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Where's Da G's Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street 

You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping 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, wanking 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 fooling, 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 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 

Where's the G's? Where's the stars? 

 

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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 

Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again 

 

Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking 

 

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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 motherfuckers is scared of you 

And if somebody trying 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 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 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 

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 

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 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 trying to act tough 

When they was up there getting fucked in the butt 

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