Master P, Kane & Abel, Silkk the Shocker, Mia X, Mystikal - Hot Boys and Girls lyrics
[Master P, Kane & Abel, Silkk the Shocker, Mia X, Mystikal - Hot Boys and Girls lyrics]
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-Ikal 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
Ahhh! 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
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-Ikal 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
Ahhh! 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