Where I’m From Youngs Teflon

[Verse 1]

I bill it backwards in the park on my jack jones
This old guy sitting on the bench playing the saxophone
I found a discreet bush and hid my crack stones
Took the battery out, I think I've got a tapped phone
Man, I thank God my big brothers back home
You my blood, you my flesh, you my back bone
Brown paper bag round the bottle that the yac's on
No chase, straight to the face, I am that gone
But I'ma last don, my back's strong
I'm Mr. Miyagi and you just Dan-Son
Cah I just take your wax off, I put my wax on
And tell a lie, I think I've never made a wack song
Smooth criminal, I get my Jacks on
Still vanishing packs, I gets my trap on
I don't need to hop out the bed to turn my swag on
So every other day they say "Where you get that Youngs?!"

[Chorus]

But let me tell you where I'm from
Broad day they catch bodies with the lights on
You can make a couple bags before the night's done
Where I'm from, where I'm from
But let me tell you where I'm from
Broad day they catch bodies with the lights on
You can make a couple bags before the night's done
Where I'm from, where I'm from