[Verse 1: Sam Lachow
 (Uh, uh)
 (Here we go)
 Young Seattle (Woo)
 Part 3, c’mon
 Where you at?
 I’ve been gone for the winter
 Back stage ring leader, kill ‘em all in a minute
 Huckleberry slim pickin’s, it was all inconsiderate
 **** em
 They need me like a plug to a clucka
 Now where you at?
 I don’t know anymore
 My whole posse came through the party when she open the door
 And if you down with the freak, I’ll be your man for the week
 They mess around behind your back, ya call me Sammy La-cheat (Ha ha)
 Now where you at?

 [Verse 2: Jarv D
 Probably somewhere I shouldn’t be
 Basking in m*******as while laughin’ at those ain’t feelin me
 How he gon’ kill my vibe?
 He cannot match my energy
 ***** you’re not offending me, please don’t catch no injury
 Name tat on a couple of b*****s, they gon’ remember me
 Your music so forgettable, waste of space in my memory (Oh)
 Do this s**t for fun, but ***** we getting’ funds
 While these haters lookin stupid throwin shade up on the sun
 I’m with my gang, where you at?

 [Verse 3: Gifted Gab
 I’m where I’m at *****, **** ‘em
 I’m tryna cop a dub, I’m on 23rd and Judkins (Heh)
 You know it’s something when ****** hit cuts and rollin up blunts and breakin out dutches
 Makin mad ruckus, trust me I’m the illest
 I’m a mother ******* monster, I’m subconsciously a killa’
 I be bustin hella donuts, I be bumpin hella Dilla
 I am talking to the grown-ups, don’t forget [?
 Now where you at?

 [Verse 4: J Byrd
 I’m in the trap house
 Smacked out with fat loud, bats in the background
 With a couple white b*****s, keep ‘em passed out
 One getting lined up the other getting capped out
 [?
 Rollin like a carousel, higher than a ferris wheel
 Laced guys share their pills
 Likely with the Seroquel
 In a slew of groupie ratchets fighting for a pair of heels
 Where you at?

 [Verse 5: Dave B
 Probably in the suburbs
 Probably with some white girls, I got molly in the cupboard
 I be Jazz, I be Blues
 I be high, I be solo tho
 I ain’t got the answers, don’t be rocking hella polo doe
 My mind in the matrix, blind to the basic
 Running out of everything but time and amazing
 My aura be auspicious
 I’m bombing your prom pictures
 Crashing a Zumba class eating Ziti with bomb b*****s
 ***** now where you at?

 [Verse 6: B Skeez
 I’m in the valley
 Somewhere in the hood, shooting dice up in the ally
 I love my city but my kush come from cali
 We move fast, we be Audi (Pew)
 Get a P for twenty-two and sell it for three thousand
 I need a whip with no roof that I can style in
 Hustling out here, ducking out here
 Man you fat dudes bluffing out here
 Look in the mirror (Uh)
 Now where you at?

 [Verse 7: Ryan Campbell
 Suran wrap rapping
 Banana Goo Pie and a hundred gram patties
 The rubber bands fly, I’m a hundred gram stacking
 Been a hella long time since I’ve had to gram bag it
 Real bad habit, loud like static
 She tests these keys, nose white like ceramic
 The SPD tried to harass these rappers
 We’re the ODB we some young dirty bastards
 Now where you at?

 [Outro: Sam Lachow
 Doing something dumb
 Big homies keep ******* with me
 I always feel hella young
 These groupies keep doing bumps
 Come morning we boo the sun
 Can’t hang on molly grown fangs and chewing gum (Uh)
 Guess a lot’s changed since the last record
 I used to keep the ladies and (Shh) the rap separate
 But now I fell in it
 And I guess at this point I can’t tell the difference
 Young Seattle