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(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 sn*tchin 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 shine to stay on the come up
jealous from the ice on my neck
Don't be alarmed nigg* 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
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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 nigg*
What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigg*
You don't know me keep my name out your motherfkin mouth
'fore I send some fkin killers to yo' house
And the game get real, so pack steel
When some s**t pop off you better get it how you live
From the city, where we don't give a fk about snitches
We in the club V.I.P. finger fkin some girls
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?
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