| Lyrics: | Electronic Voice)
400 degreez...
Ya' see me, I eat, sleep, shit, and talk
rap,
You see that '98 Mercedes on TV, I bought that,
I had some felony charges, I fought
that,
Been sent to no return, but still was ball back,
Nigga threw some slangs at me,
Whodi, I caught that,
I punished them lil' bitches before they get car jack,
Now I'm
lookin' for they family and padnuh's to war back,
If I ain't a Hot Boy, 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 Mer-C, gettin' ducked off,
Ride top down, so we let the trucks
pause,
In the Jeep, ridin' four deep,
I booted up at these niggas claimin' they know me.
Huh?
(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don't want to fuck with me....
You
don't want to fuck with me....
Hot Boyz, Hot Boyz...
Bitch, what? I'll bust ya' ass
up,
Don't even go there, Whodi, cause I'm ready to mask up,
I heard about the money,
that's some nice change...
For the right price, I'll bust the right brain...
If 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 tri-flamed...
Nigga might survive, if he bout
that right flame...
With somethin' that'll stop a nigga from playin,
Somethin' 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 ho..
Attitude adjustments, do y'all need,
Don't call in 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...
(Hook)
(Electronic Voice)
You don't want to
fuck with me....
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot,
Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot
Boy,...
Alright stop it, cause 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.
Ain't no bitches here, I'm from the 'Nolia, brah.
Bust yo' beef's head,
is what was told to us.
How I'ma be runnin' with these killa's and backin' down,
How I'ma
look in front of my people, like a clown,
The G-Code is what we live by and we die by,
The
book is what we will never abide by,
Niggas drive by, gettin loose,
Beefin' with each
other like a checker board in use,
Up in Compton or the Watts, nigga..
Up in New York, ya
keep'em open watch nigga..
Fo' ya'll played by a hit or retalion,
All fine young black
females stallions,
Give me the keys to yo' car and ya medallion,
You far away from ya
home, you's a alien (alien)...
(Hook)
(Electronic Voice) Seeeee.....
You don't
want to fuck with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don't want to fuck
with me....
(Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,)
You don't want to fuck with
me....
Hot, Hot, Hot Boy, Hot, Hot, Hot Boy,
(You don't want to fuck with me.... with
me....)
(Electronic Voice)
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez...
400 Degreez |
