Young Seattle Pt 3-Sam Lachow

[00:01.96] [Verse 1: Sam Lachow] [00:03.94] (Uh, uh) [00:04.95] (Here we go) [00:06.57] Young Seattle (Woo) [00:08.33] Part 3, c’mon [00:10.64] Where you at? [00:12.79] I’ve been gone for the winter [00:13.61] Back stage ring leader, kill ‘em all in a minute [00:15.90] Huckleberry slim pickin’s, it was all inconsiderate [00:18.13] **** em [00:20.07] They need me like a plug to a clucka [00:21.12] Now where you at? [00:22.84] I don’t know anymore [00:23.88] My whole posse came through the party when she open the door [00:25.52] And if you down with the freak, I’ll be your man for the week [00:28.60] They mess around behind your back, ya call me Sammy La-cheat (Ha ha) [00:30.40] Now where you at? [00:31.33] [00:31.83] [Verse 2: Jarv D] [00:32.96] Probably somewhere I shouldn’t be [00:33.98] Basking in m*******as while laughin’ at those ain’t feelin me [00:35.56] How he gon’ kill my vibe? [00:37.39] He cannot match my energy [00:38.76] ***** you’re not offending me, please don’t catch no injury [00:41.59] Name tat on a couple of b*****s, they gon’ remember me [00:43.94] Your music so forgettable, waste of space in my memory (Oh) [00:46.47] Do this s**t for fun, but ***** we getting’ funds [00:48.70] While these haters lookin stupid throwin shade up on the sun [00:50.51] I’m with my gang, where you at? [00:52.05] [00:52.32] [Verse 3: Gifted Gab] [00:53.31] I’m where I’m at *****, **** ‘em [00:54.05] I’m tryna cop a dub, I’m on 23rd and Judkins (Heh) [00:56.62] You know it’s something when ****** hit cuts and rollin up blunts and breakin out dutches [01:01.51] Makin mad ruckus, trust me I’m the illest [01:03.92] I’m a mother ******* monster, I’m subconsciously a killa’ [01:06.30] I be bustin hella donuts, I be bumpin hella Dilla [01:09.31] I am talking to the grown-ups, don’t forget [?] gang ya ***** [01:11.90] Now where you at? [01:12.95] [01:13.19] [Verse 4: J Byrd] [01:13.77] I’m in the trap house [01:15.54] Smacked out with fat loud, bats in the background [01:16.86] With a couple white b*****s, keep ‘em passed out [01:19.01] One getting lined up the other getting capped out [01:21.46] [?] [01:25.08] Rollin like a carousel, higher than a ferris wheel [01:26.15] Laced guys share their pills [01:28.02] Likely with the Seroquel [01:29.01] In a slew of groupie ratchets fighting for a pair of heels [01:32.75] Where you at? [01:33.29] [01:33.42] [Verse 5: Dave B] [01:33.80] Probably in the suburbs [01:35.04] Probably with some white girls, I got molly in the cupboard [01:36.78] I be Jazz, I be Blues [01:37.79] I be high, I be solo tho [01:39.35] I ain’t got the answers, don’t be rocking hella polo doe [01:41.79] My mind in the matrix, blind to the basic [01:43.99] Running out of everything but time and amazing [01:46.53] My aura be auspicious [01:47.90] I’m bombing your prom pictures [01:49.67] Crashing a Zumba class eating Ziti with bomb b*****s [01:51.71] ***** now where you at? [01:52.17] [01:53.47] [Verse 6: B Skeez] [01:54.09] I’m in the valley [01:55.15] Somewhere in the hood, shooting dice up in the ally [01:56.63] I love my city but my kush come from cali [01:59.63] We move fast, we be Audi (Pew) [02:01.50] Get a P for twenty-two and sell it for three thousand [02:04.55] I need a whip with no roof that I can style in [02:06.87] Hustling out here, ducking out here [02:09.46] Man you fat dudes bluffing out here [02:11.24] Look in the mirror (Uh) [02:12.34] Now where you at? [02:13.45] [02:13.93] [Verse 7: Ryan Campbell] [02:14.12] Suran wrap rapping [02:15.35] Banana Goo Pie and a hundred gram patties [02:16.35] The rubber bands fly, I’m a hundred gram stacking [02:19.39] Been a hella long time since I’ve had to gram bag it [02:21.48] Real bad habit, loud like static [02:23.84] She tests these keys, nose white like ceramic [02:26.37] The SPD tried to harass these rappers [02:29.01] We’re the ODB we some young dirty bastards [02:33.89] Now where you at? [02:34.04] [02:34.39] [Outro: Sam Lachow] [02:34.66] Doing something dumb [02:35.17] Big homies keep ******* with me [02:35.90] I always feel hella young [02:37.11] These groupies keep doing bumps [02:38.23] Come morning we boo the sun [02:39.61] Can’t hang on molly grown fangs and chewing gum (Uh) [02:42.02] Guess a lot’s changed since the last record [02:44.81] I used to keep the ladies and (Shh) the rap separate [02:47.11] But now I fell in it [02:49.92] And I guess at this point I can’t tell the difference [02:51.97] Young Seattle [02:52.90] [02:53.40]