Hot Boys & Girls

Uh, ha, ha

Where the real **** at? Right chea, right chea

Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real **** at? Right chea, right chea

Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real **** at? Right chea, right chea

Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real **** at? Right chea, right chea

Over there, over there, over there, over there

Where the real **** at? Right chea, right chea

Over there, over there, over there, over there, ha

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

The M-Y-S-T-I-kal is the man right chea

I ain't the '90 through the '94 Buffalo 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 two-hundred-ninety-eight dollar, sixty cent check from McDonald's

Bitch, I'm the line through the T and the dot on the I

I'm the mothafuckin' crocodile tears when you cry

I'm the lightning in bad weather

I'm that **** on 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 the twenty-thousand a pop every stop when I'm tourin'

I'm the fire on that last verse of "Make 'Em Say Uhh!"

I ain't the same old, 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

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 gon' do

I'm the lady alligator so you can come in that water

I'm the migraine in your head thumpin' harder and harder

I'm that floss hard ho, ****, that cock the squat

Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot

I'm the index finger on the trigger, don't move

Whoops, saw you blink your eyes, now you gon' make the news

If I catch you in the club, then you start to trippin'

I'm the fist in brass knuckles that's gon' hit your chin

All you snitchers sittin' down with the feds to yap

I'm that loud hard on the rap trap

I'm the drama in your heart when your people get killed

I'm the feelin' 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 **** at? Where they at, where at?

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 seem to come back and haunt ya

I'm the four-five carrier, mister grenade launcher

I'm the **** with the gun that be askin' where the dollars at

I'm the young **** in the six hundred, everybody tryna holler at

I be the bookie that you pay, ****, 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 you, they carried you

I be the **** that put the wood in your fiancée, the reason why she didn't marry you

I be the **** she tryna keep around, hangin' 'round your sister

I be the **** they call Silkk the Shocker, you might just call me mister

Now, I got mob ties, I'm a ghetto wise guy

Military mind is in the front line, always pull off 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 thick bitch and cake mix, flip shit, loose lips sink ships

Plus, I got a pair of cement shoes that I make fit, you a fake bitch

Keep a iced wrist, keep a 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

Man, you 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 a live round hit the chamber, I'm that click-clack

When you run, I'm the danger, I'm the smack in the pimp slap

I'm the shit that bubble up when you cook that crack

The **** that fucked up the party when I pull my strap

The **** that fucked all the hoes y'all be tryna mack

I'm a Scarface, sniffin' with his nose in coke

The **** that taught your little brother how to cook that dope

The first **** on the block that make your mama deep throat

I'm the hustlin'-ass **** with the watches and the coat

Where the real **** at? Where they, where they at?

Where the real **** 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, where they, where they, where they at?

Where the hot boys? 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

****, 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 with your drinks, I'm O.J. without his shank, ****

I'm the M in fuckin' 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 mothafuckin' home

I'm the K in dealer, I'm the D in drug dealer

I'm the G in gangsta, ****, I'm the realest ****

That you ever wanna meet when you walkin' on the street

I'm the gold on your teeth, I'm the Nike's on your feet

I'm the **** that moan when he rap

I'm the **** ran through your fuckin' hood and bust caps

I'm the **** with these rhymes, I'm the last don

And I'ma end this mothafucker 'cause it ain't no more time