Where Ya From - Plan B



Letra de Where Ya From, canción donde Plan B interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Who Needs Actions When You Got Words. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de Plan B no te pierdas este single llamado Where Ya From, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Where Ya From - Plan B

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Plan B canta la cancion Where Ya From dentro de su album Who Needs Actions When You Got Words, os dejamos con la letra de Where Ya From para que la podais disfrutar. En el menu teneis mas letras del album Who Needs Actions When You Got Words y de Plan B.

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(Where you from?) I'm from a place were
the streets are filled with snakes that
smile in your face as they plot to do
wrong. (Where you from?) I'm from a town
where the mans will take you down if
they see you making pounds and flashing
it around like you the don ('Cause where
I'm from?) They don't give a fu*kif you
got talent, only got love for your bank
balance like, "Give me the wong!"
(That's where I'm from) Don't ever get
it twisted. Yeah I'm really, really from
the ends now what the fu*kyou want? I'm
walking down the street, past the
coppers on the beat Past the shotters
blotting weed Clear for everyone to see,
but no-one gives a D, 'Cause this is
everyday life. Fuck the police It's a
ghetto state of mind, 'Cept where I'm
living I can't see no ghetto, this ain't
America, it's England, where we live
ain't nothing special. You can take
anywhere and call it a ghetto, Same way
you make cyanide, same way you make
amaretto. Hip-hop's in the street, now
were all busting *ecko; 50 Cent's on
MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
Objects, Now the object is to kill. How
can you value life when you're so close
to death? Stainless steel, How's it make
you feel, Blud, holding that buckey?
Knowledge is power, guns just make you
feel lucky. It's fuckry the way these
yout' man like to go on, busting shots
in the crowd when there's a show on,
they're just putting a show on. Real
gangsters stay underground like
non-fiction, they don't fire blanks at
Yanks like when Nas played at Brixton.
Thrill seeking dickheads just doing it
for kicks and Hear a next man speak
their name from his lips and Give a guy
props for licking shots from a gun like
if they fired one at him the fucking
prick wouldn't run. It's like they're
Praising these yout's for acting so dumb
and it's no excuse, Most of us are
fatherless sons. (Where you from?) I'm
from a place were the streets are filled
with snakes that smile in your face as
they plot to do wrong. (Where you from?)
I'm from a town where the mans will take
you down if they see you making pounds
and flashing it around like you the don
('Cause where I'm from?) They don't give
a fu*kif you got talent, only got love
for your bank balance like, "Give me the
wong!" (That's where I'm from) Don't
ever get it twisted. Yeah I'm really,
really from the ends now what the
fu*kyou want? Yo, where you from? Are
you really from the ends? Well that
depends on what the fu*kyou mean by
ends, if you south of the Thames, then
nah, I ain't from them ends. I'm from
these ends, they call it the Eastend, my
friend, And round here you gotta watch
your back 'cause everyone's bent, Bare
man who think they're rough just 'cause
they're shotting the peng, Hating on
Plan B 'cause they don't know me as Ben.
Yout's as young as ten walking round
thinking they're men. They're under the
influence, and I ain't even talking
'bout drugs, I'm talking bout why the
fu*kthey're walking like thugs. They're
in love with the idea of being a
gangster, romantic idealisms producing
hot jism like a wanker. What ever
happened to good old fashioned street
fighting like Blanka? Queensbury Rules,
mate, that's how I vent anger, Vent my
anger, Knock out your teeth if you bring
me beef, Leave you looking like a chief.
Where you from blud, where you from?
What's your name? (Where you from?) Plan
B? Yeah I've heard of you, still. Yeah
yeah, you're fucked up, you're fucked
up. ('Cause where I'm from?) Yeah, yeah,
that's cool though. (Thats' where I'm
from) Give me your phone, anyway. Give
me your phone, I don't give a shit, Give
me your phone, blud. Don't make me jibb
you up. You see this blade and I'll cut
your throat Letra Where Ya From Lyrics
Insertada: Anonimo

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