Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Boys & Girls, artist - Master P.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
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 |