Текст песни Juvenile f Jay-Z - 400 Degreez (Re-Release)
Juvenile f Jay-Z - 400 Degreez (Re-Release) слова песни
[Jay-Z]Bounce, bounce, bounceJ-j-j-j-j-Juvenile and JiggaThe remix[Juvenile]You at the point of no return, haIf your daddy get out the way with you, you gon to let him learn, haLife`s a bitch, haNiggas be fakin but you ain`t givin em shit, haYou stealin the bricks, haYou got a wife and three kids, haBut you be fuckin around right in the neighborhood you live, haYou own a truck, haWith tv`s and cd`s rimmed up, haFuckin em up, haYou won`t be stuntin on your cell, haGet your partner some money orders and commence to jail, haYou bout ready to roll a draw, haSome of that drove, haYou bout to get you some more, haYou that nigga with all that cheese, haYou that nigga that whipped that girl and she called the police, haYou understand, haYou ain`t gon cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, haWhere ever you stand, ha[Chorus] X 2You a paper chaser, you got your block on fireRemaining a G until the moment you expireYou know what it is, to make nothing outta somethingYou handle your biz and don`t be crying and suffering[Jay-Z]You done got yourself in some deep shitNow you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remixYou can`t go out cuz they gon leave you in a deep ditchAnd hit you with the sign if you decide to keep shitThe only reason you alive cuz you read lipsand you drove on the block low in yo` seat an` shitSeen em mouthin off, they don`t need this shitNow they sick of you duckin, dodgin, and weavin and shitHow they call you when you don`t return they beepsNow they ready to kill you and all your peepsYou done fucked around with some wild niggasYou done fucked off the dough and Juvenile and Jigga`sYou better get it back, or sleep where the river`s atThey send shots through your fifty capThey got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrapWhere your niggas at?[Chorus] X 2[Juvenile]You gotta get up off your ass, haAnd make the cash, haAnd stay away from them bags, haTwo and two done come together, haJuvi and Jigga, haStraight up guerrillas, haThat nigga Manny Fresh a fool, haHe be playin it to the bitches on every song he do, haMy fuckin album going plat, haYou bought the tape, haTell em ain`t none of it fake, haYou got a shipment coming in, haDuring the week, haGot a little something for me, haYou boy and them be drawin heat, haBut that`s your wootie so you gotta find you someone to creep, haNigga tired of livin fast, haYour boy hit the stash, haNow you wanna go bust his ass, haYou keep it real, haYou don`t fuck with no nigga but you will kill, haYou know how it feel, ha[Chorus] X 2