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DIZZEE RASCAL lyrics : "Where's Da G's"

Dirty Stank,
Liar Liar Pants On Fire
Your Not Gangster Your Not Street

You Just Make Yourself Sound Gangster
When Your Rapping On The Beat
You Aint Got Yourself In No Live

Threatening Situations Yet
Your No Dealer
Your Not Balling

You Just Get Yourself In Det
Your A Fan And Hip Hop Wanking
When You Hear Them Rappers Talk

Love To Sit And Listen
But We Know That You Dont Walk The Walk
Whats With All The Fake Aggression

I Can See That Its Not True
I Know Killers, I Know Gangsters
And They've Never Heard Of You

You Aint Robbed Nobody,Shanked Nobody,You Aint Bust No One
You Ain't Seen No Ghetto Action, Who Do You Think Your Fooling Son
You Should Pull Your Trousers Up

You Know It Ain't Your Type Of Look
Your No Player Your No Pimp
I Think You Should Read A Book And Settle, Find Yourself A Pretty Girl And Settle

You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of g
Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be


[ Hook ]
Where's the G's? Where's the stars?

Where's the whips? Where's the cars?
Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?
Cause all I see is hype

Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?

Cause all I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many real crooks on the TV?

All I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV

How many real crooks on the TV?
All I see is bare poop on the TV
Being real these days ain't easy


[ Verse 2: Bun B ]
Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that %#@! on the track again

Too many mother$#&@ers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking
I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?
Cause we don't believe you, need more people, y'all might as well just pack it in

Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold
Show me your workers, show me your shooters, lemme see the neighborhood you control
Lemme see if you a boss, and if mother$#&@ers is scared of you

And if somebody trying to take your %#@!, let me see what you prepared to do
Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?
Are you really gon' man-up or (*##$-up? Just tell the truth for real

Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger
I don't think so cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, ^!$$%
Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama and you know that you really don't want it

So stay the $#&@ out of the way when them trill-ass ^!$$%s is on it
Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected
Trill recognize trill, so just respect it and check it

And tell me

[ Hook ]


[ Verse 3: Pimp C ]
Where the Benz and where the hoes?

Candy ^!$$%s with candy clothes
Where the cocaine? Where the o's?
Where the SoundScan, where the shows?

You's a pimp, (*##$, where the track?
Where the diamonds and where the Lac
You say that you that you in hot pursuit

But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute
I got everything I say
Don't believe me, ask Lil' J
On the West ask Ice-T
$#&@ good but my dick ain't free

So hood I used to whip the d
Patron and wood when im in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
(*##$, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. lane

Getting red, I let my nuts hang
Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang
I guess they think I still sell cocaine
92 carrots in my chain

Jumping out a red-candy thing
Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail
Before I tell them hoes %#@!, $#&@ the law, they can eat my dick
The main ^!$$%s that pop the trunk
Go to the pen and get with them punks

Then come home trying to act tough
When they was up there getting $#&@ed in the butt

[hook]

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