Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Boys & Girls , by - Master P. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hot Boys & Girls , by - Master P. Hot Boys & Girls |
| Uhhhhhh, ha ha |
| Where the real niggas at |
| Right chea, right chea |
| Over there, over there, over there, over there |
| Where the real bitches at |
| Right chea, right chea |
| Over there, over there, over there, over there |
| Where the real niggas at |
| Right chea, right chea |
| Over there, over there, over there, over there |
| Where the real bitches at |
| Right chea, right chea |
| Over there, over there, over there, over there |
| Where the real niggas at |
| Right chea, right chea |
| Over there, over there, over there, over there |
| Nigga, 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 damn man to see the Sandman at the Apollo |
| I ain’t that 298 dollar 60 cent check from McDonald’s |
| Bitch I’m the line through the «t» and the dot on the «i» |
| I’m the motherfuckin' crocodile tears when you cry |
| I’m the lightning in bad weather! |
| I’m that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser |
| I ain’t no ho, I ain’t no punk, I ain’t no bitch, I ain’t no fag |
| 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 |
| Bitch, I killed Kenny, SO I GUESS I’m THAT BASTARD! |
| 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 |
| I’m the bitch 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 nigga that cocks 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 brass 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 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 niggas at |
| Where they at, where they at |
| Right chea, right chea |
| Over there, over there |
| Where the real bitches at |
| Right chea, right chea |
| Over there, over there |
| Where they at, where they at |
| 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 nigga with the gun, that be askin' where the dollars at |
| I’m the nigga with the six hundred everybody’s tryin to holler at |
| I be the bookie that you pay niggas to keep off your ass |
| I be the reason why you didn’t pass, the reason why you cut class |
| I be the reason why they buried ya, and carried ya |
| I be the nigga that put the wood in your fiance |
| The reason why she didn’t marry ya |
| I be the nigga they try to keep from around, hanging around your sister |
| I be the nigga 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 bitch can’t mix, flip shit, loose lips sink ships |
| Plus I gotta pair of cement shoes, I can make fit, your a fake bitch |
| Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger |
| Keep a tight grip, infrared on my shit 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) |
| 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 shit that bubble up when you cook that crack |
| The nigga that fucked up the party when I pull my strap |
| The nigga that fucked all the hoes y’all be trying to mack |
| I was scarface, sniffing with his nose in coke |
| The nigga that taught your little brother |
| How to cook that dope (Kane & Abel) |
| The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat |
| I’m the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the coat |
| Where the real niggas at |
| Where they at, where they at |
| Where the real bitches 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 |
| I’m the bars on your cell, I’m the fire down in hell |
| I’m the ice cream bells, I’m the gas you pump at shell |
| Nigga, 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 |
| Nigga, I’m the M in fuckin 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 motherfucking home |
| I’m the K in killer, I’m the D in drug dealer |
| I’m the G in gangsta nigga, I’m the realest nigga |
| 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 nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh) |
| I’m the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps |
| I’m the nigga with these rhymes, I’m the last don |
| And I’m a end this motherfucker cause it ain’t no more time |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Master P
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Mia x
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Silkk The Shocker