Master P - Hot Boys & Girls Lyrics
[master p]Uhhhhhh, ha haWhere the real niggas atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there, over there, over thereWhere the real *****es atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there, over there, over thereWhere the real niggas atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there, over there, over thereWhere the real *****es atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there, over there, over thereWhere the real niggas atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there, over there, over there[mystikal]Nigga, Im the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beerM-y-s-t-i-kal its the man right cheaI aint the 90 through the 94 buffallo billsI aint dennis rodmans hair and I aint holyfields earI aint that damn man you see standin at the appolloI aint that 298 dollar 60 cent check from mcdonalds***** Im the line through the t and the dot on the iIm the mother*****in crocodile tears when you cryIm the lightning in bad weather!Im that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresserI aint no ho, I aint no punk, I aint no *****, I aint no fagI aint no sucker, I aint no trick, I aint no snitch, I aint no ratIm that $20,000 a pop every stop when Im tourinIm that fire! on that last verse of make em say uhhh!I aint that same ol same, ordinary, everyday rapper*****, I killed kenny, so I guess Im that bastard![master p]Where the hot boys atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there, over there, over thereWhere the hot girls atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there, over there, over there x2[mia x]Im the ***** that say bring it on if you want toFrom the city where we known, baby for what we goin doIm the lady alligator whos the calm in that waterIm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harderIm the floss hard hoe nigga that *****s the squatDead smack on your face like that infrared dotIm the index finger on the trigger, dont moveWoops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin make the newsIf I catch you in the club and you start to trippinIm the fifty brass knuckles thats goin hit your chinAll the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yapIm the loud hard chhh on the rat trapIm the drama in your heart when your people get killedIm the feeling in your stomach when you get your last mealIm the hardcore undisputed hip-hop divaIm the lady on report card day Im mama mia[master p]Where the real niggas atWhere they at, where they atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over thereWhere the real *****es atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over thereWhere they at, where they at[silkk the shocker]Ahhhhhhh!Im the past that always seems to come back and haunt yaIm the four five carrier, mister grenade launcherIm the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar atIm the nigga with the six hundred everybodys tryin to holler atI be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your assI be the reason why you didnt pass, the reason why you cut classI be the reason why they buried ya, and carried yaI be the nigga that put the wood in your fianceThe reason why she didnt marry yaI be the nigga that trying to keep round, and hang around your sisterI be the nigga they call silkk the shocker, you might call me mister!Now I got a drop top, Im a ghetto wise guyMilitary minding, front lining, all up for a drive byCase over like the last don, like all the cash goneAnswer wrong, cause Im the little brother of the last don? ? ? ? cant mix, flip shit, loose licks aint shiftPlus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake *****Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight *****, between the triggerKeep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I dont missNow Im that razor that cuts the dope, it aint nothin but a 504Member the one they call vito, yeah thats me (you know)[master p]Where the hot boys atWhere they at, where they atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over thereWhere the hot girls atWhere they at, where they atRight chea, right cheaOver there, over there[kane & abel]Im the enemy behind, so watch your backWhen the live brown hit the chamber, Im the click clackWhen you run, Im the danger, Im the smack and the pimp slapIm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crackThe nigga that *****ed up the party when I pull my strapThe nigga that *****ed all the hoes Ill be trying to mackI was scarface, sniffing with his nose in cokeThe nigga that taught your little brotherHow to cook that dope (kane & abel)The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throatIm the hustlin ass nigga with the watches and the cold[master p]Where the real niggas atWhere they at, where they atWhere the real *****es atWhere they at, where they atWhere the hot boys atWhere they at, where they atWhere the hot girls atWhere they at, where they atWhere they at, where they at, where they at, where they atWhere the hot boys atWhere the hot girls at[master p]Im the balls on your cell, Im the fire down in hellIm the ice cream bells, Im the gas you pump at shellNigga, Im the wheels on the tank, ha haIm the million dollars that you want from the bankIm a diamond on a ring, Im your brains when you thinkIm your bartender when you drink, Im oj without the shankNigga, Im the m in *****in mob (mob)Im the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shobIm the super in dome, Im the c in chromeIm the hurricane that knock down your mother*****ing homeIm the k in killer, Im the d in drug dealerIm the g in gangsta nigga, Im the realest niggaThat you ever wanna meet when you walking on the streetIm the gold on your teeth, Im the nikes on your feetIm the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)Im the nigga that ran through your *****ing hood and bust capsIm the nigga with these rhymes, Im the last donAnd Im a end this mother*****er cause it aint no more time
