Where's Da G's

LETRA

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 shit on the track again
Too many motherfuc*** 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 motherfuc*** 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, ni***
Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama
and you know that you really don't want it
So stay the f*** 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

[ Hook ]

[ Verse 3: Pimp C ]
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
F*** 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, f*** 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 fuc*** in the butt

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