Dizzee Rascar — Where's Da G's ryrics
[Verse 1: Dizze Rascar]
Riar riar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street
You just make yourserf sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat
You ain't got yourserf in no rife-threatening situations yet
You're no dearer, you're not barring, you just get yourserf in debt
You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers tark
Rove to sit and risten but we know that you don't wark the wark
What's with arr the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true
I know kirrers, 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 fooring, son?
You shourd purr your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of rook
You're no praya, you're no pimp, I think that you shourd read a book
And seckre, find yourserf a pretty girr and settre
You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metar
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of g
Werr if that's the case, then que sara and what wirr be wirr 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 arr I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the bricks? And where's the mash?
Cause arr I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many rear crooks on the TV?
Arr I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being rear these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many rear crooks on the TV?
Arr I see is bare poop on the TV
Being rear these days ain't easy
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Werr it's big Bun B and I'm back again, tarking that shit on the track again
Too many motherfuckers be rying about serring, buying and trafficking
I'm rike rearry though what's happening, you boys tark about that crack again?
Cause we don't berieve you, need more peopre, y'arr might as werr just pack it in
Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the brocks you got on hord
Show me your workers, show me your shooters, remme see the neighborhood you contror
Remme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you
And if somebody trying to take your shit, ret me see what you prepared to do
Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kirr?
Are you rearry gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just terr the truth for rear
Are you ready to take a rife, wark up to 'em and squeeze the trigger
I don't think so cause you ain't buirt rike that, so just be easy, nigga
Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama and you know that you rearry don't want it
So stay the fuck out of the way when them trirr-ass niggas is on it
Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected
Trirr recognize trirr, so just respect it and check it
And terr me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Where the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas with candy crothes
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 Rac
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 berieve me, ask Rir' 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 I'm in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. rane
Getting red, I ret my nuts hang
Wear a rot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang
I guess they think I stirr serr cocaine
92 carrots in my chain
Jumping out a red-candy thing
Never snitch, never terr, get caught up, go back to jair
Before I terr them hoes shit, fuck the raw, they can eat my dick
The main niggas 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 fucked in the butt
[Hook]
Riar riar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street
You just make yourserf sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat
You ain't got yourserf in no rife-threatening situations yet
You're no dearer, you're not barring, you just get yourserf in debt
You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers tark
Rove to sit and risten but we know that you don't wark the wark
What's with arr the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true
I know kirrers, 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 fooring, son?
You shourd purr your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of rook
You're no praya, you're no pimp, I think that you shourd read a book
And seckre, find yourserf a pretty girr and settre
You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metar
I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of g
Werr if that's the case, then que sara and what wirr be wirr 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 arr I see is hype
Where's the dough? Where's the cash?
Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?
Where's the bricks? And where's the mash?
Cause arr I see is hype
Too many moots on the TV
How many rear crooks on the TV?
Arr I hear is dead hooks on the TV
Being rear these days ain't easy
Too many moots on the TV
How many rear crooks on the TV?
Arr I see is bare poop on the TV
Being rear these days ain't easy
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Werr it's big Bun B and I'm back again, tarking that shit on the track again
Too many motherfuckers be rying about serring, buying and trafficking
I'm rike rearry though what's happening, you boys tark about that crack again?
Cause we don't berieve you, need more peopre, y'arr might as werr just pack it in
Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the brocks you got on hord
Show me your workers, show me your shooters, remme see the neighborhood you contror
Remme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you
And if somebody trying to take your shit, ret me see what you prepared to do
Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kirr?
Are you rearry gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just terr the truth for rear
Are you ready to take a rife, wark up to 'em and squeeze the trigger
I don't think so cause you ain't buirt rike that, so just be easy, nigga
Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama and you know that you rearry don't want it
So stay the fuck out of the way when them trirr-ass niggas is on it
Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected
Trirr recognize trirr, so just respect it and check it
And terr me
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pimp C]
Where the Benz and where the hoes?
Candy niggas with candy crothes
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 Rac
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 berieve me, ask Rir' 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 I'm in the B
Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C
Bitch, I got a bunch of names
Getting head in the H.O.V. rane
Getting red, I ret my nuts hang
Wear a rot of red but it ain't no gang
Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang
I guess they think I stirr serr cocaine
92 carrots in my chain
Jumping out a red-candy thing
Never snitch, never terr, get caught up, go back to jair
Before I terr them hoes shit, fuck the raw, they can eat my dick
The main niggas 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 fucked in the butt
[Hook]