Where You At
Lil Wayne ft The Game Lyrics

All my niggas if you with me Where you at? (Oh!)
Asking for the location of his friends and associates

All my soldiers if you with me Where you at? (Oh!)
Asking for the location of his crew

All my hustlas if you with me Where you at? (Oh!)
Asking for the location of his hustlers

Where you at? (Oh!) 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!) Hustlas if you with me Let me hear you say (Oh!) Say, say (Oh!) Say, say (Oh!)
Repeating the chorus and encouraging responses from those present

Hey (Oh!) I come and do my thing 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? D-L! you know And OH you don't want to fuck with a nigga Cause 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?
Boasting about his accomplishments, his crew, and potential dangers of crossing him

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 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 Orang-A-Tangs Let's bang!
More boasting about his wealth, his crew, and sexual prowess

It's young Weezy can't 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' Probably look nice on low pro Yokohamas With '20 inch chromes poking out 'em Chrissy till the dome tote the ganja Red-bone in the shower Hello! Pocahontas give a long stroke poke for hours Floating vagina oh I'm a 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!
Further boasts about his abilities and power, and his occasional involvement in illegal activities