Where Was You lyrics

[Chorus: Juicy J]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Where was you when I ain’t have a pot to p*ss in
Where was you when my homie came up missing
Where was you when I was out here on the clock
I can tell you this you waddn’t on the block
But its alright I hustle all night
You be smoking sh*t you be all hype
Mane that sh*t was vicious how can I forget it
Pushing all these chickens tryna get a ticket
I might leave a trail cause my swag drippin’
All this sh*t you talking bout you know I live it
I’m LeBron with the vision, n*gga you a witness
This Jordan on my chain bigger than a midget

[Chorus: Juicy J]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Where the f*ck was you n*gga, when I was a young n*gga
I done held guns for n*ggas, that was fun for my n*ggas
Smoking weed in the trap living comfortable n*gga
If the police came we would run from them n*ggas
Couple n*ggas start snitching, we ain't f*ck with them n*ggas
Gotta problem we pull up with a truck full n*ggas
I’m a boss I ain’t nothing like these other lil n*ggas
Got no trust for them n*ggas, got no love for them n*ggas
If this was back in the day we’d bust on them n*ggas
I ’ont argue in the street I don’t f*cks with no n*gga
We find out where we could meet then we jump on a n*gga
And they do that sh*t for cheap, so its nothing lil n*gga

[Chorus: Juicy J]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
I might have a actress laying on my mattress
I ain’t with that talking b*tch I’m bout that action
Call me uncle sam cause you know I’m taxing’
Yo b*tch swallow my seed but you ain’t in my bracket
Please don’t get me twisted just because I’m rapping
I can send a hit out on you like a tackle
I could show you how to cook ‘em up and wrap ‘em
I could tell you bout that Mac and I ain’t talking Apple
Cause I can get you knocked off for no charge n*gga
You gone take it in the chest like a charge n*gga
I swear that street sh*t get my dawgs charged n*gga
You say you can get me right but what you charge n*gga
[Chorus: Juicy J]
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang)
Higher than a bird hopping out the flying spur like I need a parachute
We was out there on the curb tryna’ get it where was you (where was you)
In the concrete jungle where they ain’t afraid to hustle and they ain’t scared to shoot (shoot)

[Outro: Juicy J]
Lemme chirp these fools
I can barely hear you, no wonder I can’t see you
I landed the jet and went and bought a bald eagle
I’m on tour with n*ggas from my hood thats my people
And they used to push the rock like Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel
I ain’t see you when I ain’t have a whip to get around
You wasn’t with me at the bottom, I’m not f*ckin' with you now
Ran into a young n*gga say he look up to me
Juicy drop that new sh*t you gon' f*ck up the streets
Bought to f*ck up a check, and then I’m off for a week
Met a b*tch at the Versace store and f*cked her to sleep
When I’m finished with her I’mma drop her off where I found her
And I wake up every morning to the sound of money counters