Текст, перевод и аккорды “Where Da At”
- [B.G.(aka B. Gizzle)] What's your heart beatin for, ha? (You SCARRRRRED) What's your heart beatin for, ha? [Intro] + (B.G.) Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhh! (Uhh, deez niggaz scarred) What's up ladies and gentlemen? (Deez bitch niggaz scared) Boys and girls (It's lil B. Gizzle, Homebwoi) ColliPark music (ColliPark, Chopper City) And I'm so sick and tired of bein sick and tired of bein sick and tired bein sick and muh'fuckin tired All these pussy-ass niggaz (I see they heart beatin - I see it) (I know what's happenin with 'em) (We gon' do it like this-sheah - c'mon) What's your heart beatin for, ha? (You SCARRRRRED) What's your heart beatin for, ha? [Chorus] WHERE DEY AT? In the club; WHERE DEY AT? Showin love WHERE DEY AT? In the drop ridin twenty-deuce dubs WHERE DEY AT? In the street; WHERE DEY AT? With the beat WHERE DEY AT? With dey bitch still talkin 'bout me WHERE DEY AT? In the back; WHERE DEY AT? In the 'llac WHERE DEY AT? In the hood still gettin they ass jacked WHERE DEY AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [B.G.] Man I'm rollin with the gangsters, kick it with the G's Hustle with the hustlers I'm "The Heart of the Streetz" Grind with the ballers, ball with the grinders Keep it real with my clique so my whole team shiners Ride with the riders, swim with the sharks If I get caught I got nuttin to say to the law I'm built to last, ever since them niggaz killed my dad Crackin a pen and pad is all I had It's get it how you live with me Busters don't know how to deal with me; it's all real with me All the street niggaz scared of me All the hot girls love me they say "Boy put that drill in me" I come through, limo tint on the truck I got a whole block spooked when I ride slow, puttin it up Got straight, Seagram's gin in my cup I ain't gon' do ya nuttin scary-ass nigga, what'cha heart beatin for? What's your heart beatin for? (You SCARRRRRED) What's your heart beatin for, ha? [Chorus] WHERE DEY AT? In the club; WHERE DEY AT? Showin love WHERE DEY AT? In the drop ridin twenty-deuce dubs WHERE DEY AT? In the street; WHERE DEY AT? With the beat WHERE DEY AT? With dey bitch still talkin 'bout me WHERE DEY AT? In the back; WHERE DEY AT? In the 'llac WHERE DEY AT? In the hood still gettin they ass jacked WHERE DEY AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [B.G.] I'm in the club, post up, way in the back Got a bottle of gin and I snuck in with the mac Got my fresh bows on, breeze on my feet Hoes love when I'm thuggin in my fresh white tee I'm 'bout whatever; Gizzle is a G We could do it however, it don't matter to me We can do it right here, we can take it outside I'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mine I just ride when it's time to ride I grind when it's time to grind; slangin hot when it's time to bust Slangin dick when it's time to fuck I'm a Chopper City nigga, don't try your luck You want beef? I ain't scared, nigga I'm everywhere You don't be where you say you be, you're never there You actin like you 'bout it, bitch nigga you scared I see your heart beatin, so busta break bread What's your heart beatin for? (You SCARRRRRED) What's your heart beatin for, ha? [Chorus] WHERE DEY AT? In the club; WHERE DEY AT? Showin love WHERE DEY AT? In the drop ridin twenty-deuce dubs WHERE DEY AT? In the street; WHERE DEY AT? With the beat WHERE DEY AT? With dey bitch still talkin 'bout me WHERE DEY AT? In the back; WHERE DEY AT? In the 'llac WHERE DEY AT? In the hood still gettin they ass jacked WHERE DEY AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [Homebwoi] Niggaz caught in the zone, they better watch it when I'm cockin my chrome Cause at clubs, yeah I slip one in your dome, you better leave me alone I ain't no bitch, I don't talk shit on the phone I got somethin that just might follow you home, now ain't I dead-ass wrong How could you react, if your brains are blown I guess that fat bitch is singin her song; that bitch is singin her song You busted wide, little boys ain't grown Your mouth is heavy but your back ain't strong, and once again it's on You must be smokin on that Cheech & Chong Think you can handle with somethin this wrong; with somethin this wrong Just write it in blood, or carve it in stone Otherwise you don't want no problems with homes; don't want no problems with homes You can't get rid of me, not even penitentiary A friend of me, you need to be, I'm hotter than humidity Without a mask, jack a nigga for his cash Hot led make a motherfucker heart beat fast
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