Where's Da G's

[ti:Where's Da G's] [ar:Dizzee Rascal] [al:Maths And English] [by:季风网-【http://www.ip21.cn】] [offset:0] Where's Da G's - Dizzee Rascal Dirty stank yeah man I know that you think youre foolin But you aint foolin me man I dont give a shit man Im out here man Wherever you want man Sweat or fuckin blood man 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 threatenin situations yet You're no dealer you're not ballin You just get yourself in debt You're a fan of hip hop wankin 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 killers I know gangsters And they never heard of you You ain't robbed nobody shanked nobody You ain't bust no gun You ain't seen no ghetto action Who do you think you foolin son You should pull your 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 drawin for no metal I know them rap songs got you thinkin You're some kind of G Well if that's the case then que sera And what will be will be boy 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 Bein 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 Bein real these days ain't easy Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again Talkin that shit on the track again Too many motherfuckers be lyin about Sellin buyin and traffickin I'm like really though what's happenin 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 stackin 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 motherfuckers is scared of you And if somebody tryin to take your shit 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 bitch-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 nigga Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama And you know that you really don't want it So stay the fuck out of the way When them trill-ass niggas 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 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 Bein 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 Bein real these days ain't easy Where the Benz and where the hoes Candy niggas with candy clothes Where the cocaine where the o's Where the SoundScan where the shows You's a pimp bitch where the track Where the diamonds and where the Lac You say that you in hot pursuit But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute I got everythin I say Don't believe me ask Lil' J On the West ask Ice-T Fuck 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 Bitch I got a bunch of names Gettin head in the H O V lane Gettin 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 Jumpin out a red-candy thin Never snitch never tell Get caught up go back to jail Before I tell them hoes shit Fuck the law they can eat my dick The main niggas that pop the trunk Go to the pen and get with them punks Then come home tryin to act tough When they was up there gettin fucked in the butt 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 Bein 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 Bein real these days ain't easy