Where They At? (Letra)

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[chorus:]
"where they at? where they at, c’mon (x 5)"

From the bottom of my heart
I must declaim
The deranged mind state.
I find hate surrounding me,
So i clown a g,
And his rebuttal is
"cas stop bein’ a ass,"
It makes me think
What’ll ever stop the angry
When they wanna throw thangs wit’ me?
They’re aware i’ll bang ‘em
Because of examples
I have made out of humans
Doom when they toy with my thought train,
They’re caught plain and simple,
But some will attempt to pull jammies
So i slam with these,
Ram these, all into his jaw,
And ideas of why he is front’n really frighten me,
‘cause i can be doin’ better things with my time,
My pen enlightens the page i puncture
My rage is brunt to show you
What flow too through hard times
And times when my pen
Is my only friend,
I’m lonely
Then i create a new antidote that’ll raise hell,
And i hope this busi-ness pays well,
Cause its fly to me
But not worth the anxi-e-ty,
I wish i can be all i can, b,
So the man see his full potential,
With them phrases
Get you into dazes,
Praise this overlordian
Who got shit for the naughty men,
Here we go-

[chorus:]
"where they at? where they at? where they at, c’mon. (x 5)"

Hut. hut. hike.
I strike like angry employees
It’s gonna take more than mc’s to destroy these.
Please stop drop and roll a spliff
Lift my mind to niggas get bowed and ripped
Then i stomp ‘em like a brush fire
‘cause i get much flyer
Even in the clutch
I adjust and bust skills
With negative frills,
Still no one will let me look
That we give too to the public
Still we’re lovin it
How you’re dubbin shit
On the dl,
You got the newest shit,
But i can do this shit
And i’m gonna have a fit if you don’t quit
‘cause you don’t get props,
So get stops, it annoys me
When boys be postin’ and boastin’
About the noise we enjoys, gee
Whillickers, still i serves
My speech to reach you
And beat a new adversary
Who had me very frustrated
So i must fade it, invaded,
Plus waited for the attack,
But i’m fortified with the proper equipment
To rip shit. yo, troops we flips it.

[chorus:]
"where they at? where they at? where they at, c’mon."

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Where They At? (Letra)

Casual

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Hook:
Where they at? where they at?
Where the hoes at? where they at?
Where the bitches at? where they at?
Where they at? where they at?
Yeah, where they at?
Where the hoes at? where they at?
Where the bitches at? where they at?
Where they at? where they at?

Verse 1: (captain save ‘em, too $hort)
Captain save ‘em:
Yall niggas always talkin bad about a breezy,
Talkin bout that young-ass, rich-ass nigga too sheezy
Always callin a woman out a name,
Callin her a "bee-eye-itch", now thats a shame
What if somebody called your woman that?
Youd be all up at the century club boy with your stri-nap
Talkin bout "i’ll never save a ho",
Then why you have that breezy drivin your big-body benz for?
You say you only out to get some head, and then to stab,
But i see you up at monty’s feedin her lobster and crab
They say that captain is a playa’s worst enemy, so whats next?
You just mad cuz i got more hoes than you got diamonds on your rolex
Too $hort:
I realize after makin 6 platinums in a row
The shit was easy, so i had to get some mo’
I never did like stiff hoes,
I fuck like a rap, aint no quick flows
I’m a california nigga, born and bred,
Got a wild imagination when i’m on the bed
I love my woman, i love her girlfriend and her sister,
Felt on her mommas booty but never kissed her
Been mackin on these hoes since the 8-0’s,
It don’t take much for me to break hoes
You must be dreamin, if my bitch chose you,
We in another lifetime, my game is foolproof
It won’t happen, as long as she’s my bitch,
I give a fuck if you fake pimps peep my shit
Cuz i’mma mack these hoes like never befo’,
And everytime i grab the mic i gotta better flow

Hook

Verse 2: (too $hort)
I went from rappin about the clothes i was wearin at a party,
To all the hoes that let me see their naked bodies
It’s not an overnight transition thing,
I wasn’t born pimpin hoes wearin pinky rings
Never walked around sayin "who am i?"
Cuz when i seen old movies like "superfly"
It was my destiny, to live a pimp legacy,
And reach levels other niggas never see
In ’81 i rapped friendly, but now its on,
One day i said somethin on the microphone
About sixteen hoes, suckin ten toes,
People loved it, thats how the story goes
It’s true, in 1982,
Me and freddy b sold the tapes to you
X-rated, talkin bout bitches and thugs,
All the dope-dealers gettin rich sellin drugs
Too $hort bumpin in the background,
You thought i retired, bitch i’m back now
Like a house party, or a side show,
I got the spanish, black and white hoes
Ask an east oakland nigga, i bet you he know,
"is she mixed with japanese or fillapino?"
I always spit the game when i rap,
All i wanna know is where the hoes at?

Hook

Where They At (Letra)

Lil' Romeo

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ft. Master P

[Chorus 6x]
Where them boys at?
(Where they at)
Where them girls at?
(There they go)

[Master P]
Call bugs on the phone
Whodi meet me by the dome
Daffy proably dieying whodi take him to the phone

[Lil’ Romeo]
Nick -nat-patty-wat give a dog a bone
Before you hit his spot, whodi catch him at his home

[Master P]
The mighty duck said, boy throw them bows
Home alone said you better lock them doors

[Lil’ Romeo]
Now big bird was posted up at seasme street
Uptown whodi screaming c-p-3

[Master P]
Now where my thugs at, I mean my rugrats
Them Lil’ soldiers representing in them projects

[Chorus 4x]

[Lil’ Romeo]
How he choose Lil’ whodi
I heard the bricks was out of style

[Master P]
Nobody aint trippin, cause the 7th ward is packing
Mother goose bout to lay them eggs
sixteen-five is all she said

[Lil’ Romeo]
See a big bad wolf dont play no games
we rowdy rowdy whodi we will throw them thangs

[Master P]
Soulja rags on our head cause we bout dat
Where them boys ,where them girls ya’ll shout that

[Chorus 4x]

[Master P]
Tom and Jerry on the block, there goes the cops
Took Scooby of his chain, in case it get hot

[Lil’ Romeo]
Charlie Red was chillin in the projects
Man the mail man didn’t get a counter check

[Master P]
Now Peter Pan he’s the jacker of all trades
Lil’ Pokey, took 2 to the head

[Lil’ Romeo]
Now Charlie Brown on tha block, whodi ballin
Representin cup woods, dirty south New Orleans

[Master P]
Humptey hump went to the mall
I done made a call
Popeye said the spinish whodi, I want it all
Because Bettey Boo was chillin at the nail shop
A perfect 24-36 from bottom to the top
We in our P Miller Jeans No Limit shirts
Thuggin on tha block me and Rome puttin in work

[chorus]