Låttexter: Ray-J. All I Feel. Where You At.
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
Soon as I got a meal, I got a zone
Got a couple cribs and all brand new homes
Smokin' and poppin' pills, it's how we goin'
My cherry red shirt in the club gettin' loaded
Bitch I'm a baller but I ain't hopin'
I'm up the courts in a view so movin'
And we can confirm that
(With the whole West Coast)
'Cause my nigga DJ Quik brought this beat funk music
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time slinger
Half time hustler put soap on a hanger
Let it damp out, khaki suit flamin' like a camp out
Game on the track I'll blow the fuckin' amps out
Game bang while I drive, pull this six tramp out
X Games in the hood, bring the fuckin' ramps out
(Where you at?)
Game boys on the block 'til they see the Vans out
Three dollar X pills, call that shit a handout
She know that sex sells so she got her ass out
But we ain't buyin' nothin' but Patron, bitch pass out
(Where you at?)
Where I'm at in the hood on D's
5 years after I was in the hood on Keys
Rockin' that 80's hat, like where the haze at
Red rag in my right pocket and I stay strapped
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
Soon as I got a meal, I got a zone
Got a couple cribs and all brand new homes
Smokin' and poppin' pills, it's how we goin'
My cherry red shirt in the club gettin' loaded
Bitch I'm a baller but I ain't hopin'
I'm up the courts in a view so movin'
And we can confirm that
(With the whole West Coast)
'Cause my nigga DJ Quik brought this beat funk music
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
I'm in cherry red Chucks, Anaheim fitted
Brim low, drive by, tell 'em Anaheim did it
Game the banger, part time slinger
Half time hustler put soap on a hanger
Let it damp out, khaki suit flamin' like a camp out
Game on the track I'll blow the fuckin' amps out
Game bang while I drive, pull this six tramp out
X Games in the hood, bring the fuckin' ramps out
(Where you at?)
Game boys on the block 'til they see the Vans out
Three dollar X pills, call that shit a handout
She know that sex sells so she got her ass out
But we ain't buyin' nothin' but Patron, bitch pass out
(Where you at?)
Where I'm at in the hood on D's
5 years after I was in the hood on Keys
Rockin' that 80's hat, like where the haze at
Red rag in my right pocket and I stay strapped
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
Where you at?
(I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
Where you at?
(Where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
In my cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted
Nigga throwin' up the beat, baby can you get with it
All I Feel
J Ray
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