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(Robotic Voice) : 400 degreez
Verse 1:
Ya see me, I eat, sleep, s**t, 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
nigg* threw some slangs at me woodie I caught that
I punished them lil girls 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?
nigg* disrespect me Imma be in all black
Accompanied by some 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 nigg* claimin' they know me
Chorus (Robotic Voice)
You don't want to fk wit me
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz
Hot, Hot, Hot Boyz (repeat 2x)
Verse 2
b*tch what, I'll bust ya as* 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 nigg* try, I can do the right thing
Only God knows what the future might bring
nigg* might be shaip, nigg* might be triffling
nigg* might survive if he bout that right fling
Wit somethin that'll stop a nigg* from playin'
Somethin like a chopper or a grenade in his hand (hand)
Boy look, nigg* don't play no games no mo
nigg*'ll bust ya head if you bang his hoe
Attitude adjustments what they all need
Don't call up no enforcements, nigg* call me (me-me)
I bet cha I'll get them off yo block
I bet cha I'll show them 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 s**t over brah
Aint no girls 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
drive by, gettin loose
Keep 'em wit each other like a checker board and "Clues"
Up in Compton, or the Watts nigg*
Or up in New York, ya keep 'em open -watch nigg*
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)
