400 Degreez lyrics
Song information
Artist: Juvenile Album: The Greatest Hits
Lyrics
(Robotic voice) : 400 degreez
Verse 1: Ya see me, I eat, sleep, shit, and talk rap Ya seen that '98 mercedes on tv? -i bought that I had some felony charges I fought that Been sent to no return but still was brought back Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that I punished them lil bitches before they could call "jack" Now I'm lookin for they family and padnahs to war back If I aint a hot-boy then what do you call that? Nigga disrespect me imma be in all black Accompanied by some niggas bout killin' and all that (Me, cory and mussy)-? gettin' dunked dog Ridin' top down so we like the trucks parked In the jeep ridin' four deep I booted up at these nigga claimin' they know me
[Chorus] (robotic voice) You don't want to fuck wit me Hot, hot, hot boyz Hot, hot, hot boyz (repeat 2x)
Verse 2
Bitch what, I'll bust ya ass up Don't even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mass up I heard about the money, thats some nice change For the right price I'll bust the right brain Long as a nigga try, I can do the right thing Only god knows what the future might bring Nigga might be shaip, nigga might be triffling Nigga might survive if he bout that right fling Wit somethin that'll stop a nigga from playin' Somethin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand (hand) Boy look, nigga don't play no games no mo Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe Attitude adjustments what they all need Don't call up no enforcements, nigga call me (me-me) I bet cha I'll get them niggas off yo block I bet cha I'll show them niggas this boy hot
(Chorus)
Alright stop it, cuz I done had enough When it comes to my pockets, I'm ready to bust Baby let me get the keys to the rover truck Man let me get this beef shit over brah Aint no bitches here, I'm from the 'nolia brah Bust ya beef head, is what was told to us How imma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down How imma look in front of my people -like a clown The g code -what we live by and we die by The book is what we never will abide by Niggas drive by, gettin loose Keep 'em wit each other like a checker board and "clues" Up in compton, or the watts nigga Or up in new york, ya keep 'em open -watch nigga Before ya played by a fatal retalion All fine young black females stallions Give me the keys to ya car and ya medallion You far away from ya home yous a alien
(Chorus)
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