Lil’ Wayne – Where You At Lyrics

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


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


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


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