Where You At? Lyrics - Kanye West

[Verse 1: Kanye West] 

Yeah, yeah - I used to front when I write songs 

Talk about havin' ice on, and I could barely keep my lights on 

And my beats was so sick, I shoulda got a medic 

But my credit was so pathetic I couldn't afford a debit 

When the Dropout dropped, I had to cop me a money tree 

To front on anybody who ever tried to front on me 

With so much personality, what do you want from me? 

I could be by myself and enjoy the company 

My life, this year, my career, is the Lord 

Bad chick, this award, is for Melissa Ford 

'94 I could only afford this Accord 

From the home of gangbangin' and we all outdoors 

Southside, outside, Westside, let's ride 

Eastside, right B-Side, Lakeshore Drive 

And I'm (And I'm) Chi-Town's finest 

Where you at? The whole city behind us 

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[Chorus: Kanye West] 

Where you at? The whole city behind us 

Where you at? The whole city behind us 

Southside, outside, Westside, let's ride 

Where you at? The whole city behind us 

[Verse 2: Ludacris] 

It ain't nuttin' to it but to do it! I came here 

To shut the place down 'til my body stops pumpin' red fluid 

A-Town I've been through it! And we steady gettin' tested 

But ready to fill your bubble when we put the lead to it 

Out West they still bangin', up top it's really gully 

Down South we get buck and turn hearts to Silly Putty 

Ludacris I got silly money - you got jokes? 

I'll be laughin' all the way to the bank - now that's really funny! 

Big city bright lights - and many pity 'cause we like fights 

May be long days but it's fright nights 

Living out the night life - and people asking "Where you at?" 

Not the club; I stay in to get right! 

Hotlanta home of the booties and the really tight skirts 

Where if somebody moves then somebody gets hurt! 

From Decatur down to CP, and EP 

Adamsville to the Battlefield it's D.T.P. 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: The Game] 

It's Compton's prodigy 

Obviously I'm from the home of hydraulics 

Where they tie bandanas around the steerin' collar 

'Nuff Impalas in to get holla 

We fightin' pitbulls and Rottweilers 

In the projects the objective is make dollars 

"Where you at?" It ain't a problem to get it there by tomorrow 

'Cause I got a female friend, with frequent flier mileage 

I ain't never been to college got the IQ of a Rhodes Scholar 

If you follow G-Unit throw up your dubs and yell "Holla" 

To all the Y.G.'s in khakis and white tees 

With AND1's in every color like Ice-T 

I might be the city of Compton's right knee 

The way I paint pictures with these hip-hop scriptures 

Pay attention while The Game shine like a prism 

Glisten, show you how canaries can alter one's vision 

Not to mention I am Dr. Dre christened on behalf 

Of Luda and Kan-Yeezie, I'm gon' breathe easy 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X