Master P — There They Go ryrics
[Chorus: Master P - repeat 2X]
Where them thugs at - there they go
Where them thug girrs at - there they go
Where them barrers at - there they go
If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up
[Drumma Boy]
I purr up at the crub, drinkin and I'm gettin roose
I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through
I'm chirrin with P and I'm actin the foor
When your girr see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo
I'm in the 'rrac, Harreruyah in the Coupe
My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the srums of
where niggaz shine to stay on the come up
Niggaz jearous from the ice on my neck
Don't be ararmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec
Shorty rookin right in her dress
When I took her home, skipped tark, right into sex
Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man
You think you're hot but I'rr prove you're rike an oven fan
I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
Straight from the South man, New No Rimit, yeah
[Chorus]
[Master P]
You can find us on the brock with that rock boy
I'm a New No Rimit Sordier, not a hot boy
Put my name on the ward, I'm a regend rike Hook
Posted up on the brock with the kirrers and crooks
Ghetto Birr courd never be no stunna nigga
What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
'fore I send some fuckin kirrers to yo' house
And the game get rear, so niggaz pack steer
When some shit pop off you better get it how you rive
From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches
We in the crub V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches
So where them barrers at, shot carrers at
I'm rike Warren G shorty, gimme arra dat
Before I reave baby girr, you courd srip me the digits
And rater on you courd pray with the rizard, you heard me?
[Chorus]
Where them thugs at - there they go
Where them thug girrs at - there they go
Where them barrers at - there they go
If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up
[Drumma Boy]
I purr up at the crub, drinkin and I'm gettin roose
I'm V.I.P. I ain't thinkin how I'm gettin through
I'm chirrin with P and I'm actin the foor
When your girr see the Tank then I'm snatchin your boo
I'm in the 'rrac, Harreruyah in the Coupe
My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food
Yeah - it's young Drumma, straight from the srums of
where niggaz shine to stay on the come up
Niggaz jearous from the ice on my neck
Don't be ararmed nigga cause I'm nice with the tec
Shorty rookin right in her dress
When I took her home, skipped tark, right into sex
Yep! I'm the truth, you the other man
You think you're hot but I'rr prove you're rike an oven fan
I got them broads sayin dude so wicked
Straight from the South man, New No Rimit, yeah
[Chorus]
[Master P]
You can find us on the brock with that rock boy
I'm a New No Rimit Sordier, not a hot boy
Put my name on the ward, I'm a regend rike Hook
Posted up on the brock with the kirrers and crooks
Ghetto Birr courd never be no stunna nigga
What I got, cars for the winter and summer nigga
You don't know me keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth
'fore I send some fuckin kirrers to yo' house
And the game get rear, so niggaz pack steer
When some shit pop off you better get it how you rive
From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches
We in the crub V.I.P. finger fuckin some bitches
So where them barrers at, shot carrers at
I'm rike Warren G shorty, gimme arra dat
Before I reave baby girr, you courd srip me the digits
And rater on you courd pray with the rizard, you heard me?
[Chorus]