lirik lagu dizzee rascal - where's da g's
[verse 1: dizzee rascal]
liar liar, pants on fire, you’re not gangsta, you’re not street
you just make yourself sound gangsta when you’re rappin on the beat
you ain’t got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet
you’re no dealer, you’re not balling, you just get yourself in debt
you’re a fan of hip hop, w-nking when you hear them rappers talk
love to sit and listen but we know that you don’t walk the walk
what’s with all the fake aggression, i can see that it’s not true
i know k!llers, i know gangsters, and they never heard of you
you ain’t robbed n0body, shanked n0body, you ain’t bust no gun
you ain’t seen no ghetto action, who do you think you foolin, son?
you should pull ya trousers up, you know it ain’t your type of look
you’re no playa, you’re no pimp, i think that you should read a book
and seckle, 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 sera and what will be will be
[hook: dizzee rascal]
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 bl!cks? and where’s the mash?
cause all i see is hype
too many mooks 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 p–p 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 sh-t on the track again
too many motherf-ckers 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 motherf-ckers is scared of you
and if somebody trying to take your sh-t
let me see what you prepared to do
are you ready to go to war? are you ready to shoot to k!ll?
are you really gon’ man-up or b-tch-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, n-gga
cause you know you ain’t ’bout no drama
and you know that you really don’t want it
so stay the f-ck out of the way when them trill–ss n-ggas 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: dizzee rascal]
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 bl!cks? and where’s the mash?
cause all i see is hype
too many mooks 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 p–p on the tv
being real these days ain’t easy
[verse 3: pimp c]
where the benz and where the hoes?
candy n-ggas with candy clothes
where the cocaine? where the o’s?
where the soundscan, where the shows?
you’s a pimp, b-tch, 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 prost-tute
i got everything i say, don’t believe me, ask lil’ j
on the west ask ice-t
f-ck good but my d-ck 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
b-tch, 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 sh-t, f-ck the law, they can eat my d-ck
the main n-ggas 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 f-cked in the b-tt
[hook: dizzee rascal]
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 bl!cks? and where’s the mash?
cause all i see is hype
too many mooks 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 p–p on the tv
being real these days ain’t easy
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