Lil' Wayne — Where You At (Текст песни)

[CHORUS] 

All my niggaz if you with me 

Where you at? (OH!) 

All my soldiers if you with me 

Where you at? (OH!) 

All my hustlaz if you with me 

Where you at? (OH!) 

Where you at? (OH!) 

Where you at? Say (OH!) 

Niggaz if you with me 

Let me hear you say (OH!) 

Soldiers if you with me 

Let me hear you say (OH!) 

Hustlaz if you with me 

Let me hear you say (OH!) 

Say, say (OH!) 

Say, say (OH!)

Aye (OH!) 

I come and do my thang and hold down my SIDE 

Single Street man throw my set up HIGH 

Weezy Wee gang call them boys that SQUAD 

That Squad…SQUAD UP! YOU KNOW 

And 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 

‘Cuz a nigga might fuck with the trigger 

Leave a nigga on the FLO’ 

Truly I don’t buck with you nigga 

Let my tooly talk talk to you nigga 

Bitch man is an itch to a rich man WHOA 

’20s on the six with the kicks sitting LOW 

Sticky in my swish man gasoline FLO’ 

Fire spit man Weezy is about to BLOW 

YA KNOW! 

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Aye (OH!) 

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 PLAYING 

Baby I’m a baller I hustle with my father 

It’s the Birdman and Birdman J.R. 

Flip them birds man eighteen grand just order 

Eighty-five for half and forty-five for quarter 

YEAH! Tity baby put it in the AIR 

I’m jumping out this atmoSPHERE 

And I’m jumping in your bitch if she at a PLAYER 

Jumping in the painted thing on that Dang-A-Dangs 

You see the arm when I pass nigga Bling-A-Ling 

You now I’m armed we can mash man it Aint-A-Thing 

You know I’m calm but I’m a gorilla Aint-A-Game 

I got a banana clip for all you Orang-A-Tangs 

LET’S BANG!

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Aye (OH!) 

It’s young Weezy cant nothing 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…wont bother me no more 

Ice like strobe light…look like I’m moving slo mo’ 

Probaly look nice on low pro Yokahomas 

With ’20 inch chromes poking out ’em 

Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja 

Redbone in the shower 

Hello! Pochahontas give a long stroke poke for hours 

Floating vagina oh I’ma holla 

So coke and the nanies I’m honest man 

Nothing big maybe ounces, grams 

But I know how to double…and sometimes it’s scams 

But I know 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 stunting 

That boy’s something YEAH

[CHORUS]

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