Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Where My Girls At? [Radio Edit]’ by 702. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 702 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
[Fabolous – talking]
Uh huh, uh huh, Fabolous, 702
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh
[Fabolous]
Now of these other chicks don’t even come close to you
Anythin’ less than a dime, ain’t negotiable
There holla Fabolous when I swing the Testarossa through
Maybe cause I’m close to Clue, I be in posters too
I rock so much ice, you need shades for a closer view
I beep the horn, that’s the most I do
Like what this player supposed to do
F*ck it, pack your bags, let’s spend the weekend in Costa boo
You feelin’ that?
[702]
See he’s my property and any girl that touch
I might just call your bluff
‘Cause I don’t give a f*ck
Who are you to call my cell
Oh I’m a wish you well
Cause any girl that tried has fell
[Chorus – 702]
Where my girls at
From the front to back
Well is you feelin’ that
Well put one hand up, can you repeat that
Tryin’ to take my man, see I don’t need that
So don’t play yourself
Where my girls at
From the front to back
Well is you feelin’ that
Well put one hand up, can you repeat that
Tryin’ to take my man, see I don’t need that
[702]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Don’t you violate me
Cause I’m a make ya hate me
If you decide to mess with mine
Shrunk you down to size
Make ya realize
You done messed up this time
[Chorus]
[Break – 702]
You must learn the rules
Don’t come close to
Anything that belongs to me
He is my, my property
So you must leave
[Fabolous – talking behind Break]
Uh huh, uh huh, Where my girls at?
Fabolous, F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S
Uh, uh, uh
[Fabolous]
Don’t front ma, who kept you rockin’ all the stones?
Hit the mall, you can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone
Must of dropped bread on my skew, girls be flockin’ to my home
When I got a case, quick tryin’ to get Cochran on the phone
Chicks don’t want you in karats, that make your pinkie finger glow
They want to argue and are fightin’ on the Jerry Springer show
Yours friends want Fabolous, there’s more fishes in the sea
Schemin’ since I put the deep dishes on the V
Just to let you know, it’s nothin’ when you ask for green
Took you to Cristal, for them cats and cream
I’m the one that had you rockin Icebergs to affairs
Icebergs for your gear, Icebergs in your hair
I don’t know how them dirty birds got the cell digits
When I come home you pat me down like jail visits
All I want to do is stay close to you
Fabolous, Desert Storm, 702
Ya heard
[Chorus]