Where’s T?

Lyrics

[Intro: Dr. Dre] Ay, ay, ay where the fuck did T just go? [Hook] Where is T? (Where the fuck did T go?) And what's goin' on? (Here I come, yo) (Which way did he go? Which way did he go?) Where is T? (I'm here!) And what's goin' on? (Here I come!) (Yeah, kick that shit) [Verse 1: King T] Set out to check my trap, twist the mode on grind Tryna soothe my brain with my money on my mind Besides bustin' rhymes, I'm real good at doin' crimes Infected with the code of the street and gang signs What's that line? Fuck a bitch, won't make a nigga rich I make a nigga switch from shot callin' to a bitch Off the wall, my niggas never heard of y'all Can't trust 'em, all up in the mix ear hustling Stop frontin', I came to represent the W Hoodrats, top dogs and thugs too Thought you knew, but obviously not, you're through You need protection from King T's resurrection Peep the session, loc get the full teaspoon Swallow it fast cause I'm about to leave soon For the moon, smokin' big bubble toots In the suburban, sippin' on the 'gnac Now we swervin' past moms, gang affiliated rap stars In motion, tryna get paid for the potion Top notch, the killer with the Rolex watch With many karats, step up on the stage and straight tear it Into pieces, ain't a greater man except Jesus Who can touch me, bet a hundred thou' you couldn't bust me The original Likwit rough grammar Protected by the gat and bandana, who am I? [Hook] Where is T? (Where the fuck is T?) (I'm over here) And what's goin' on? (Here I come, here I come) Where is T? And what's goin' on? (Ay, you know what?) [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Lookin' at my Rolex, it's about that time To crack open the Hennessey and roll up a dime Line after line, I'm blowin' your mind Disrespect and get the nine to your spine A gang of niggas try but they never come close to The big time player livin' like I'm supposed to So when you see me rollin' in the Testarossa You can best believe I got the strap in my holster Mobbing son, poppin', robbin', son, like Sugar Roy Put your gun away or get done away like Faye Got beats and stock cops, you never see the props stop Steady dippin', strippin' MCs like a chop shop Now who wanna get with the black Frank Nitti? I ran through your city and left with my boots shitty Nobody gets looser than this producer Coordinate tracks that's live, three or four cars to ride Oh, comin' out of LA, regulatin' the west coast East coast and between coasts, then I'm ghost I know you're bobbin' your head cause I can see ya But you can't see me, the D-R-E and the King T [Hook] Where is T? (Yeah) And what's goin' on? (Where ya at? Where ya at?) Where is T? And what's goin' on? (The Aftermath, ain't no need to ask, yeah) Where is T? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Goin' on (It's the Aftermath)