(feat. Drumma Boy)
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[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
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Where them thugs at - there they go
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Where them thug girls at - there they go
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Where them ballers at - there they go
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If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up
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[Drumma Boy]
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I pull up at the club, drinkin and I'm gettin loose
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I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through
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I'm chillin with P and I'm actin the fool
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When your girl see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo
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I'm in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe
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My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
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Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the slums of
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where niggaz shine to stay on the come up
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Niggaz jealous from the ice on my neck
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Don't be alarmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec
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Shorty lookin right in her dress
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When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex
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Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man
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You think you're hot but I'll prove you're like an oven fan
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I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
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Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah
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[Chorus]
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[Master P]
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You can find us on the block with that rock boy
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I'm a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy
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Put my name on the ward, I'm a legend like Hook
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Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks
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Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna nigga
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What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
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You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
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'fore I send some fuckin killers to yo' house
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And the game get real, so niggaz pack steel
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When some shit pop off you better get it how you live
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From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches
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We in the club V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches
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So where them ballers at, shot callers at
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I'm like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat
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Before I leave baby girl, you could slip me the digits
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And later on you could play with the lizard, you heard me?
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[Chorus]
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There They Go
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| Master P |
