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master p - hot boys & girls lyrics

where the real n-gg-s at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there

where the real b-tches at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there

where the real n-gg-s at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there

where the real b-tches at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there

where the real n-gg-s at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there

n-gg-, i?m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
m y s t i-kal it?s the man right chea
i ain?t the ?90 through the ?94 buffallo bills
i ain?t dennis rodman?s hair and i ain?t holyfield?s ear
i ain?t that d-mn man you see standin? at the apollo
i ain?t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from mcdonald?s
b-tch i?m the line through the t and the dot on the i
i?m the motherf-ckin? crocodile tears when you cry

i?m the lightning in bad weather
i?m that n-gg- in that picture on your girlfriend dresser
i ain?t no ho, i ain?t no punk, i ain?t no b-tch, i ain?t no f-g
i ain?t no sucker, i ain?t no trick, i ain?t no snitch, i ain?t no rat
i?m that 20,000 dollar a pop every stop when i?m tourin?
i?m that fire, on that last verse of make ?em say uhh
i ain?t that same ol? same ordinary, everyday rapper
b-tch, i killed kenny, so i guess i?m that b-st-rd

where the hot boys at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there
where the hot girls at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there

where the hot boys at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there
where the hot girls at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there

i?m the b-tch that say bring it on if you want to
from the city where we known, baby, for what we goin’ do
i?m the lady alligator who?s the calm in that water
i?m the migrane in your head b-mping harder and harder
i?m the floss hard hoe n-gg- that c-cks the squat
dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
i?m the index finger on the trigger, don?t move
woops, saw you blink your eyes now you goin’ make the news

if i catch you in the club and you start to trippin’
i?m the fifty br-ss knuckles that?s goin’ hit your chin
all the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
i?m the loud hard, on the rat trap
i?m the drama in your heart when your people get killed
i?m the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal
i?m the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva
i?m the lady on report card day, i?m mama mia

where the real n-gg-s at
where they at, where they at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there

where the real b-tches at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there
where they at, where they at

i?m the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya
i?m the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher
i?m the n-gg- with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at
i?m the n-gg- with the six hundred everybody?s tryin’ to holler at
i be the bookie that you pay n-gg-s to keep off your -ss

i be the reason why you didn?t p-ss, the reason why you cut cl-ss
i be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya
i be the n-gg- that put the wood in your fiancée
the reason why she didn?t marry ya
i be the n-gg- that trying to keep ’round, and hang around your sister
i be the n-gg- they call silkk ‘the shocker’, you might call me mister

now i got a drop top, i?m a ghetto wise guy
military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
answer wrong, ‘coz i?m the little brother of the last don
[incomprehensible] can?t mix, flip sh-t, loose licks ain?t shift
plus i gotta pair of seamans shoes, can i make fit, your a fake b-tch
keep my ice wrist, keep her tight b-tch, between the trigger
keep a tight grip, infared on my sh-t so i don?t miss
now i?m that razor that cuts the dope, it ain?t nothin but a 504
member the one they call vito, yeah, that?s me
(you know)

where the hot boys at
where they at, where they at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there

where the hot girls at
where they at, where they at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there

i?m the enemy behind, so watch your back
when the live brown hit the chamber, i?m the click clack
when you run, i?m the danger, i?m the smack and the pimp slap
i?m the sh-t that bubble up when you cook that crack
the n-gg- that f-cked up the party when i pull my strap
the n-gg- that f-cked all the hoes i?ll be trying to mack
i was scarface, sniffing with his nose in c-ke
the n-gg- that taught your little brother how to cook that dope
the first n-gg- on the block that make your momma deep throat
i?m the hustlin’ -ss n-gg- with the watches and the cold

where the real n-gg-s at
where they at, where they at
where the real b-tches at
where they at, where they at

where the hot boys at
where they at, where they at
where the hot girls at
where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at, where they at
where they at, where they at

where the hot boys at
where the hot girls at

i?m the b-lls on your cell, i?m the fire down in h-ll
i?m the ice cream bells, i?m the gas you pump at sh-ll
n-gg-, i?m the wheels on the tank
i?m the million dollars that you want from the bank
i?m a diamond on a ring, i?m your brains when you think
i?m your bartender when you drink, i?m oj without the shank
n-gg-, i?m the m in f-ckin’ mob
(mob)
i?m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob
i?m the super in dome, i?m the c in chrome

i?m the hurricane that knock down your motherf-cking home
i?m the k in killer, i?m the d in drug dealer
i?m the g in gangsta n-gg-, i?m the realest n-gg-
that you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
i?m the gold on your teeth, i?m the nike?s on your feet
i?m the n-gg- that moan when he rap
i?m the n-gg- that ran through your f-cking hood and bust caps
i?m the n-gg- with these rhymes, i?m the last don
and i?m a end this motherf-cker ‘coz it ain?t no more time

- master p lyrics

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