400 Degreez Sözleri

(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)