Hot Boys & Girls Lyrics - Master P

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 

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Nigga, I'm the buzz in your weed and the bubbles in your beer 

M Y S T I-kal it's 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 you see standin' 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 dollar a pop every stop when I'm tourin' 

I'm that fire, on that last verse of Make 'em say uhh 

I ain't that same ol' same ordinary, everyday rapper 

Bitch, I killed Kenny, so I guess I'm that bastard 

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Where the hot boys at 

Right chea, right chea 

Over there, over there, over there 

Where the hot girls at 

Right chea, right chea 

Over there, over there, over there 

Where the hot boys at 

Right chea, right chea 

Over there, over there, over there 

Where the hot girls at 

Right chea, right chea 

Over there, over there, over there, over there 

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 who's the calm in that water 

I'm the migrane in your head bumping harder and harder 

I'm the floss hard hoe 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 fifty brass knuckles that's goin' hit your chin 

All the snitchers sitting down with the feds to yap 

I'm the loud hard, 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 

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 reacts where the dollar 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 fiancée 

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, I'm 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, 'coz I'm the little brother of the last don 

can't mix, flip shit, loose licks ain't 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 I'm that razor that cuts the dope, it ain't nothin but a 504 

Member the one they call Vito, yeah, that's me 

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 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 

The first nigga on the block that make your momma deep throat 

I'm the hustlin' ass nigga with the watches and the cold 

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 they at 

Where the hot boys at 

Where the hot girls at 

I'm the balls 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 

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 

I'm the clothes that you wear when you wanna jump shob 

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 

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 'coz it ain't no more time