Look at where you at lyrics

Artist  : Five fingers of funk 
Song : Look at where you at
 
Look at where you at look look at where you're
going
Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing
Got to come correct when I select words for wreck
Because respect means more than any bullshit
check
I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me
Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality
See I've been down from the start to tear a
sucker apart
Fuck money guns and hoes just flow to show if
you've got heart
And we can go rounds you low-down duck
Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your
style sucks
You little mark yo you didn't expect it
Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew
straight wrecked shit
And ain't that 'bout a bitch? Got jacked in
Oregon that's my
Origin fuck around and now you'll never snore
again
Slept like a baby thinking you were all that
Your'e all wack player now look at where you at
Look at where you at
Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for
riffing
Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift
when
Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking
Back in the day we used to play and punks got
picked like cotton
But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the
track
Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no
turning back
Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path
Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just
laugh
Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or
mumble
But you still put me on so now I try to be humble
Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my
part
 
Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart
Still I depart from the past last night went fast
Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my
own ass
Want to be all that without holding a strap
Money grip don't trip just look at where you at
-It ain't where you're from it's where you're at-
I'm setting it off you're lost so stop and clock
your plotted position
Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts
what I mean you're
slipping
When I'm hitting I'm kicking the thick
non-fiction upon my nation
Understanding the place I'm facing through the
knowledge of foundation
Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as
each step had landed
Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow
where demanded
Know I'm branded like cattle as the one in battle
to make it
Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don't
take shit
From no-one throw one out to show the clout that
I'm attaining
Rough like leather and like Portland weather
better bet I'll be
reigning
With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you
off a little bit
But the hits that I swung will keep you strung
out like a fiddle now
sit
Your ass down 'cause the last clown that tried to
step
Got swept like a dustpan man you understand?
A fan of no one 'cause I know none that can bust
a better rap
I'm from the West Coast West Coast now look at
where you at