(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 n***as shine to stay on the come up
n***as jealous from the ice on my neck
Don't be alarmed n***a cause I'm nice with the tec
Shorty lookin right in her dress
When I took her home, skipped talk, right into s**
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 k**ers and crooks
Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna n***a
What I got, cars for the winter and summer n***a
You don't know me keep my name out your motherf**in mouth
'fore I send some f**in k**ers to yo' house
And the game get real, so n***as pack steel
When some sh** pop off you better get it how you live
From the city, where we don't give a f** about snitches
We in the club V.I.P. finger f**in some b**hes
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]