Master P

Master P

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  • Master P There They Go Lyrics

           

    (feat. Drumma Boy)

    [Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
    Where them thugs at - there they go
    Where them thug girls at - there they go
    Where them ballers at - there they go
    If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up

    [Drumma Boy]
    I pull up at the club, drinkin and I'm gettin loose
    I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through
    I'm chillin with P and I'm actin the fool
    When your girl see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo
    I'm in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe
    My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
    Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the slums of
    where niggaz shine to stay on the come up
    Niggaz jealous from the ice on my neck
    Don't be alarmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec
    Shorty lookin right in her dress
    When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex
    Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man
    You think you're hot but I'll prove you're like an oven fan
    I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
    Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah

    [Chorus]

    [Master P]
    You can find us on the block with that rock boy
    I'm a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy
    Put my name on the ward, I'm a legend like Hook
    Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks
    Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna nigga
    What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
    You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
    'fore I send some fuckin killers to yo' house
    And the game get real, so niggaz pack steel
    When some shit pop off you better get it how you live
    From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches
    We in the club V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches
    So where them ballers at, shot callers at
    I'm like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat
    Before I leave baby girl, you could slip me the digits
    And later on you could play with the lizard, you heard me?

    [Chorus]

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