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hot boys and girls - master p lyrics

[master p]
uhhhhhh, ha ha
where the real n-ggas 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-ggas 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-ggas at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there

[mystikal]
n-gga, i’m the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer
m-y-s-t-i-kal its 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 to see the sandman 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-gga 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 a pop every stop when i’m tourin’
i’m that “fire!” on that last verse of “make ’em say uhhh!”
i ain’t that same ol’ same, ordinary, everyday rapper
b-tch, i k!lled kenny, so i guess i’m that b-st-rd!

[master p]
where the hot boys at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there
where the hot girls at
right chea, right chea
over there, over there, over there, over there x2

[mia x]
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 so you c-calm in that water
i’m the migrane in your head thumpin’ harder and harder
i’m the floss hard ho n-gga 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 fist in br-ss knuckles that’s goin hit your chin
all the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap
i’m the loud hard chhh on the rat trap
i’m the drama in your heart when your people get k!lled
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

[master p]
where the real n-ggas 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

[silkk the shocker]
ahhhhhhh!
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-gga with the gun, that be askin’ where the dollars at
i’m the n-gga with the six hundred everybody’s tryin to holler at
i be the bookie that you pay n-ggas 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-gga that put the wood in your fiance
the reason why she didn’t marry ya
i be the n-gga they try to keep from around, hanging around your sister
i be the n-gga they call silkk the shocker, you might call me mister!
now i got a mob ties, i’m a ghetto wise guy
military minding, on the front lines, always pull off the drive bys
case over like the last song, like all the cash gone
heir to the throne, cause i’m the little brother of the last don
little b-tch can’t mix, flip sh-t, loose lips sink ships
plus i gotta pair of cement shoes, i can make fit, your a fake b-tch
keep my ice wrist, keep her tight b-tch, between the trigger
keep a tight grip, infrared on my sh-t so i don’t miss
now i’m that razor that cuts the dope, the newest member of the 504
member the one they call vito, yeah that’s me (you know)

[master p]
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

[kane & abel]
i’m the enemy behind, so watch your back
when the live brown hit the chamber, i’m the cl!ck 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-gga that f-cked up the party when i pull my strap
the n-gga that f-cked all the hoes y’all be trying to mack
i was scarface, sniffing with his nose in c0ke
the n-gga that taught your little brother
how to cook that dope (kane & abel)
the first n-gga on the block that make your momma deep throat
i’m the hustlin’ -ss n-gga with the watches and the coat

[master p]
where the real n-ggas 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 the hot boys at
where the hot girls at

[master p]
i’m the bars 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-gga, i’m the wheels on the tank, ha ha
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-gga, i’m the m in f-ckin mob (mob)
i’m the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shot
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 k!ller, i’m the d in drug dealer
i’m the g in gangsta n-gga, i’m the realest n-gga
that you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street
i’m the gold on your t–th, i’m the nike’s on your feet
i’m the n-gga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh)
i’m the n-gga that ran through your f-cking hood and bust caps
i’m the n-gga with these rhymes, i’m the last don
and i’m a end this motherf-cker cause it ain’t no more time

- master p lyrics

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