[{"id":377522,"name":"Where's Da G's","trackName":"Where's Da G's","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Maths + English","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's\n  artist: Dizzee Rascal\n  album: Maths + English\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  start_ms: 1860\n  end_ms: 3530\n- text: (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  start_ms: 3530\n  end_ms: 5450\n- text: But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  start_ms: 5450\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: I don't give a shit, man\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: I'm out here, man\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 9140\n- text: Whatever you want, man\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 10410\n- text: Sweat to fucking god, man\n  start_ms: 10410\n  end_ms: 13600\n- text: Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  start_ms: 13600\n  end_ms: 17310\n- text: You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  start_ms: 17310\n  end_ms: 20720\n- text: You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  start_ms: 20720\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 27600\n- text: You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  start_ms: 27600\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 34270\n- text: What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  start_ms: 34270\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 41200\n- text: You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  start_ms: 41200\n  end_ms: 44740\n- text: You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  start_ms: 44740\n  end_ms: 48150\n- text: You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  start_ms: 48150\n  end_ms: 51660\n- text: You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  start_ms: 51660\n  end_ms: 54590\n- text: And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  start_ms: 54590\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61500\n- text: I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64790\n- text: Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n  start_ms: 64790\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Where's the G's? 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Where's the stars?\n  start_ms: 233360\n  end_ms: 234830\n- text: Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 234830\n  end_ms: 236790\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 236790\n  end_ms: 238040\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 238040\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 241740\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 241740\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 244940\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 244940\n  end_ms: 246820\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 246820\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 250000\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 250000\n  end_ms: 251990\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 251990\n  end_ms: 253780\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 253780\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 256940\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 256940\n  end_ms: 258820\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 258820\n  end_ms: 260410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260410\nplain: |-\n  (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  I don't give a shit, man\n  I'm out here, man\n  Whatever you want, man\n  Sweat to fucking god, man\n\n  Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\n  You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":32151330,"name":"Where's Da G's","trackName":"Where's Da G's","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Definitive Jux Free Amazon Sampler [Explicit]","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's\n  artist: Dizzee Rascal\n  album: Definitive Jux Free Amazon Sampler [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  start_ms: 1860\n  end_ms: 3530\n- text: (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  start_ms: 3530\n  end_ms: 5450\n- text: But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  start_ms: 5450\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: I don't give a shit, man\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: I'm out here, man\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 9140\n- text: Whatever you want, man\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 10410\n- text: Sweat to fucking god, man\n  start_ms: 10410\n  end_ms: 13600\n- text: Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  start_ms: 13600\n  end_ms: 17310\n- text: You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  start_ms: 17310\n  end_ms: 20720\n- text: You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  start_ms: 20720\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 27600\n- text: You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  start_ms: 27600\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 34270\n- text: What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  start_ms: 34270\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 41200\n- text: You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  start_ms: 41200\n  end_ms: 44740\n- text: You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  start_ms: 44740\n  end_ms: 48150\n- text: You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  start_ms: 48150\n  end_ms: 51660\n- text: You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  start_ms: 51660\n  end_ms: 54590\n- text: And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  start_ms: 54590\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61500\n- text: I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64790\n- text: Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n  start_ms: 64790\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Where's the G's? 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Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  start_ms: 123790\n  end_ms: 127150\n- text: Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? 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Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":16675956,"name":"Where’s da G’s","trackName":"Where’s da G’s","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Maths + English (US Editionl)","duration":294.478367,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where’s da G’s\n  artist: Dizzee Rascal\n  album: Maths + English (US Editionl)\n  duration_ms: 294478\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  start_ms: 1860\n  end_ms: 3530\n- text: (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  start_ms: 3530\n  end_ms: 5450\n- text: But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  start_ms: 5450\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: I don't give a shit, man\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: I'm out here, man\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 9140\n- text: Whatever you want, man\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 10410\n- text: Sweat to fucking god, man\n  start_ms: 10410\n  end_ms: 13600\n- text: Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  start_ms: 13600\n  end_ms: 17310\n- text: You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  start_ms: 17310\n  end_ms: 20720\n- text: You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  start_ms: 20720\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 27600\n- text: You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  start_ms: 27600\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 34270\n- text: What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  start_ms: 34270\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 41200\n- text: You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  start_ms: 41200\n  end_ms: 44740\n- text: You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  start_ms: 44740\n  end_ms: 48150\n- text: You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  start_ms: 48150\n  end_ms: 51660\n- text: You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  start_ms: 51660\n  end_ms: 54590\n- text: And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  start_ms: 54590\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61500\n- text: I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64790\n- text: Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n  start_ms: 64790\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Where's the G's? 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Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":12477548,"name":"Where's Da G's","trackName":"Where's Da G's","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal, UGK","albumName":"Maths + English","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's\n  artist: Dizzee Rascal, UGK\n  album: Maths + English\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  start_ms: 1860\n  end_ms: 3530\n- text: (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  start_ms: 3530\n  end_ms: 5450\n- text: But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  start_ms: 5450\n  end_ms: 7030\n- text: I don't give a shit, man\n  start_ms: 7030\n  end_ms: 8030\n- text: I'm out here, man\n  start_ms: 8030\n  end_ms: 9140\n- text: Whatever you want, man\n  start_ms: 9140\n  end_ms: 10410\n- text: Sweat to fucking god, man\n  start_ms: 10410\n  end_ms: 13600\n- text: Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  start_ms: 13600\n  end_ms: 17310\n- text: You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  start_ms: 17310\n  end_ms: 20720\n- text: You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  start_ms: 20720\n  end_ms: 24140\n- text: You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  start_ms: 24140\n  end_ms: 27600\n- text: You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  start_ms: 27600\n  end_ms: 31080\n- text: Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  start_ms: 31080\n  end_ms: 34270\n- text: What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  start_ms: 34270\n  end_ms: 37760\n- text: I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n  start_ms: 37760\n  end_ms: 41200\n- text: You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  start_ms: 41200\n  end_ms: 44740\n- text: You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  start_ms: 44740\n  end_ms: 48150\n- text: You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  start_ms: 48150\n  end_ms: 51660\n- text: You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  start_ms: 51660\n  end_ms: 54590\n- text: And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  start_ms: 54590\n  end_ms: 58090\n- text: You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  start_ms: 58090\n  end_ms: 61500\n- text: I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  start_ms: 61500\n  end_ms: 64790\n- text: Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n  start_ms: 64790\n  end_ms: 68660\n- text: Where's the G's? 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Just tell the truth for real\n  start_ms: 127150\n  end_ms: 130580\n- text: Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  start_ms: 130580\n  end_ms: 133800\n- text: I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  start_ms: 133800\n  end_ms: 137460\n- text: '''Cause you know you ain''t ''bout no drama'\n  start_ms: 137460\n  end_ms: 139050\n- text: And you know that you really don't want it\n  start_ms: 139050\n  end_ms: 140850\n- text: So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  start_ms: 140850\n  end_ms: 144050\n- text: Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  start_ms: 144050\n  end_ms: 147250\n- text: Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  start_ms: 147250\n  end_ms: 150190\n- text: And tell me\n  start_ms: 150190\n  end_ms: 151040\n- text: Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  start_ms: 151040\n  end_ms: 152620\n- text: Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 152620\n  end_ms: 154480\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 154480\n  end_ms: 155830\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 155830\n  end_ms: 157930\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 157930\n  end_ms: 159540\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 159540\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 161360\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 164790\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 164790\n  end_ms: 166080\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 166080\n  end_ms: 167930\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 167930\n  end_ms: 169520\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 169520\n  end_ms: 171480\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 171480\n  end_ms: 173090\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 173090\n  end_ms: 174510\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 174510\n  end_ms: 176410\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 176410\n  end_ms: 178570\n- text: Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  start_ms: 178570\n  end_ms: 180140\n- text: Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  start_ms: 180140\n  end_ms: 181770\n- text: Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  start_ms: 181770\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 187050\n- text: Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  start_ms: 187050\n  end_ms: 188680\n- text: You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  start_ms: 188680\n  end_ms: 189970\n- text: But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n  start_ms: 189970\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: I got everything I say\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 193780\n- text: Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  start_ms: 193780\n  end_ms: 195560\n- text: On the West ask Ice-T\n  start_ms: 195560\n  end_ms: 197430\n- text: Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  start_ms: 197430\n  end_ms: 199020\n- text: So hood I used to whip the D\n  start_ms: 199020\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 202250\n- text: Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n  start_ms: 202250\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 207450\n- text: Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  start_ms: 207450\n  end_ms: 209290\n- text: Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  start_ms: 209290\n  end_ms: 210930\n- text: Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  start_ms: 210930\n  end_ms: 212580\n- text: Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  start_ms: 212580\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216180\n- text: 92 carats in my chain\n  start_ms: 216180\n  end_ms: 217850\n- text: Jumping out a red-candy thing\n  start_ms: 217850\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 222970\n- text: Before I tell them hoes shit\n  start_ms: 222970\n  end_ms: 224580\n- text: Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  start_ms: 224580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 227960\n- text: Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  start_ms: 227960\n  end_ms: 229860\n- text: Then come home trying to act tough\n  start_ms: 229860\n  end_ms: 231160\n- text: When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n  start_ms: 231160\n  end_ms: 233360\n- text: Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  start_ms: 233360\n  end_ms: 234830\n- text: Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 234830\n  end_ms: 236790\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 236790\n  end_ms: 238040\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 238040\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 241740\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 241740\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 244940\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 244940\n  end_ms: 246820\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 246820\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 250000\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 250000\n  end_ms: 251990\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 251990\n  end_ms: 253780\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 253780\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 256940\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 256940\n  end_ms: 258820\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 258820\n  end_ms: 260410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260410\nplain: |-\n  (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  I don't give a shit, man\n  I'm out here, man\n  Whatever you want, man\n  Sweat to fucking god, man\n\n  Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\n  You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":37990679,"name":"Where’s Da G’s","trackName":"Where’s Da G’s","artistName":"Big Sean & Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Maths + English","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.51] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:04.02] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.23] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:06.99] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.28] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.27] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.45] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.70] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.23] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.64] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.16] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.59] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:30.98] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.30] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.89] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.26] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.19] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.59] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.73] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.10] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.66] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.89] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.67] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.39] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.04] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.41] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.29] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.91] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.32] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.30] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:23.83] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.65] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:26.80] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.02] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.72] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.45] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.76] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.30] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.79] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.25] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.08] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.79] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:54.94] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.74] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[01:59.94] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.64] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.18] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.54] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.81] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.37] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.02] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.72] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.45] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.26] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.37] And tell me\n[02:30.99] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.69] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.32] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.82] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.78] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.58] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.20] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.60] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.66] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.13] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.96] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.55] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.05] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.78] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.47] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.36] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.07] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.86] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.21] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:06.95] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.44] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:10.08] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.15] I got everything I say\n[03:13.89] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.52] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.28] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:18.83] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.58] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.73] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.57] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.27] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.95] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.66] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.26] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.55] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.76] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.52] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.89] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.63] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.25] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:48.04] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.88] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.23] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.22] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.94] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.60] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.18] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:00.07] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.82] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.53] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.92] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.91] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.49] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.11] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.43] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.87] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.25] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:17.02] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.72] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where’s Da G’s\n  artist: Big Sean & Dizzee Rascal\n  album: Maths + English\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  start_ms: 2510\n  end_ms: 4020\n- text: (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  start_ms: 4020\n  end_ms: 5230\n- text: But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  start_ms: 5230\n  end_ms: 6990\n- text: I don't give a shit, man\n  start_ms: 6990\n  end_ms: 8280\n- text: I'm out here, man\n  start_ms: 8280\n  end_ms: 9270\n- text: Whatever you want, man\n  start_ms: 9270\n  end_ms: 10450\n- text: Sweat to fucking god, man\n  start_ms: 10450\n  end_ms: 13700\n- text: Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  start_ms: 13700\n  end_ms: 17230\n- text: You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  start_ms: 17230\n  end_ms: 20640\n- text: You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  start_ms: 20640\n  end_ms: 24160\n- text: You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  start_ms: 24160\n  end_ms: 27590\n- text: You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  start_ms: 27590\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34300\n- text: What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  start_ms: 34300\n  end_ms: 37890\n- text: I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n  start_ms: 37890\n  end_ms: 41260\n- text: You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  start_ms: 41260\n  end_ms: 44740\n- text: You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  start_ms: 44740\n  end_ms: 48190\n- text: You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  start_ms: 48190\n  end_ms: 51590\n- text: You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  start_ms: 51590\n  end_ms: 54730\n- text: And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  start_ms: 54730\n  end_ms: 58100\n- text: You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  start_ms: 58100\n  end_ms: 61660\n- text: I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  start_ms: 61660\n  end_ms: 64890\n- text: Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n  start_ms: 64890\n  end_ms: 68670\n- text: Where's the G's? 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Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  start_ms: 123640\n  end_ms: 127180\n- text: Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? 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Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":6580955,"name":"Where's Da G's (Ft. UGK)","trackName":"Where's Da G's (Ft. 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Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's (Ft. 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Where's the stars?\n  start_ms: 233360\n  end_ms: 234830\n- text: Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 234830\n  end_ms: 236790\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 236790\n  end_ms: 238040\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 238040\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 241740\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 241740\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 244940\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 244940\n  end_ms: 246820\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 246820\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 250000\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 250000\n  end_ms: 251990\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 251990\n  end_ms: 253780\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 253780\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 256940\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 256940\n  end_ms: 258820\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 258820\n  end_ms: 260410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260410\nplain: |-\n  (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  I don't give a shit, man\n  I'm out here, man\n  Whatever you want, man\n  Sweat to fucking god, man\n\n  Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\n  You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":16898055,"name":"Where's Da G's (Ft. UGK)","trackName":"Where's Da G's (Ft. UGK)","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Maths + English","duration":294.1502,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's (Ft. 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Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  start_ms: 123790\n  end_ms: 127150\n- text: Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? 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Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":17424633,"name":"04 - Where's Da G's (feat. UGK)","trackName":"04 - Where's Da G's (feat. UGK)","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Maths + English","duration":294.1502,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 04 - Where's Da G's (feat. 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Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 152620\n  end_ms: 154480\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 154480\n  end_ms: 155830\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 155830\n  end_ms: 157930\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 157930\n  end_ms: 159540\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 159540\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: Where's the blicks? 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Where's the stars?\n  start_ms: 233360\n  end_ms: 234830\n- text: Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 234830\n  end_ms: 236790\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 236790\n  end_ms: 238040\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 238040\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 241740\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 241740\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Where's the blicks? 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Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":37517832,"name":"Where's Da G's (Feat. Bun B &","trackName":"Where's Da G's (Feat. 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Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.51] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:04.02] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.23] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:06.99] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.28] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.27] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.45] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.70] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.23] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.64] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.16] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.59] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:30.98] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.30] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.89] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.26] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.19] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.59] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.73] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.10] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.66] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.89] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.67] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.39] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.04] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.41] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.29] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.91] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.32] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.30] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:23.83] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.65] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:26.80] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.02] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.72] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.45] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.76] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.30] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.79] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.25] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.08] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.79] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:54.94] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.74] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[01:59.94] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.64] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.18] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.54] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.81] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.37] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.02] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.72] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.45] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.26] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.37] And tell me\n[02:30.99] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.69] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.32] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.82] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.78] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.58] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.20] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.60] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.66] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.13] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.96] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.55] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.05] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.78] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.47] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.36] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.07] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.86] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.21] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:06.95] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.44] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:10.08] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.15] I got everything I say\n[03:13.89] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.52] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.28] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:18.83] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.58] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.73] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.57] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.27] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.95] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.66] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.26] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.55] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.76] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.52] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.89] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.63] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.25] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:48.04] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.88] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.23] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.22] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.94] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.60] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.18] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:00.07] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.82] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.53] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.92] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.91] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.49] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.11] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.43] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.87] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.25] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:17.02] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.72] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.31] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's (Feat. 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Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  start_ms: 123640\n  end_ms: 127180\n- text: Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  start_ms: 127180\n  end_ms: 130540\n- text: Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  start_ms: 130540\n  end_ms: 133810\n- text: I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  start_ms: 133810\n  end_ms: 137370\n- text: '''Cause you know you ain''t ''bout no drama'\n  start_ms: 137370\n  end_ms: 139020\n- text: And you know that you really don't want it\n  start_ms: 139020\n  end_ms: 140720\n- text: So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  start_ms: 140720\n  end_ms: 144450\n- text: Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  start_ms: 144450\n  end_ms: 147260\n- text: Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  start_ms: 147260\n  end_ms: 150370\n- text: And tell me\n  start_ms: 150370\n  end_ms: 150990\n- text: Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  start_ms: 150990\n  end_ms: 152690\n- text: Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 152690\n  end_ms: 154320\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 154320\n  end_ms: 155820\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 155820\n  end_ms: 157780\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 157780\n  end_ms: 159580\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 159580\n  end_ms: 161200\n- text: Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 161200\n  end_ms: 162600\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 162600\n  end_ms: 164660\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 164660\n  end_ms: 166130\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 166130\n  end_ms: 167960\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 167960\n  end_ms: 169520\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 169520\n  end_ms: 171550\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 171550\n  end_ms: 173050\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 173050\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 176470\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 176470\n  end_ms: 178360\n- text: Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  start_ms: 178360\n  end_ms: 180070\n- text: Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  start_ms: 180070\n  end_ms: 181860\n- text: Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  start_ms: 181860\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 185210\n- text: You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  start_ms: 185210\n  end_ms: 186950\n- text: Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  start_ms: 186950\n  end_ms: 188440\n- text: You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  start_ms: 188440\n  end_ms: 190080\n- text: But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n  start_ms: 190080\n  end_ms: 192150\n- text: I got everything I say\n  start_ms: 192150\n  end_ms: 193890\n- text: Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  start_ms: 193890\n  end_ms: 195520\n- text: On the West ask Ice-T\n  start_ms: 195520\n  end_ms: 197280\n- text: Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  start_ms: 197280\n  end_ms: 198830\n- text: So hood I used to whip the D\n  start_ms: 198830\n  end_ms: 200580\n- text: Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  start_ms: 200580\n  end_ms: 202250\n- text: Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n  start_ms: 202250\n  end_ms: 205730\n- text: Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  start_ms: 205730\n  end_ms: 207570\n- text: Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  start_ms: 207570\n  end_ms: 209270\n- text: Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  start_ms: 209270\n  end_ms: 210950\n- text: Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  start_ms: 210950\n  end_ms: 212660\n- text: Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  start_ms: 212660\n  end_ms: 214260\n- text: I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  start_ms: 214260\n  end_ms: 216550\n- text: 92 carats in my chain\n  start_ms: 216550\n  end_ms: 217760\n- text: Jumping out a red-candy thing\n  start_ms: 217760\n  end_ms: 219520\n- text: Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  start_ms: 219520\n  end_ms: 222890\n- text: Before I tell them hoes shit\n  start_ms: 222890\n  end_ms: 224630\n- text: Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  start_ms: 224630\n  end_ms: 226250\n- text: The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  start_ms: 226250\n  end_ms: 228040\n- text: Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  start_ms: 228040\n  end_ms: 229880\n- text: Then come home trying to act tough\n  start_ms: 229880\n  end_ms: 231230\n- text: When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n  start_ms: 231230\n  end_ms: 233220\n- text: Where's the G's? 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And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 243530\n  end_ms: 244920\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 244920\n  end_ms: 246910\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 246910\n  end_ms: 248490\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 248490\n  end_ms: 250110\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 250110\n  end_ms: 251430\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 251430\n  end_ms: 253870\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 253870\n  end_ms: 255250\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 255250\n  end_ms: 257020\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 257020\n  end_ms: 258720\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 258720\n  end_ms: 260310\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260310\nplain: |-\n  (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  I don't give a shit, man\n  I'm out here, man\n  Whatever you want, man\n  Sweat to fucking god, man\n\n  Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\n  You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":377523,"name":"Where's Da G's (Ft. Bun B, Pimp C)","trackName":"Where's Da G's (Ft. Bun B, Pimp C)","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Maths + English","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's (Ft. 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Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"},{"id":11530733,"name":"Where's Da G's (Ft. Bun B, Pimp C)","trackName":"Where's Da G's (Ft. Bun B, Pimp C)","artistName":"Dizzee Rascal","albumName":"Maths And English","duration":293.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Dirty stankin') yeah man\n(Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\nBut you ain't fooling me, man (what)\nI don't give a shit, man\nI'm out here, man\nWhatever you want, man\nSweat to fucking god, man\n\nLiar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\nYou just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\nYou ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\nYou're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\nYou're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\nLove to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\nWhat's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\nI know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\nYou ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\nYou ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\nYou should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\nYou're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\nAnd seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\nYou know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\nI know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\nWell if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWell it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\nToo many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\nI'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\nY'all might as well just pack it in\n\nShow me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\nShow me your workers, show me your shooters\nLemme see the neighborhood you control\nLemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\nAnd if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\nAre you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\nAre you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\nAre you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\nI don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\nAnd you know that you really don't want it\nSo stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\nDizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\nTrill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\nAnd tell me\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\n\nWhere the Benz and where the hoes?\nCandy niggas with candy clothes\nWhere the cocaine? Where the O's?\nWhere the SoundScan, where the shows?\nYou's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\nWhere the diamonds and where the Lac?\nYou say that you that you in hot pursuit\nBut I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\nI got everything I say\nDon't believe me, ask Lil' J\nOn the West ask Ice-T\nFuck good but my dick ain't free\nSo hood I used to whip the D\nPatron and wood when I'm in the B\nSweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\nBitch, I got a bunch of names\nGetting head in the H.O.V. lane\nGetting red, I let my nuts hang\nWear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\nChased by the feds but it ain't no thang\nI guess they think I still sell cocaine\n92 carats in my chain\nJumping out a red-candy thing\n\nNever snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\nBefore I tell them hoes shit\nFuck the law, they can eat my dick\nThe main niggas that pop the trunk\nGo to the pen and get with them punks\nThen come home trying to act tough\nWhen they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\nWhere's the G's? Where's the stars?\nWhere's the whips? Where's the cars?\nWhere's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n'Cause all I see is hype\nWhere's the dough? Where's the cash?\nWhere's the hoes? Where's the gash?\nWhere's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n'Cause all I see is hype\n\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I hear is dead hooks on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy\nToo many moots on the TV\nHow many real crooks on the TV?\nAll I see is bare poop on the TV\nBeing real these days ain't easy","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.86] (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n[00:03.53] (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n[00:05.45] But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n[00:07.03] I don't give a shit, man\n[00:08.03] I'm out here, man\n[00:09.14] Whatever you want, man\n[00:10.41] Sweat to fucking god, man\n[00:13.60] Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n[00:17.31] You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n[00:20.72] You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n[00:24.14] You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n[00:27.60] You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n[00:31.08] Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n[00:34.27] What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n[00:37.76] I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n[00:41.20] You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n[00:44.74] You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n[00:48.15] You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n[00:51.66] You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n[00:54.59] And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n[00:58.09] You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n[01:01.50] I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n[01:04.79] Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n[01:08.66] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[01:10.24] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[01:12.19] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[01:13.50] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:15.53] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[01:17.10] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[01:18.76] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[01:20.39] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[01:22.47] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:24.10] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:25.54] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[01:27.11] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:29.22] Too many moots on the TV\n[01:30.90] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[01:32.31] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[01:34.12] Being real these days ain't easy\n[01:35.70] Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n[01:39.23] Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n[01:42.75] I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n[01:46.21] 'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n[01:48.13] Y'all might as well just pack it in\n[01:49.72] Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n[01:53.15] Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n[01:55.02] Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n[01:56.87] Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n[02:00.00] And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n[02:03.79] Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n[02:07.15] Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n[02:10.58] Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n[02:13.80] I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n[02:17.46] 'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n[02:19.05] And you know that you really don't want it\n[02:20.85] So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n[02:24.05] Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n[02:27.25] Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n[02:30.19] And tell me\n[02:31.04] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[02:32.62] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[02:34.48] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[02:35.83] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:37.93] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[02:39.54] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[02:41.36] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[02:42.67] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[02:44.79] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:46.08] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:47.93] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[02:49.52] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:51.48] Too many moots on the TV\n[02:53.09] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[02:54.51] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[02:56.41] Being real these days ain't easy\n[02:58.57] Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n[03:00.14] Candy niggas with candy clothes\n[03:01.77] Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n[03:03.52] Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n[03:05.15] You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n[03:07.05] Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n[03:08.68] You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n[03:09.97] But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n[03:12.06] I got everything I say\n[03:13.78] Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n[03:15.56] On the West ask Ice-T\n[03:17.43] Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n[03:19.02] So hood I used to whip the D\n[03:20.65] Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n[03:22.25] Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n[03:25.88] Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n[03:27.45] Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n[03:29.29] Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n[03:30.93] Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n[03:32.58] Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n[03:34.33] I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n[03:36.18] 92 carats in my chain\n[03:37.85] Jumping out a red-candy thing\n[03:39.44] Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n[03:42.97] Before I tell them hoes shit\n[03:44.58] Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n[03:46.35] The main niggas that pop the trunk\n[03:47.96] Go to the pen and get with them punks\n[03:49.86] Then come home trying to act tough\n[03:51.16] When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n[03:53.36] Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n[03:54.83] Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n[03:56.79] Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n[03:58.04] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[03:59.95] Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n[04:01.74] Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n[04:03.38] Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n[04:04.94] 'Cause all I see is hype\n[04:06.82] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:08.45] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:10.00] All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n[04:11.99] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:13.78] Too many moots on the TV\n[04:15.32] How many real crooks on the TV?\n[04:16.94] All I see is bare poop on the TV\n[04:18.82] Being real these days ain't easy\n[04:20.41] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Where's Da G's (Ft. 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Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 152620\n  end_ms: 154480\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 154480\n  end_ms: 155830\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 155830\n  end_ms: 157930\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 157930\n  end_ms: 159540\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 159540\n  end_ms: 161360\n- text: Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 161360\n  end_ms: 162670\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 162670\n  end_ms: 164790\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 164790\n  end_ms: 166080\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 166080\n  end_ms: 167930\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 167930\n  end_ms: 169520\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 169520\n  end_ms: 171480\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 171480\n  end_ms: 173090\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 173090\n  end_ms: 174510\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 174510\n  end_ms: 176410\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 176410\n  end_ms: 178570\n- text: Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  start_ms: 178570\n  end_ms: 180140\n- text: Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  start_ms: 180140\n  end_ms: 181770\n- text: Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  start_ms: 181770\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 185150\n- text: You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  start_ms: 185150\n  end_ms: 187050\n- text: Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  start_ms: 187050\n  end_ms: 188680\n- text: You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  start_ms: 188680\n  end_ms: 189970\n- text: But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n  start_ms: 189970\n  end_ms: 192060\n- text: I got everything I say\n  start_ms: 192060\n  end_ms: 193780\n- text: Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  start_ms: 193780\n  end_ms: 195560\n- text: On the West ask Ice-T\n  start_ms: 195560\n  end_ms: 197430\n- text: Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  start_ms: 197430\n  end_ms: 199020\n- text: So hood I used to whip the D\n  start_ms: 199020\n  end_ms: 200650\n- text: Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  start_ms: 200650\n  end_ms: 202250\n- text: Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n  start_ms: 202250\n  end_ms: 205880\n- text: Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  start_ms: 205880\n  end_ms: 207450\n- text: Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  start_ms: 207450\n  end_ms: 209290\n- text: Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  start_ms: 209290\n  end_ms: 210930\n- text: Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  start_ms: 210930\n  end_ms: 212580\n- text: Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  start_ms: 212580\n  end_ms: 214330\n- text: I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  start_ms: 214330\n  end_ms: 216180\n- text: 92 carats in my chain\n  start_ms: 216180\n  end_ms: 217850\n- text: Jumping out a red-candy thing\n  start_ms: 217850\n  end_ms: 219440\n- text: Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  start_ms: 219440\n  end_ms: 222970\n- text: Before I tell them hoes shit\n  start_ms: 222970\n  end_ms: 224580\n- text: Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  start_ms: 224580\n  end_ms: 226350\n- text: The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  start_ms: 226350\n  end_ms: 227960\n- text: Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  start_ms: 227960\n  end_ms: 229860\n- text: Then come home trying to act tough\n  start_ms: 229860\n  end_ms: 231160\n- text: When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n  start_ms: 231160\n  end_ms: 233360\n- text: Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  start_ms: 233360\n  end_ms: 234830\n- text: Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  start_ms: 234830\n  end_ms: 236790\n- text: Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  start_ms: 236790\n  end_ms: 238040\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 238040\n  end_ms: 239950\n- text: Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  start_ms: 239950\n  end_ms: 241740\n- text: Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  start_ms: 241740\n  end_ms: 243380\n- text: Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  start_ms: 243380\n  end_ms: 244940\n- text: '''Cause all I see is hype'\n  start_ms: 244940\n  end_ms: 246820\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 246820\n  end_ms: 248450\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 248450\n  end_ms: 250000\n- text: All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  start_ms: 250000\n  end_ms: 251990\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 251990\n  end_ms: 253780\n- text: Too many moots on the TV\n  start_ms: 253780\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: How many real crooks on the TV?\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 256940\n- text: All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  start_ms: 256940\n  end_ms: 258820\n- text: Being real these days ain't easy\n  start_ms: 258820\n  end_ms: 260410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 260410\nplain: |-\n  (Dirty stankin') yeah man\n  (Surely) I don't know who you think you're foolin'\n  But you ain't fooling me, man (what)\n  I don't give a shit, man\n  I'm out here, man\n  Whatever you want, man\n  Sweat to fucking god, man\n\n  Liar liar, pants on fire, you're not gangsta, you're not street\n  You just make yourself sound gangsta when you're rapping on the beat\n  You ain't got yourself in no life-threatening situations yet\n  You're no dealer, you're not balling, you just get yourself in debt\n  You're a fan of hip hop, wanking when you hear them rappers talk\n  Love to sit and listen but we know that you don't walk the walk\n  What's with all the fake aggression, I can see that it's not true\n  I know killers, I know gangsters, and they never heard of you\n\n  You ain't robbed nobody, shanked nobody, you ain't bust no gun\n  You ain't seen no ghetto action, who do you think you fooling, son?\n  You should pull your trousers up, you know it ain't your type of look\n  You're no playa, you're no pimp, I think that you should read a book\n  And seckle, find yourself a pretty girl and settle\n  You know that if it's on that you ain't drawing for no metal\n  I know them rap songs got you thinking you're some kind of G\n  Well if that's the case, then que sara and what will be will be\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Well it's big Bun B and I'm back again, talking that shit on the track again\n  Too many motherfuckers be lying about selling, buying and trafficking\n  I'm like really though what's happening, you boys talk about that crack again?\n  'Cause we don't believe you, need more people\n  Y'all might as well just pack it in\n\n  Show me the paper you're stacking in, show me the blocks you got on hold\n  Show me your workers, show me your shooters\n  Lemme see the neighborhood you control\n  Lemme see if you a boss, and if motherfuckers is scared of you\n  And if somebody trying to take your shit, let me see what you prepared to do\n\n  Are you ready to go to war? Are you ready to shoot to kill?\n  Are you really gon' man-up or bitch-up? Just tell the truth for real\n  Are you ready to take a life, walk up to 'em and squeeze the trigger?\n  I don't think so 'cause you ain't built like that, so just be easy, nigga\n  'Cause you know you ain't 'bout no drama\n  And you know that you really don't want it\n  So stay the fuck out of the way when them trill-ass niggas is on it\n  Dizzee Ras and UGK, you know we stay connected\n  Trill recognize the trill, so just respect it and check it\n  And tell me\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n\n  Where the Benz and where the hoes?\n  Candy niggas with candy clothes\n  Where the cocaine? Where the O's?\n  Where the SoundScan, where the shows?\n  You's a pimp, bitch, where the track?\n  Where the diamonds and where the Lac?\n  You say that you that you in hot pursuit\n  But I ain't never seen you with a prostitute\n\n  I got everything I say\n  Don't believe me, ask Lil' J\n  On the West ask Ice-T\n  Fuck good but my dick ain't free\n  So hood I used to whip the D\n  Patron and wood when I'm in the B\n  Sweet Jones, Tony Snow, Percy Mack, Pimp C\n\n  Bitch, I got a bunch of names\n  Getting head in the H.O.V. lane\n  Getting red, I let my nuts hang\n  Wear a lot of red but it ain't no gang\n  Chased by the feds but it ain't no thang\n  I guess they think I still sell cocaine\n  92 carats in my chain\n  Jumping out a red-candy thing\n\n  Never snitch, never tell, get caught up, go back to jail\n  Before I tell them hoes shit\n  Fuck the law, they can eat my dick\n  The main niggas that pop the trunk\n  Go to the pen and get with them punks\n  Then come home trying to act tough\n  When they was up there getting fucked in the butt\n\n  Where's the G's? Where's the stars?\n  Where's the whips? Where's the cars?\n  Where's that cribs? And where's the yards?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n  Where's the dough? Where's the cash?\n  Where's the hoes? Where's the gash?\n  Where's the blicks? And where's the mash?\n  'Cause all I see is hype\n\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I hear is dead hooks on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n  Too many moots on the TV\n  How many real crooks on the TV?\n  All I see is bare poop on the TV\n  Being real these days ain't easy\n"}]