Hot Boys - Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics

Hot Boys - Neighborhood Superstar Video

Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot

 

Verse 1: Juvenile

 

Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it

Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it

735's I drive fits ta match, when I past

Bitches ask, Who the fuck was that?

Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire

17 inch momos black magic on his tires

Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones

And concerts in the Superdome

Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator

Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators

Visa gold, bank account on swole

Got my million dollar destiny under control

Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality

Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary

You want business with me

Boss playa ya have to be

I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me

I got a gold and crome Beretta

I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor

And I can bet a hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt

Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work

 

(Chorus) 2x

All kinds of cars

Neighborhood superstar

Feared by many and loved by broads

 

Verse 2: Baby

 

Neighborhood superstar

Ridin' in these pretty cars

Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars

Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie

And transportin' coke back and forth to my city

Takin' flights

Be in Las Vegas over night

Chillin' with Lo Jack

Sippin' on cognac

Goin' to casinos

Gamblin' with the young ninos

Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes

Nigga I sold dope all my life

Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night

I guess cuz I'm rich

These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch

Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit

But I'm a star

Bitch you can keep that gar

Give me the money and a brand new car

Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties

Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers

Ridin' in lambruginis

Beaches hoes and bikinis

Me and Fresh tag teamin'

Ridin' in convertible land roovers

Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds

Nigga baallin' out of control

 

(Chorus) 2x

 

Verse 3: Mannie Fresh

 

I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars

And I pack a big dick down in tha draws

I'm a neighborhood peppa boy

Platinum steppa boy

Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy

Young G

Ridin' in a hum v

Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see

20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims

Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems

Don't nobody got mo ends than me

Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me

I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas

17 inches on a brand new lexus

Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors

Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes

Who you wanna be like manny or mike

How you gone shine dark or bright

Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition

When I pass I make'em stop look and listen

For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala

Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla

 

Verse 4: Lil Wayne

 

Now tell me what kinda

Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya

I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer

I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner

My golds hang low

Crystal on the flo

I'ma flex

Twenty thousand dollar rolex

I got my name on a street up in every city

And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me

Look I'm feared by many loved by broads

I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)

 

(Chorus) 4x

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Hot Boys - Take It Off Your Shoulder (Juvenile) Lyrics

Hot Boys - Take It Off Your Shoulder (Juvenile) Video

(Juvenile)

I bust you in your motherf**kin mouth for talkin

The beast of beasts is in here, and 1 or us ain't walkin

Hope you got your boys and you straped tight

'Cause this bout to be some shit you won't like

Picture this, a fome hot, to your dome hot

I was a bitch before I drew down, now I got a new sound

You found a nigga that you though was a hoe

He's probably from your family, you married the most

Who's the B, whats the beef, my lady she's pregnant

She's already 5 months, so we lookin at oh 3

My baby bout to touch down, man I can't do this with a frown

Bustin that niggas dick over my pops corner

All my people are probably wondering whats going on

Playin a chess game, gotta keep my eye on this mate

All the way from Adam and Eve, not f**kin Steve

 

Chorus:

I take It off your shoulder

Nigga I'm thuggin in the magnolia

You better do what I told ya

Unless you want to get f**k over

 

(Juvenile)

Watch yourself, it's getting bad and dangerous

We makin niggas so it's scared to hang wit us

We show them large and they stumble back

Ridin around every water in the chat

It used to be like that, till the driver drowned

Thats niggas is doctor p, knock the niggas door down

He hit his head on bed, 24/7

I gotta deal with these niggas and bitches till 2:11

What are them niggas that are duckin the law

Who them niggas who just shot up your car

What you call them niggas that are ready for war

What you call them niggas that go too far

Hot Boys running with kerosene running through everything

All the way to shit, you never seen

To Magnolia and back

Niggas talk bout me but then they never seen

Seeing them niggas in the cages, duckin stages, thinkin they courageous

I'mma bust you in the head, my enemies trying to fled

C-Murder trying to come up here and murder

 

Some motherf**kin claim to representin

He ain't from the magnolia, so this shit ain't reminiscin

This is my system

Like an addiction thats like fiction

My victums can't see 'Cause they bitchin

Don't worry, I'll make them believers

When my blood pressure get high and over steamers

This week will not be cut

'Cause it's in God we trust

You niggas trying to check wit us

We'll make it so you respectin us

 

Chorus

 

(Juvenile)

If I was in the dinker, I probably be dead right now

One of these niggas tried to bust my head by now

I'll be ridin tonight, ain't no survivin

Now I got my enemy drivin, and ain't despising

This nigga be seeing the bright light

And when he gets in park, end his life

2 or my people, look nigga I'm planning

And when I see 200 keys of that sand

I'm a marked man, so I'll put that shit in your hand

I'mma be shacollin, all my niggas ballin

Juve you buyed it

Wayne you buyed

Turk you buyed it

Slim you buyed it

Baby you buyed it

Fresh you buyed it

B.G., ballers you buyed it

You and you, you buyed it

This motherf**kin investigation on me?

Saying they got shit on me

I'mma be kissing these alligations

They tried to torture and question me at the police station

They keep playa hatin, they keep statin

Niggas gonna be waiting, f**k that, I'd rather take my chances

Bitch in a minute, I rearrange shit

 

Chorus

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Hot Boys - Bout Whatever Lyrics

Hot Boys - Bout Whatever Video

Verse 1

Fatiuged up full of that dope ready for war

Me and Mark wit K's tearing yo station up

Baggin' that kill shooting at anythang that's chillin'

Wit a hundred rounds..so u know there's gonna be a killin'

Better stake yo-self in a place we can't see

Ramble at night in the evenin' we creep

Bout whateva nigga killin niggas like a season

Duct tape body snatchin niggas for any reasons

You best believe we'z real

We too hot and hard to kill

Now (?) low as they could we get it how we live

Turn the (?) spittin' stainin' witnesses and all

Ain't no escapin' choppers gone set it off

Lil' Wayne bout that funky shit

Leave nigga fire if out of line get rid of quick

The.....Magnolia is where I be

Where a soulja I leave a nigga stain

Messin' fo weed

 

(chorus)

 

1 (Turk) --Bout whateva u bout whateva u want we can do it

2 (Wayne)--Triggas I ain't and yo station I'mma run through it

3 (Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night

4 (Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life

 

* (Turk) --Bout whateva u bout whateva u want we can do it

* (Wayne)--Triggas I ain't and yo station I'mma run through it

* (Turk) --Bout whateva u bout nigga all day and all night

5 (Wayne)--It don't matter I ain't scared to lose my life

 

Verse 2

The young head busta

Eliminating niggas like nuttin'

Fifty shots I release hit yo block head bustin'

Turk and Wayne the youngest of the squad with the ride

Magnolia I represent til I die thats no lie

Infered beams chest head shots I'm givin'

Bullets flippin and still but nothing but gun smoke when u slippin'

And yo body hot like shit you drop nigga

Hit yo block in the jag wit the top dropped nigga

Soulja rags wit black bows I thugged out

Two times a hot boy wit' two slugs in my mouth

Before five we cocked back always ready for beef

Still got niggas on my side who gone ride wit me

I hope u bout what I'm bout cuz if not ya all in

I be in shitty colors A-K sex and ten

No heisitation in my blood line

Killin' niggas still no thang and I put it on yo mind

 

(Chorus)

 

Repeat Turk's line 1

Repeat Wayne's line 2

Repeat Turk's line 3

(Wayne)--It don't matter I ain't scared to lose my life

 

(Repeat over again)

 

Verse 3

I let'em sagg strap wit' automatics fully loaded

Gloc's wit' 17 for the haters is why I tote it...never loaded

I'm sobber nigga I stay on my shit

Nigga want beef wit me...I ..ee..jack on that bitch

Bout that druggin' 17 nigga I'm thuggin

Nigga disrespect me get licked out like a ruggin'

I.......discharge like a hoe

Nigga fall like ceaser to the morge is where they go

I ain't no hoe for you niggas that don't know

I pack the A-K and the fuckin' fo..fo I let'em flow

You get hit you crapped out

Head shots thats what I'm givin' brains be all out

You faint fall out when they hear about you

I release, release the whole clip not few

Nigga you through when u fuckin wit' me

Lil Turk the H-B from the U-P-T

 

(chorus)

 

Repeat Turk's line 1

Repeat Wayne's line 2

Repeat Turk's line 3

(Wayne)--It don't matter I ain't scared to lose my life

 

(Repeat first three lines over)

1*******

2*******

3*******

* (Wayne)--Look here man I ain't scared to lose my life

 

(Repeat the last 4 lines over again)

 

Nigga... (what)... (what)

Nigga

Turk and Wayne

Ha...Ha...Hot Boys

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Hot Boys - Respect My Mind Lyrics

Hot Boys - Respect My Mind Video

Lil' Wayne

What?

Check, check

Head bussa...set ripper

Neighborhood superstar...corner splitter

While we dispose of...nigga, broad hitter

Hot Boy soldier...Expedition flipper, hell

Niggas be terrified from us 'Cause they know how we play

Them niggas hide from us or catch 3 from a K

I'm just a scrub, I can't scuff...I'm too light to fight

I'm lil'...too thin to win, so I ride at night

Ya fate, respect, nigga...ya playin' with the wrong one

I'll break yo' neck, nigga...ya playin' with the wrong gun

I use K's to wet niggas...I'm sprayin' the whole room

Better watch your back, nigga...

Lil' one...that's a wrap

March, nigga step up when I...I bust a cap

Niggas drop like... (whistle) splat!

Keep jokin' hear? And I'm gon' show you what I'm 'bout

Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out

 

Hook

Lil' Wayne

Respect my mind or get your brains knocked out

Respect my mind or have them boys in your house

B.G.

Respect my mind, look, we be ridin' on chrome

Respect my mind 'Cause we get our shine on

Lil' Wayne

Respect my mind 'Cause we that Hot Boy clique

Respect my mind, nigga, you can't phase this

B.G.

Respect my mind, look, we'll fuck your bitch

Respect my mind, look, we 'bout that gangsta shit

 

Juvenile

Nigga, watch me grow up...when I was small, he had plan

My daddy was ballin', and he was the right-hand man

My poppa bought us a house to keep our family secure

Livin' good on a ranch in the middle of the woods

I understood at a young age, my poppa would spray

Seen him slit a nigga throat and shoot one up in the face

He'd be murder case after case: he was untouchable

But he had a right-hand man that wasn't trustable

Who undercover slow...he made deals under the table

Workin' for the Feds...'round my people wearin' a cable

My daddy got busted...so he got left with the dope

All our shit got repossessed and our family was flat broke

Moved back inside the projects the summer of '84

Developed my hustlin' skills from Romey and Black so...

When I got to the point...that I wasn't small no more

Hooked up the same nigga that handled my daddy dough

I know that he sheisty; but this nigga just don't know

Swear to God I ain't 'bout it; but this nigga just don't know

I got a two under my belt and I'ma make it one more

Cock the 4-4 and knock his brains out on the floor

Respect my mind...

 

(Chorus)

 

B.G.

Me, Wayne, Turk, and Juvenile gettin' blunted

In Fresh pearl-white Suburb 1500

No stun'n, countin' 100 thou', nigga fronted a brick

He should have knew Hot Boys wasn't bringin' back shit

That's how the game go, and that's how the game get played

Head buster, for sure, sweat no hoes, haters get sprayed

All week long, look, I'm a nigga on the grind

All year round I make you niggas respect my mind

Every single day it's a must I tote that fuckin' iron

Disconnect your spine, leave you funky or paralyzed

I blues blocks to bust heads

I use glocks and play hotels to the Feds

Niggas know I ain't the one to be repped on

Move when I'm comin' through, or you get stepped on

I don't give a motherfuck if you got your vest on

I'm shootin' through that...thought you knew that

That's how B-Geezy do that

I ride dirty, and when I ride you die

All the time you bitch-niggas gon' respect my mind

 

(Chorus)

 

Turk

Nigga, respect my mind

Can't, then stay your distance

Kill realahs like that, nigga, you come up missin'

I soak your spot when you're repping on me

Get hit with shots when you're hatin' on me

What's happenin', wodie

Do you think you ready for us

Disrespect our mind, fuckin' over you is a must

Come through your cut

Nigga, it's over, don't spook now

'Cause when you was talkin' 'bout us it was all good, ha

Nigga. fuck all that; I ain't gon' talk, I'ma save it

Original H.B., nigga, I ride Mercedes

A young rich nigga, my whole team playin' with figures

Wear soldiers and 'Bauds, and gettin' richer and richer

I got stacks of money, and fuckin' plenty hoes

Nigga, respect my mind or I'll knock off your nose

 

(Chorus 2x)

 

Lil' Wayne

Respect my mind

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