B.G. - Where Da At? Lyrics
[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 ***** 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 tiredof bein sick and tired bein sick and muh'*****in tiredAll these *****-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 loveWHERE DEY AT? In the drop ridin twenty-deuce dubsWHERE DEY AT? In the street; WHERE DEY AT? With the beatWHERE DEY AT? With dey ***** still talkin 'bout meWHERE DEY AT? In the back; WHERE DEY AT? In the 'llacWHERE DEY AT? In the hood still gettin they ass jackedWHERE DEY AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ayWHERE 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'sHustle with the hustlers I'm "The Heart of the Streetz"Grind with the ballers, ball with the grindersKeep it real with my clique so my whole team shinersRide with the riders, swim with the sharksIf I get caught I got nuttin to say to the lawI'm built to last, ever since them niggaz killed my dadCrackin a pen and pad is all I hadIt's get it how you live with meBusters don't know how to deal with me; it's all real with meAll the street niggaz scared of meAll the hot girls love me they say "Boy put that drill in me"I come through, limo tint on the truckI got a whole block spooked when I ride slow, puttin it upGot straight, Seagram's gin in my cupI 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 loveWHERE DEY AT? In the drop ridin twenty-deuce dubsWHERE DEY AT? In the street; WHERE DEY AT? With the beatWHERE DEY AT? With dey ***** still talkin 'bout meWHERE DEY AT? In the back; WHERE DEY AT? In the 'llacWHERE DEY AT? In the hood still gettin they ass jackedWHERE DEY AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ayWHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey[B.G.]I'm in the club, post up, way in the backGot a bottle of gin and I snuck in with the macGot my fresh bows on, breeze on my feetHoes love when I'm thuggin in my fresh white teeI'm 'bout whatever; Gizzle is a GWe could do it however, it don't matter to meWe can do it right here, we can take it outsideI'm young, but believe, I been 'bout mineI just ride when it's time to rideI grind when it's time to grind; slangin hot when it's time to bustSlangin dick when it's time to *****I'm a Chopper City nigga, don't try your luckYou want beef? I ain't scared, nigga I'm everywhereYou don't be where you say you be, you're never thereYou actin like you 'bout it, ***** nigga you scaredI see your heart beatin, so busta break breadWhat'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 loveWHERE DEY AT? In the drop ridin twenty-deuce dubsWHERE DEY AT? In the street; WHERE DEY AT? With the beatWHERE DEY AT? With dey ***** still talkin 'bout meWHERE DEY AT? In the back; WHERE DEY AT? In the 'llacWHERE DEY AT? In the hood still gettin they ass jackedWHERE DEY AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ayWHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey[Homebwoi]Niggaz caught in the zone, they better watch it when I'm *****in my chromeCause at clubs, yeah I slip one in your dome, you better leave me aloneI ain't no *****, I don't talk shit on the phoneI got somethin that just might follow you home, now ain't I dead-ass wrongHow could you react, if your brains are blownI guess that fat ***** is singin her song; that ***** is singin her songYou busted wide, little boys ain't grownYour mouth is heavy but your back ain't strong, and once again it's onYou must be smokin on that Cheech & ChongThink you can handle with somethin this wrong; with somethin this wrongJust write it in blood, or carve it in stoneOtherwise you don't want no problems with homes; don't want no problems with homesYou can't get rid of me, not even penitentiaryA friend of me, you need to be, I'm hotter than humidityWithout a mask, jack a nigga for his cashHot led make a mother*****er heart beat fastWhat's your heart beatin for? (You SCARRRRRED)What's your heart beatin for, ha?
