Juvenile - 400 Degreez lyrics

rate me

(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez

Verse 1:

Ya see me I eat sleep shit and talk rap

Ya seen that 98 mercedes on t.v. I bought that

I had some felony charges I fought that

Been sent to no return but still was bought back

Nigga threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that

I punished them lil bitches before they can car jack

Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat

If I aint a hotboy then what do you call that

Nigga disrespect me I'ma be in all black

Companied by some niggas bout killin' and all that

Me Cory and mercy gettin' dunked on

Ride top down so we let the trucks pause

In the jepp 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 yo ass up

Don't even go there woodie cuz I'm ready to mas up

I heard about the money thats some nice change

For the right price I'll bust the right frame

Why must a nigga try I can't do the right thing

Only God knows what the future might bring

Nigga might be shot, nigga might be triffling

Nigga might survive if he bout that right flame

Whats up that'll stop a nigga from playin'

Sumin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand

Boy look nigga don't play no games no mo

Nigga'll bust ya head if you bang his hoe

Attitude adjustments we all need

Don't call the enforcements nigga call 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 partners I'm ready to bust

Baby let me get the keys to the roover truck

Man let me get this beef shit over bro

Aint no bit this year I'm from the 'nolia bro

Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us

How I'ma be runnin' with these killas and backin' down

How I'ma 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 will never abide by

Niggas drive by, gettin loose

Keep'em with each other like a checker board in use

Come in compton or the watts nigga

Up in New York ya keep'em open watch nigga

Foe ya played by a hit or 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)