Where You At

By Lil Wayne

On 500 Degreez

Released on July 23, 2002

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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!