Ray J Lyrics
* Where You At
Featuring The Game
Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) All my nigga's makin' money Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) All my bitches makin' money Where you at? My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby came to get with it Soon as I got a meal, I got a zone Got a couple cribs, all brand new homes Smokin' and poppin' pills, it's how we goin' My cherry red shirt in the club gettin' loaded Bitch I'm a baller, but I ain't hopin' I'm up the courts in a view so movin' And we can confirm that (with the whole west coast) 'Cause my nigga DJ Quik brought this beat funk music Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) All my nigga's makin' money Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) All my bitches makin' money Where you at? My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby came to get with it I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it Game the banger, part time slinger Half time hustler put soap on a hanger Let it damp out, khaki suit flamin' like a camp out Game on the track I'll blow the fuckin' amps out Game bang while I drive, pull this six tramp out X-Games in the hood bring the fuckin' ramps out (where you at?) Gameboys on the block, 'til they see the Vans out Three dollar X pills, call that shit a handout She know that sex sells so she got her ass out But we ain't buyin' nothin' but Patron, bitch pass out (where you at?) Where I'm at in the hood on D's 5 years after I was in the hood on Keys Rockin' that 80's hat, like where the haze at Red rag in my right pocket and I stay strapped Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) All my nigga's makin' money Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) All my bitches makin' money Where you at? My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby came to get with it Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) Where you at? (I got it) All my nigga's makin' money Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) Where you at? (where you at?) All my bitches makin' money Where you at? My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my) My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby came to get with it
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