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letra de 400 degrees - juvenile

(electronic voice)
400 degreez…

ya’ see me, i eat, sleep, sh-t, 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,
n-gg- threw some slangs at me, whodi, i caught that,
i punished them lil’ b-tches 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?
n-gg- disrespect me, i’ma be in all black.
‘companied by some n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s claimin’ they know me. huh?

(hook)
(electronic voice)
you don’t want to f-ck with me….
you don’t want to f-ck with me….
hot boyz, hot boyz…

b-tch, what? i’ll bust ya’ -ss 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 n-gg- try, i can’t do the right thing…
only god knows what the future might bring…
n-gg- might be shot, n-gg- might be tri-flamed…
n-gg- might survive, if he bout that right flame…
with somethin’ that’ll stop a n-gg- from playin,
somethin’ like a chopper or a grenade in his hand,
boy, look, n-gg- don’t play no games no mo..
n-gg-‘ll bust ya’ head if you bang his ho..
att-tude adjustments, do y’all need,
don’t call in the enforcements, n-gg- call me,
i bet’cha i’ll get them n-gg-s off yo block,
i bet’cha i’ll show them n-gg-s this boy hot…

(hook)
(electronic voice)
you don’t want to f-ck 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 sh-t over, brah.
ain’t no b-tches 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,
n-gg-s drive by, gettin loose,
beefin’ with each other like a checker board in use,
up in compton or the watts, n-gg-..
up in new york, ya keep’em open watch n-gg-..
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 f-ck with me….
(hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy,)
you don’t want to f-ck with me….
(hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy,)
you don’t want to f-ck with me….
hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy,
(you don’t want to f-ck with me…. with me….)

(electronic voice)
400 degreez…
400 degreez…
400 degreez…

- juvenile

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