Where You At

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Lil Wayne - Rap, In English

Where You At

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[Chorus] All my niggas, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? Say (Oh) Niggas, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) [Verse: 1] I'ma do my thing and hold down my side Eagle Street mane, throw my set up high Weezy Wee gang call them boys the squad That squad, squad You know when we get a lot of dough on the strength of me Get a lot of dro for the strength of fee Get a lot of blow but keep that on the D D what? DL, you know? And oh, you don't wanna fuck with a nigga 'Cause a nigga might fuck with the trigger Leave a nigga on the floor Truly I don't buck with you, nigga Let my tooly talk tough to you, nigga Bitch man is a itch to a rich man, whoa 20s on the 6 with the kicks sittin' low Sticky in my Swish, man, gasoline flow Fire spit, man, Weezy is about to blow Ya know! [Chorus] All my niggas, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? Say (Oh) Niggas, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) [Verse: 2] Pass the pine to the pimp, old juice killer Catch your eye in one glimpse, old school with the Ass up high, the front dip, drip, bam Mami like, "Damn, Lil Wayne, stop playin'" Baby, I'm a baller, I hustle with my father It's the Birdman and Birdman JR Flip them birds man, eighteen grand just order Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter Yeah, yeah, titty baby, put it in the air I'm jumpin' out this atmosphere And I'm jumpin' in your bitch if she at a player Jumpin' in the painted thing on them dang-a-dang You see the arm when I pass, nigga, bling-a-ling You know I'm armed, we gon' mash, man, it ain't a thing You know I'm calm but I'm a gorilla, ain't a game I got a banana clip for all you orangutans Let's bang! [Chorus] All my niggas, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? Say (Oh) Niggas, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) [Verse: 3] It's young Weezy, can't nothin' see me, dog I get you done easy with one easy phone call And the sawed off make your arms fall off Like a short sleeved polo, won't bother me no more Ice like strobe light, look like I'm move in slo' mo' 'Rari look nice on low pro Yokohama's With 20 inch chromes pokin' out 'em Crissy to the dome, toke the ganja Redbone in the shower, hello, Pocahontas Give a long stroke poke for hours Flow in vagina, hoe, I'ma holla Sold coke in the '90s, I'm honest, man Nothin' big maybe ounces, grams But I know how to double and sometimes it's scams But I know how to hustle and some Glocks'll jam But I know how to bust 'em and some drops'll slam All alloy buttons that's all stuntin' That boy's somethin' Yeah! [Chorus] All my niggas, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my soldiers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) All my hustlers, if you with me, where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? (Oh) Now where you at? Say (Oh) Niggas, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Soldiers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Hustlers, if you with me, let me hear you say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) Say, say (Oh) [Outro] It's 500 degreez right here They can't stop your boy Fee slim, big fresh, put the house on your boy Put everything on, on your boy, I got us This gotta be the last song on the album 'Cause once nigga hear this, nigga don't want hear no fuckin' more And mind you, I'm not a rapper Don't get that shit twisted, nigga I just do this shit 'cause I gotta feed, feed my fuckin' seed You know what I'm sayin'? Fuck y'all!

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Credits

Writers
  • Mannie Fresh
  • Lil Wayne