[Intro: Vocoder Voice]
400 degreez
[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Ya see me I eat sleep sh** 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 brought back
n***a threw some slangs at me whodie I caught that
I punished them lil b**hes before they can car jack
Now I'm lookin for they family and pile up the war bat
If I ain't a hot boy then what do you call that
n***a disrespect me I'mma be in all black
Companied by some n***as bout k**in' and all that
Me Cory and Mercy gettin' dunked on
Ride top down so we let the trucks pause
In the jeep ridin' four deep
I booted up at these n***a claimin' they know me
[Hook: Vocoder Voice]
You don't want to f** wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
[Verse 2]
b**h what I'll bust yo a** up
Don't even go there whodie cuz I'm ready to mask up
I heard about the money thats some nice change
For the right price I'll bust the right brain
Why must a n***a try I can't do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
n***a might be shive, n***a might be triflin'
n***a might survive if he bout that rifling
Whats up that'll stop a n***a from playin'
Something like a chopper or a grenade in his hand
Boy look n***a don't play no games no mo
n***a'll bust ya head if you bang his ho
Attitude adjustments we all need
Don't call the enforcements n***a call me
I bet cha I'll get them n***as off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them n***as this boy hot
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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 roover truck
Man let me get this beef sh** over bruh
Ain't no bit this year I'm from the 'Nolia bruh
Whats yo beef plan cuz it was told to us
How I'mma be runnin' with these k**as and backin' down
How I'mma look in front of my people, like a clown
Tha G code what we live by and we die by
The book is what we will never abide by
n***as drive by, gettin' loose
Beefing with each other like the Checker Board and Goose
Come in Compton or the Watts n***a
Up in New York ya keep'em open watch n***a
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 you's an alien
(Chorus)