If I know em at all, they won't be late

You're up in here, actin like a hog
You run your mouth like Choco the dog
Now you got a big white chicken in your mouth
I advise you girl, you better head your ass south

Yo, it's me and C-mac, I'm comin at you with this lyrical attack
Don't compare, don't even try
You fuck around with me I swear to god you probably gonna die, why?

I'm the flyest cat that you ever seen
Shoreline, Seattle, Evergreen state
What I'm reppin for, what you disrespectin for?
No reason, I will leave you bleedin

You're not conceiving what I'm saying
I'mma make sure you're prayin I ain't playin
I'm a real motherfucker allergic to the fake
I don't give a fuck about anyone that hate so wait
Before you talk that shit,
Me and C-murder we fuckin' legit
And these flows I spit, they real
I don't really give a fuck anybody feel
I'm made of steel - you can't go through me
Fuck y'all motherfuckers how you gonna do me
Show respect when you come at me
I'm CG and you best believe

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from Higher Times, released 17 July 2010

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