DJ Khaled, Freeway, Clipse - Where You At lyrics

Uh, yeah woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh

It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you can’t see me
I’m sunk in the seat
Clutch my hammer close, I’m controlling the V
And love the cities on both the coasts
But still repping the East, yeah
They like, "Freeway, where you been?"
In North Philly, in the hood, cooking a ki’
Tell me, how crooked is he?
The mayor gave him the key to the city
Then he turn around and flood
The city with nickels
To break the cycle, the nine-nickel chrome
The mini mansion, his home
If Khaled call my phone
I’m in the place to be
G4, the M-I, get high
Float in the friendly sky
I’m that fly, tell my pilot the fourth
Far as raps, I murder tracks, Philly
I kill the shit out a sixteen
Shit’s mean, spit a clip for the chorus, I
Tape and record it, put the murder on wax, I
Ship it out to Khaled and
Shoot a video for it, holla!

I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked
For the record khaled from the South where
Them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will
Leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West
Where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will
Kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga?
That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from
Nigga, wherever you at, nigga

My shooter keep it moving
You niggas barely moving
Them bullets almost hit you, you scream
"A hallelujah!"
I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger
And Khaled, all these niggas, they
Want me to lose, but
I’m on my Ps and Qs and, I got my eyes open
Can make it happen with rapping
I get my Ps and Qs in
I know Katrina shooting
Know Mr robert smoking i supply the addicts
They grab the baggage and keep it moving
Keep it, holding, 6-series, not stolen
Drop the lop look like the roof stolen
Call the cops he be stacking like Lego
Leave me holding all the blocks
Run up on him, treat you like the drop
Roof open all them stick-up boys scheming on
Them fat boys scoping
They be hoping that I’m slipping
I be praying that I’m not
Nigga, ’til then, I’m supplying the block
Free at Last almost here, you
Should keep your ears open, nigga!

I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked
For the record khaled from the South where
Them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will
Leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West
Where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will
Kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga?
That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from
Nigga, wherever you at, nigga
Yeah, yeah, check it, check it

95-South, homie, tell ‘em I’m en route
And I ain’t fronting nothing, neither
That ain’t what I’m ‘bout
No doubt from Virginia
Where the drought never touch us
Them dopes in the pillows
The home of the couch-stuffers pop clutches
Drop-tops on all you motherfuckers
And all the baddest bitches pretending
That they love us fucking the soul out us
We call ‘em "The Golden-Mouthers"
Paying for the service with
Louis or Gucci pouches
Send ‘em to they spouses
We back in the street
Cooking up them ounces
From a quarter to a ki’
Call me "Place-Your-Order P, " c’est la vie
If you want it, know, I got
It for cheap, Re-Up Gang, niggas!
We cock and bang, niggas, we cop them things
Niggas million records sold and still
Them same niggas
Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures
Where I’m at, they measure
Worth by your figures, ugh!

I’m from the East where them ARs shooting
Ruthless, niggas will leave you naked
For the record khaled from the South where
Them bammers be moving
Walk into yo’ house and will
Leave you tied up, for the dollar
Can’t forget the West
Where them niggas be looting
Shooting over colors, they will
Kill ya mother, for the record
And where you at, nigga?
That’s where you from, nigga
So rep where you from
Nigga, wherever you at, nigga