Where It’s At (Letra)

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Artist: charli baltimore f/ mobb deep

What, what
Uh, uh
What, uh

What, yeah
Uh, yo
Yo, what
Yo, uh
Yo, uh

[charli]
Say mobb deep, niggas go sorry
Niggas might rob me
See these niggas that go with car figures
Papers dial mine, clothes custom figure
Matchin’ jon gotti to roll through customs nigga
Roll the custom built shit, i bust them clips
Niggas trust my lips, while they suck they dicks
Plus the kiss be the long goodnight
Murderous bitch be the wrong in spiked-typed
Price right, be that song, the right type
But only if havoc and p spittin’ wit’ me
And they say they gon’ see that c.b. nice wit’ it
Hinnesy and rimmy, and give me some ice wit’ it
Shake down, niggas’ll throw some dice in it
Put your money on chuck or in 9-9, you’re fucked
Try your luck, stress this red-head
I mix blood in my dye, like my faily ties

Chorus (havoc & charli)

When you in the mix with this shit
Skin and bones, nothing but the fists
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here

Niggas fuckin’ up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin’, where my niggas at what?
Yo they don’t want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared nigga, get back, but if not, it’s cool
Cause right here is where it’s at

[havoc]
Yo, when i foul out on lab mouse
One nut and i’m out
Ain’t tryin’ to stick around, let a nigga catch me out of bound
Don’t give a fuck about a rumor
Know how i get down
Let my man’s do it, he gots to right to it
Known jay come through the door, still like they "who this?"
Don’t got beef, but got niggas, serious ones
Make sure a nigga here, plus lasted wars
And stay countin’ all that cash when i’m fuckin’ wit’ ‘un’
Fuck around with my funds, got a bring a gun
Please don’t make me have to puncture ya lungs

[ty nitty]
Cause we the ones rockin’ ‘em, the ones toppin’ ‘em
Gold bars unpredictable, like mystikal and shock and ‘em
We heavenly like big, pac and them
Mobb deep and charli baltimore, who’s coppin’ ‘em
Who’s lockin’ ‘em, who’s hotter then them
It’s like a dice game and crack tito totterin’ them

Chorus

When you in the mix with this shit
Skin and bones, nothing but the fists
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here

[prodigy]
Yo, all and together we gon’ rush the front door
Get at them
They dumpin’ our songs, so now it’s on
Infamous, my niggas pop clips to this
And fight to it
Niggas respect it, it’s like we magnetic
It’s like the last thing you want is drama
Go at the girls, have a good time, don’t make it a problem
While we pop bottles of mo’
Burn down bottles of ‘dro
Smack that ass of models and ho’s
Rappin’, all ya’ll some rag old bunnies
Ready to jump off
I’m on the side fondlin’ this marcy
Black car be gone, q.b. bitches ready to brawl
Charli baltimore payin’ dues, got it ‘em balled
At the bar slashin’ bitches
Over some niggas
From a wayne cell, we stuff back in ’96
Spaid like… swallow the gin, we musclin’ in
Play ya par kid, don’t be a talkative marvin

Chorus

When you in the mix with this shit
Skin and bones, nothing but the fists
Do your hard beat, rapper lay a bid
Other dogs posted up over here

Niggas fuckin’ up, where my niggas at huh?
Niggas be frontin’, where my niggas at what?
Yo they don’t want it
This is live nigga rap
Scared nigga, but if not, it’s cool
Cause right here is where it’s at

Where It’s At (Letra)

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Written by reg dwight and nicky james
Never released

Dada dum-da dadada dum-da
Where it’s at
Dada dum-da dadada dum-da
Where it’s at

He’s a man who knows most everything
Of anything at all
Tells a story of psychology
And his story never falls
He’s a man who wears a portobello yellow bill-bob hat
He’s a man who knows exactly where it’s at

He’s a man who draws illusions
And he carves them on a tree
Including all the love he found
He gives to you and me
And i don’t even know his name
But i surely promise that
He’s a man who knows exactly where it’s at

Roaming around from place to place
He takes in all that he sees
He notices the good things that please him
He watches all the bad things that grieve him
But he loves everybody and he knows just where it’s at

He was born of gypsy parenthood
And he’s always lived the land
And if people who would talk to him
Just cannot understand
But no matter what they say of him
They’ll always tell you that
He’s a man who knows exactly where it’s at

Where It’s At (Letra)

Beck

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There’s a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Take me home in my elevator bones

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only
Hypnotizers move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shining shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get loose while I rock the most

Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone

What about those who swing both ways, AC-DC’s
Let’s make it out, baby

Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone

Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me, making slaves at two-horse town
"That’s beautiful, Dad."

Get my microphone
There’s a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it’s at
I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind

Where It’s At (Letra)

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