The Game

The Game - Where You At? (The Whole City Behind Us)

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[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

Ninety-four 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

[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 the 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.


[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 Air 1's in every colour 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

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