Story Behind The Song
Lil N.O. is tell about hangin in the hood and how all his real live G's put their sets up to represent where they come from.
Song Description
Lil N.O. is talking about repsenting his click. He's telling everybody to throw their sets in the are meaning hood signs.
| Song Length |
4:30 |
Genre |
Rap - Dirty South, Rap - Gangsta |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Vicious |
Subject |
Church |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Where It?s At
1st Verse
Bo little wodie to the floor bo little wodie to the wall. You bo this boy here it?s a must that you fall. He need some gauze, the way his mouth drippin and all. I don bounced on his jaw like a dribbling ball. Now he lay there looking stupid. He to week to crawl. I?m a G, I?ll be damned if I hall. Don sneaked in the club, so I?m bout to have a ball. Hit the bathroom, I got his girl takin it off for my cause. I?m a dog. I be spittin that game to ?em all. Flushin her brains out, got her face in the stall. What?s the cost, little boy can get your front teeth lost. That?s that Omega dog keeping beats Iced out frost. Lot of bass, so on the dance floor you might get tossed. Yeah you think you hard but my soldiers they never cross. People scared to violate us like we the law. People know if you see one the click ain?t far.
Chorus
Where it?s at? Over here? Naw wodie, it?s over there. All my real live G?s put your set in the air. Where it?s at? Where it?s at? Over here? Naw wodie, it?s over there. All my real live G?s put your sets in the air. Where it?s at? Over there? Naw, wodie, it?s over here. All my real live G?s put your sets in the air. Where it?s at? Over there? Naw, wodie, it?s over here. All my real live G?s put your sets in the air.
2nd Verse
Yeah, I?ma rep my click., Westbank, Algris, Poole Creek in the mix. Servin you fools up like a freak on a disk. When it come to that click clack, dog we don?t miss. My partner Low, took nine like 50 in the click. Leavin the spot shaken like the back on my chick. Getting the club crunk until the DJ quit. Naw, that aint? it we bout head to the bricks. I don?t know another set mo liver than this. TTP, I hold it up representing my click. If your boy jump wrong, then we beating him quick. Tell your partner keep movin before he end up missed. Iron your man out like we the cleaners a bit. Real gangstas stay protected with that big boy grip. Pretty boys be the ones that get caught when they slip. Make a grown man cry by putting that tool to his lip.
Chorus
3rd Verse
Now where it?s at? All my G?s put your sets in the air, Westside, Eastside, Southside, North side. Where it?s at? All my G?s put your sets in the air, Westside, Eastside, Southside, North side. All my real beat dogs get buck in the club. All my real beat dogs get buck in the club. All my real beat dogs get buck in the club. All my real beat dogs get buck in the club. Where my headbustas at? There they go point ?em out. There they go point ?em out. There they go point ?em out. Where my headbustas at? There they go point ?em out. There they go point ?em out. There they go point ?em out. Where them lame boys at. There they go. Get ?em out. There they go. Get ?em out. There they go. Get ?em out. Where them lame boys at. There they go. Get ?em out. There they go. Get ?em out. There they go. Get ?em out.
Chorus
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