Where Do We Go (featuring Twista) (Explicit Album Version)

Where Do We Go (Explicit Album Version) - Yung Berg/Twista

Aye

(Aye)

If y'all niggas don't get ya money right

This time you know what sayin'

I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 'bout 08

(Where we going )

My bank account gon' have eight digits that is

Let's go

(Let's go)

Nobody gave me nothing

I made 50 of a pack

When I made 100

I ran straight to the block

Bounced back with the work like

(Take it all you need me)

Yes sir

Niggas better get wit the program

I'm fast on a track

But I kill a slow jam

Oh man goddamn

(Take it all you need me)

YB gang that's the new thang

Brand new chain is straight from Hussein

Mo shoes mo cars

(Take it all you need me)

Mo clothes mo brain oh yeah

You done seen a few niggas

Wit a yang like me

Never really had doh and shorty like my

Never rolled around in a drop top V

Like me like we YB that's us

Too fast too hard

(Take it all you need me)

Young Buck catch up yep

I'ma prime time player

Shorty don't smoke w**d

She a high time hater and

Why date her hand my paper is

(Take it all you need me)

Few taller than a skyscraper

Niggas better know how to ride the 101

Big shotgun and I buy another one and another

(And another)

And another

(And another)

(Take it all you need me)

Keep going is you wit it

You ain't got sh*t to say less you did it

You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it

(But)

Who did it

(Yep)

I did it

YB that's the new

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

(Take it all you need me)

Where we going from here niggas

I know where we going

But where you going

Don't miss the train ni**a

Headed straight to the Yung Boss mansion

South side stand up

Location top of the world

West side get up K-Town Twista get 'em

Now now I'm a old G in the city and ya knew one day

A ni**a was gon' come along and spit that real sh*t

Wanna bet what

(Take it all you need me)

That he too much of a thug for you

Wanna be ballers out here to deal with

Make it competition go sit on the couch for him

If he need work I'ma hand it out for him

If he need a pistol I'ma hand it out for him

(Take it all you need me)

Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him that's me

Could spit it just so I could spit it

Flow a just so could flow a f**k her like I could f**k her

Do her like I could do her get it how you got to get it

Me and my boy came up on tha block

Hustling by the building

Just stacking the money up to the ceiling

Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em

When I'm dealing wit 'em ask Yung Berg

Where we go after we kill 'em

'Cuz we gettin' money and the roof gon' be so wicked

Is the reason we can kick it how we kick

And it's the reason why we pull up on the 30's

And the Hummers and we don't give a f**k

If we get a ticket and

Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch

Five fifty for a ounce a kush three fifty for a pair of jeans

And thirty thousand for a Charger

Two hundred for all cops on the first look

Got money on the books

And we got the dollars for Impalers

And the Thumpers and the Hummers

And I'm throwing out the other figgas

Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some killas

And we never taking sh*t from off another ni**a

Every time I had mo of to dank

Niggas think I be finish

But I got mo in the tank

I'ma score about 80 on 'em

And go in the paint

I'ma take a chunk of ya chip

And then go to the bank so uh

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

(Take it all you need me)

Yes sir niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing

3 years later Dr Wine got a budget

4 years later now everybody love it

(Take it all you need me)

God f**king damn

Niggas said June wasn't that hot

JB sitting back and I was gon' flop

Now we on top like dog I told ya

(Take it all you need me)

M holla what's good miss ride out

Let these motherf**kers

Know what we talk about

Left lane Yung Boss

Get ya money we 'bout to turn the lights out

We about to take it straight to the white house

Cook crack clean it up then I write down

Everything that I see we I come around

Every state every hood that I've been around

84th just seen to the buggie down

Niggas know I blow w**d when I put it down

Niggas know I got love niggas know I been plugged

That's right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town

So where my south side niggas at right now

We gon' all line up in a single file

And give the whole world something they can sing about

Rule 1 better live what you speak bout

Rule 2 don't slip when you creep out

Rule 3 grab heat when you leave out

Rule 4 don't rush ni**a ease out

And Rule 5 fall or die

Cop that sh*t that the ballers buy

Ride that wip that the ballers drive

Big GT Royce Chevy that's ridin' high

Swang on 'em when you ridin' by and I'm gone

Where do we go from here

Where do we go from here

(Take it all you need me)

Yea it's the boss baby

Look what you made me

Where we going from here

So you ridin' wit us so good luck