Letra Hot Boys & Girls de Master P original
master p> 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 mystikal> Nigga, Im the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer M-y-s-t-i-kal it's the man right chea I aint the 90 through the 94 buffallo bills I aint dennis rodmans hair and I aint holyfields ear I aint that damn man you see standin at the appollo I aint that 298 dollar 60 cent check from mcdonalds Bitch Im the line through the t and the dot on the i Im the motherfuckin crocodile tears when you cry Im the lightning in bad weather! Im that nigga in that picture on your girlfriend dresser I aint no ho, I aint no punk, I aint no bitch, I aint no fag I aint no sucker, I aint no trick, I aint no snitch, I aint no rat Im that $20,000 a pop every stop when Im tourin Im that fire! on that last verse of make em say uhhh! I aint that same ol same, ordinary, everyday rapper Bitch, I killed kenny, so I guess Im that bastard! 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> Im the bitch that say bring it on if you want to From the city where we known, baby for what we goin do Im the lady alligator whos the calm in that water Im the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder Im the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot Im 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 Im the fifty brass knuckles that's goin hit your chin All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap Im the loud hard chhh on the rat trap Im the drama in your heart when your people get killed Im the feeling in your stomach when you get your last meal Im the hardcore undisputed hip-hop diva Im the lady on report card day Im mama mia master p> 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 silkk the shocker> Ahhhhhhh! Im the past that always seems to come back and haunt ya Im the four five carrier, mister grenade launcher Im the nigga with the gun, that reacts where the dollar at Im the nigga with the six hundred everybodys 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 that trying to keep round, and hang around your sister I be the nigga they call silkk the shocker, you might call me mister! Now I got a drop top, Im 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, cause Im the little brother of the last don ? ? ? ? can't mix, flip shit, loose licks aint shift Plus I gotta pair of seamans shoes, can I make fit, your a fake bitch Keep my ice wrist, keep her tight bitch, between the trigger Keep a tight grip, infared on my shit so I don't miss Now Im that razor that cuts the dope, it aint nothin but a 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> Im the enemy behind, so watch your back When the live brown hit the chamber, Im the click clack When you run, Im the danger, Im the smack and the pimp slap Im 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 I'll 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 Im the hustlin ass nigga with the watches and the cold master p> 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 master p> Im the balls on your cell, Im the fire down in hell Im the ice cream bells, Im the gas you pump at shell Nigga, Im the wheels on the tank, ha ha Im the million dollars that you want from the bank Im a diamond on a ring, Im your brains when you think Im your bartender when you drink, Im oj without the shank Nigga, Im the m in fuckin mob (mob) Im the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob Im the super in dome, Im the c in chrome Im the hurricane that knock down your motherfucking home Im the k in killer, Im the d in drug dealer Im the g in gangsta nigga, Im the realest nigga That you ever wanna meet when you walking on the street Im the gold on your teeth, Im the nikes on your feet Im the nigga that moan when he rap (uhhhhhhhhh) Im the nigga that ran through your fucking hood and bust caps Im the nigga with these rhymes, Im the last don And Im a end this motherfucker cause it aint no more time