Dj Khaled - Where You At lyrics

[Intro: Freeway] Uh, yeah Woo! Uh, it’s going down, n***as! Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh [Verse One: Freeway] It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, n***a See them p**y n***as 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 k** the sh** out a sixteen sh**’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! [Chorus: Freeway] I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, n***as 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 n***as be looting Shooting over colors, they will k** ya mother, for the record And where you at, n***a? That’s where you from, n***a So rep where you from, n***a, wherever you at, n***a [Verse Two: Freeway] My shooter keep it moving, you n***as barely moving Them bullets almost hit you, you scream, “A-hallelujah!” I’m on grind, all-time with the Ruger And Khaled, all these n***as [?], 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 n***a, ’til then, I’m supplying the block Free at Last almost here, you should keep ya ears open, n***a! [Chorus: Freeway & Malice] I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, n***as 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 n***as be looting Shooting over colors, they will k** ya mother, for the record And where you at, n***a? That’s where you from, n***a So rep where you from, n***a, wherever you at, n***a Yeah, yeah, check it, check it [Verse Three: Malice & Pusha T] 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 motherf**ers And all the baddest b**hes pretending that they love us f**ing 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, n***as! We co*k and bang, n***as, we cop them thangs, n***as Million records sold and still them same n***as Bigger picture, grill with the angel fixtures Where I’m at, they measure worth by your figures, uh! [Chorus: Freeway] I’m from the East where them ARs shooting Ruthless, n***as 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 n***as be looting Shooting over colors, they will k** ya mother, for the record And where you at, n***a? That’s where you from, n***a So rep where you from, n***a, wherever you at, n***a