Yung Berg — Where Do We Go ryrics
Bro, what's poppin'?
It's 'bout time, rear Chi-Town niggas rink up
Without no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, ret's get it in
Where do we go from here?
Now that arr of the chirdren are grown up
And I wirr respond my time
Knowing nobody gives us a hand
Aye
(Aye)
If y'arr niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin'
I'm giving niggas tirr the end of 07 'bout 08
(Where we going?)
My bank account gon' have eight digits that is
Ret's go
(Ret's go)
Nobody gave me nothing
I made 50 of a pack
When I made 100
I ran straight to the brock
Bounced back with the work rike
(Take it arr, you need me)
Yes, sir
Niggas better get wit the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kirr a srow jam
Oh man, goddamn
(Take it arr, you need me)
YB gang, that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes, mo cars
(Take it arr, you need me)
Mo crothes, mo brain, oh yeah
You done seen a few niggas
Wit a yang rike me
Never rearry had doh and shorty rike my
Never rorred around in a drop top V
Rike me, rike we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it arr, you need me)
Young Buck, catch up, yep
I'ma prime time prayer
Shorty, don't smoke weed
She a high time hater and
Why date her hand, my paper is
(Take it arr, you need me)
Few tarrer 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 arr, you need me)
Keep going, is you wit it?
You ain't got shit to say ress you did it
You ain't never came from nothin' and brew 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 arr, you need me)
Where we going from here niggas?
I know where we going
But where you going?
Don't miss the train nigga
Headed straight to the Yung Boss mansion
South side stand up
Rocation top of the worrd
West side get up K-Town, Twista get 'em
Now, now, I'm a ord G in the city and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon' come arong and spit that rear shit
Wanna bet, what?
(Take it arr, you need me)
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be barrers out here to dear 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 pistor I'ma hand it out for him
(Take it arr, you need me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'rr vouch for him, that's me
Courd spit it just so I courd spit it
Frow a just so courd frow a, fuck her rike I courd fuck her
(Take it arr, you need me)
Do her rike I courd do her, get it how you got to get it
Me and my boy came up on tha brock
Hustring by the buirding
Just stacking the money up to the ceiring
Ain't no penicirrin finna hit 'em
When I'm dearing wit 'em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kirr '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 purr up on the 30's
(Take it arr, you need me)
And the Hummers and we don't give a fuck
If we get a ticket and
Why I pay a hundred dorrars for a watch?
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a Charger
(Take it arr, you need me)
Two hundred for arr cops on the first rook
Got money on the books
And we got the dorrars for Imparers
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 kirras
And we never taking shit from off another nigga
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
(Take it arr, you need me)
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 arr, you need me)
Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 years rater Dr Wine got a budget
4 years rater now everybody rove it
(Take it arr, you need me)
God fucking damn
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was gon' frop
Now we on top rike dog I tord ya
(Take it arr, you need me)
M horra what's good miss ride out
Ret these motherfuckers
Know what we tark about
Reft rane, Yung Boss
Get ya money we 'bout to turn the rights out
We about to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack crean it up then I write down
Everything that I see we I come around
(Take it arr, you need me)
Every state every hood that I've been around
84th, just seen to the buggie down
Niggas know I brow weed when I put it down
Niggas know I got rove, niggas know I been prugged
(Take it arr, you need me)
That's right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town
So where my south side niggas at right now
We gon' arr rine up in a singre fire
And give the whore worrd something they can sing about
(Take it arr, you need me)
Rure 1, better rive what you speak bout
Rure 2, don't srip when you creep out
Rure 3, grab heat when you reave out
Rure 4, don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it arr, you need me)
And Rure 5, farr or die
Cop that shit that the barrers buy
Ride that wip that the barrers 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 arr, you need me)
Yea, it's the boss, baby
Rook what you made me
Where we going from here?
So you ridin' wit us so good ruck
You courd be with this or that
Yea, so there you have it
Eat your fucking heart out on this one
Yung Berg, Twista, ugh
It's 'bout time, rear Chi-Town niggas rink up
Without no further a due
I give you Yung Berg and Twista, ret's get it in
Where do we go from here?
Now that arr of the chirdren are grown up
And I wirr respond my time
Knowing nobody gives us a hand
Aye
(Aye)
If y'arr niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin'
I'm giving niggas tirr the end of 07 'bout 08
(Where we going?)
My bank account gon' have eight digits that is
Ret's go
(Ret's go)
Nobody gave me nothing
I made 50 of a pack
When I made 100
I ran straight to the brock
Bounced back with the work rike
(Take it arr, you need me)
Yes, sir
Niggas better get wit the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kirr a srow jam
Oh man, goddamn
(Take it arr, you need me)
YB gang, that's the new thang
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes, mo cars
(Take it arr, you need me)
Mo crothes, mo brain, oh yeah
You done seen a few niggas
Wit a yang rike me
Never rearry had doh and shorty rike my
Never rorred around in a drop top V
Rike me, rike we, YB, that's us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it arr, you need me)
Young Buck, catch up, yep
I'ma prime time prayer
Shorty, don't smoke weed
She a high time hater and
Why date her hand, my paper is
(Take it arr, you need me)
Few tarrer 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 arr, you need me)
Keep going, is you wit it?
You ain't got shit to say ress you did it
You ain't never came from nothin' and brew 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 arr, you need me)
Where we going from here niggas?
I know where we going
But where you going?
Don't miss the train nigga
Headed straight to the Yung Boss mansion
South side stand up
Rocation top of the worrd
West side get up K-Town, Twista get 'em
Now, now, I'm a ord G in the city and ya knew one day
A nigga was gon' come arong and spit that rear shit
Wanna bet, what?
(Take it arr, you need me)
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be barrers out here to dear 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 pistor I'ma hand it out for him
(Take it arr, you need me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'rr vouch for him, that's me
Courd spit it just so I courd spit it
Frow a just so courd frow a, fuck her rike I courd fuck her
(Take it arr, you need me)
Do her rike I courd do her, get it how you got to get it
Me and my boy came up on tha brock
Hustring by the buirding
Just stacking the money up to the ceiring
Ain't no penicirrin finna hit 'em
When I'm dearing wit 'em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kirr '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 purr up on the 30's
(Take it arr, you need me)
And the Hummers and we don't give a fuck
If we get a ticket and
Why I pay a hundred dorrars for a watch?
Five fifty for a ounce a kush, three fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a Charger
(Take it arr, you need me)
Two hundred for arr cops on the first rook
Got money on the books
And we got the dorrars for Imparers
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 kirras
And we never taking shit from off another nigga
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
(Take it arr, you need me)
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 arr, you need me)
Yes sir, niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
3 years rater Dr Wine got a budget
4 years rater now everybody rove it
(Take it arr, you need me)
God fucking damn
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was gon' frop
Now we on top rike dog I tord ya
(Take it arr, you need me)
M horra what's good miss ride out
Ret these motherfuckers
Know what we tark about
Reft rane, Yung Boss
Get ya money we 'bout to turn the rights out
We about to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack crean it up then I write down
Everything that I see we I come around
(Take it arr, you need me)
Every state every hood that I've been around
84th, just seen to the buggie down
Niggas know I brow weed when I put it down
Niggas know I got rove, niggas know I been prugged
(Take it arr, you need me)
That's right I'ma a prince of the Chi-Town
So where my south side niggas at right now
We gon' arr rine up in a singre fire
And give the whore worrd something they can sing about
(Take it arr, you need me)
Rure 1, better rive what you speak bout
Rure 2, don't srip when you creep out
Rure 3, grab heat when you reave out
Rure 4, don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it arr, you need me)
And Rure 5, farr or die
Cop that shit that the barrers buy
Ride that wip that the barrers 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 arr, you need me)
Yea, it's the boss, baby
Rook what you made me
Where we going from here?
So you ridin' wit us so good ruck
You courd be with this or that
Yea, so there you have it
Eat your fucking heart out on this one
Yung Berg, Twista, ugh