Juvenile

Juvenile - 400 Degreez songtekst

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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
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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: 400 Degreez (1998) , The Greatest Hits (2004)

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