Juvenile - 400 Degreez Lyrics
(robotic voice) : 400 degreezVerse 1:Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rapYa seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought thatI had some felony charges I fought thatBeen sent to no return but still was bought backNigga threw some slangs at me woodie I caught thatI punished them lil *****es before they can car jackNow Im lookin for they family and pile up the war batIf I aint a hotboy then what do you call thatNigga disrespect me ima be in all blackCompanied by some niggas bout killin and all thatMe cory and mercy gettin dunked onRide top down so we let the trucks pauseIn the jepp ridin four deepI booted up at these nigga claimin they know me[chorus] (robotic voice)You dont want to ***** wit meHot, hot, hot boyzHot, hot, hot boyz (repeat 2x)Verse 2***** what Ill bust yo ass upDont even go there woodie cuz Im ready to mas upI heard about the money thats some nice changeFor the right price Ill bust the right frameWhy must a nigga try I cant do the right thingOnly God knows what the future might bringNigga might be shot, nigga might be trifflingNigga might survive if he bout that right flameWhats up thatll stop a nigga from playinSumin like a chopper or a grenade in his handBoy look nigga dont play no games no moNiggall bust ya head if you bang his hoeAttitude adjustments we all needDont call the enforcements nigga call meI bet cha Ill get them niggas off yo blockI bet cha Ill show them niggas this boy hot(chorus)Alright stop it cuz I done had enoughWhen it comes to my partners Im ready to bustBaby let me get the keys to the roover truckMan let me get this beef shit over broAint no bit this year Im from the nolia broWhats yo beef plan cuz it was told to usHow ima be runnin with these killas and backin downHow ima look in front of my people, like a clownThe g code what we live by and we die byThe book is what we will never abide byNiggas drive by, gettin looseKeepem with each other like a checker board in useCome in compton or the watts niggaUp in new york ya keepem open watch niggaFoe ya played by a hit or retalionAll fine young black females stallionsGive me the keys to ya car and ya medallionYou far away from ya home yous a alien(chorus)
