Why? Where? What? Lyrics & Tabs by King Fantastic
Why? Where? What?
guitar chords lyrics
We can do it how you wanna do it nigga
The Killa on the Reese is well earned go figure
I ain’t scared of shit with a heartbeat
I’m a head-busta holmes it takes nada to spark me
We revolutionized gangster shit
Them flags flying let you know that you in LA trick
And you so disco cookie-cutter Nabisco
Boy I run with ex-fellons who got nothing to live for
Straight laced dumb dumbs anti-social
Don’t like no one if they not locals
Not to vocal, they don’t say much
Rude and stand-off-ish, they don’t play much
I will say this, if you play this
I can shake your brain loose of all that gay sh
I’m a real nig on that back-in-the-day shit
I will say this, if you play this
I can shake your brain loose of all that gay sh
I’m a real nig on that back-in-the-day shit
sherm stick
hop out the Regal and spray shit
Me and my amigos the ones I call friends
Are a pack of wild niggas
Not all of them will shoot but all of them will thump
And we will turn this party out you ain’t lookin at no punks
That LA gang bang culture is in us
Started in the 70s and it ain’t finished
Big homie die lil homie replenish
Place in society, god damned menace
I’m not braggin, I’m confessin, the why where and what I am reppin
Southern California stand the fuck up we at war little buddy time to buck up
I’m fascinated by that gangsta shit
Always been a fan of that gangsta shit
You can count me in if its gangsta shit
Just for the rush I do gangsta shit
Been to the box twice over gangsta shit
Almost lost my life on that gangsta shit
I pulled my wife talking gangsta shit
I don’t mind the price of that gangsta shit
Back in 9th grade I discovered my knuckles
Caught him clean on the chin, watched him buckle
Next day him and his minions rushed me
He wanna run it back he assumed I got lucky
I dropped my backpack pulled my pants up
Closed my hands up and beat that man up
Won’t be a day that Maurice don’t stand up
I’ll go to hell before I fuck my brand up
Practice what I preach, preach what I practice
Violence is the equalizer no tax brackets
Very little arguing sock that faggot and
Run his fuckin pockets to support your habits
I’m not braggin, I’m confessin, the why where and what I am reppin
Southern California stand the fuck up we at war little buddy time to buck up
I’m fascinated by that gangsta shit
Always been a fan of that gangsta shit
You can count me in if its gangsta shit
Just for the rush I do gangsta shit
Been to the box twice over gangsta shit
Almost lost my life on that gangsta shit
I pulled my wife talking gangsta shit
I don’t mind the price of that gangsta shit
I’m not braggin, I’m confessin, the why where and what I am reppin
Southern California stand the fuck up we at war little buddies time to buck up
