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RicardoGallardo - Who R U (feat. Ya Playa Partna) Lyrics



RicardoGallardo - Who R U (feat. Ya Playa Partna) Lyrics




No matter where ya from

My mind keeps on hurting from these rhymes I'm spitting
Saliva covered germs I leave the mic all dripping
Can't find my brain now cause my minds been missing
Probably floating round' with my space ambition
I keep mixing up the code I can't stop addiction
Or like the way I sag my pants you can see my britches
Or like the crack hiding in my thigh, pushing up against the stick shift
Quick hands on my flows you've missed it

I learnt this real well youngster born in ditches
No matter where you from your roots are coming out
I learnt this real well youngster stacked them bricks
But what you do love really shows in doubt
I learnt this real well youngster crawled through trenches
The way you grew up is pushing up right now

Your roots squirming growing up inside this earth
From your family tree standing in the dirt
Muthaf*cka back it up, talking shit get smacked
Mic Killa rapture the, is the damn fact of the
State of the passenger, booming banging ruckus
Stank face from the track smelling like a fungal dump
Know it's your Uncle Sam
Buying all weapons uh
Sending out the troops and uh
Weapons got the Pack-a-Punch
Kill you eat your sack of lunch
My family drinking lots of rum
Made me have so much fun

The shake bottom of the pack, and molded a piece
Sandwich baggies with the tips burn call it mark of the beast
Judas called it the last supper though we toast to the feast
Hindsight discreet couldn't see deceased challis and cheers
Now poor the memories rest in peace T's tattoo tears flesh covered in morals
Who rides after the burial thump the butt of the cig' like chain smokers
Barrel smoke hype smoke dope pipes strips of lithium
Prostitutes bickering at liquor stores begging again
Seen a lot with these 80 crack head babies
Neighborhoods we roam dog fight stolen bikes
Now o Laters we stole them grimy little f*cker class clowns after class tussling
Detention guards rustling, knuckle scuffling, kept it g
Kept it P.I. 100 to 1000 kept it real to the point of discreet
Ass whooping for tattling, under age alci staggering
Back woods swisher sweet just before that shit was passing than

I learnt this real well youngster born in ditches
No matter where you from your roots are coming out
I learnt this real well youngster stacked them bricks's
But what you do love really shows in doubt
I learnt this real well youngster crawled through trenches
The way you grew up is pushing up right now
I learnt this real well youngster born in ditches
No matter where you from your roots are coming out
I learnt this real well youngster stacked them bricks's
But what you do love really shows in doubt
I learnt this real well youngster crawled through trenches
The way you grew up is pushing up right now
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No matter where ya from

My mind keeps on hurting from these rhymes I'm spitting
Saliva covered germs I leave the mic all dripping
Can't find my brain now cause my minds been missing
Probably floating round' with my space ambition
I keep mixing up the code I can't stop addiction
Or like the way I sag my pants you can see my britches
Or like the crack hiding in my thigh, pushing up against the stick shift
Quick hands on my flows you've missed it

I learnt this real well youngster born in ditches
No matter where you from your roots are coming out
I learnt this real well youngster stacked them bricks
But what you do love really shows in doubt
I learnt this real well youngster crawled through trenches
The way you grew up is pushing up right now

Your roots squirming growing up inside this earth
From your family tree standing in the dirt
Muthaf*cka back it up, talking shit get smacked
Mic Killa rapture the, is the damn fact of the
State of the passenger, booming banging ruckus
Stank face from the track smelling like a fungal dump
Know it's your Uncle Sam
Buying all weapons uh
Sending out the troops and uh
Weapons got the Pack-a-Punch
Kill you eat your sack of lunch
My family drinking lots of rum
Made me have so much fun

The shake bottom of the pack, and molded a piece
Sandwich baggies with the tips burn call it mark of the beast
Judas called it the last supper though we toast to the feast
Hindsight discreet couldn't see deceased challis and cheers
Now poor the memories rest in peace T's tattoo tears flesh covered in morals
Who rides after the burial thump the butt of the cig' like chain smokers
Barrel smoke hype smoke dope pipes strips of lithium
Prostitutes bickering at liquor stores begging again
Seen a lot with these 80 crack head babies
Neighborhoods we roam dog fight stolen bikes
Now o Laters we stole them grimy little f*cker class clowns after class tussling
Detention guards rustling, knuckle scuffling, kept it g
Kept it P.I. 100 to 1000 kept it real to the point of discreet
Ass whooping for tattling, under age alci staggering
Back woods swisher sweet just before that shit was passing than

I learnt this real well youngster born in ditches
No matter where you from your roots are coming out
I learnt this real well youngster stacked them bricks's
But what you do love really shows in doubt
I learnt this real well youngster crawled through trenches
The way you grew up is pushing up right now
I learnt this real well youngster born in ditches
No matter where you from your roots are coming out
I learnt this real well youngster stacked them bricks's
But what you do love really shows in doubt
I learnt this real well youngster crawled through trenches
The way you grew up is pushing up right now
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Writer: Calvin White, Ricardo Gallardo
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Length: 2:43
Written by: Calvin White, Ricardo Gallardo
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