Текст песни Hot Boys - Young Riders

ft. Baby

Baby:
Off top, peep these four lil youngsters out watch how they lay it down

Juvenile:
Say Baby, hand me the chopper let me cut loose, nigga talkin
crazy but lil daddy aint bullet proof, put ’em in the water with
them sharks let me see if he can swim, ya playin witcha life
wodie ya hangin on a limb. Boy you know you scared, and I know
you is, you been talkin a whole lot of shit, but let me tell
ya this, I’ma Hot Boy, aka the Juvenile, comin to ya door with
that nine callin ya out. What gon do? Ya bitch you, got me all
rowd up and shit and I’m ready to split you. The g code, I live
by it and die by it, if you play wit me ya playin witcha life
right? This ain’t no walk in the prak its a walk in the ?bend?,
niggaz tryin to take that ass, make it they girlfriend, mad at
me for my clothes cuz all you niggaz ain’t nothin but hoes

Baby:
Nigga what, I don’t give a fuck, Lil B.Geezy show these niggaz
you dont give a fuck

B.G.:
My presence make a nigga break it off cuz they know if they don’t
off this earth I’ma take em off, nigga I play it raw, you thinkin
bout droppin ya nuts, better pick em up, cuz you and everybody
witcha I’ma hit em up, so nigga give me mine, don’t make me hafta
take it, cuz I put your family in a fucked up situation, ya momma
like where my son at? Everybody know I done it, but the law don’t
know where the gun at, so they can’t touch me, can’t question
me, can’t fuck wit me, so its an unsolved mystery, B.Geezy a
doggie, don’t give a fuck about the law, ready to send ya to
the mall yea, and you feelin like a #2 pencil, when I put that
lead in you, they fly the ace town continental, live with Evette,
bitch had my whole strap too, I got my Mac 11 she gotta Tec 22

Turk:
A blocks a block, I rob niggaz, better drop ya like its hott
’fo ya die nigga, you could think its a game it ya want, they
fly nigga, them high lows hit ya...ya live? Uh huh nigga, you
be left as a memory on a fresh write is ya picture, I keep it
on the low so no one know that I did ya, play it like that these
days niggas will state ya, play the game raw, kidnap your LG
and ....I’m dirty so they call me low down, where I’m from, shoot
first, I can’t miss with a choppa wit a drum, I’m shootin to
kill, no wheelchairs and shit bags, I shoot cha in places where
I know you gon die fast, ya head and your chest wodie, catch
ya dippin by your whore house when ya loaded, give it 2 ya blood,
that’s the way I solve my problems my nigga, come round my spot..don’t
know ya..thats a problem my nigga

Lil’ Wayne:
All I know is bend swangin, make the enemy block scorch, nigga
I been hangin, boy I ain’t just jumped off the porch, I’ma nine
totter, my niggaz got me drankin Henney, got my mind tote up,
so all I do is spend the bend, I keep my rag tied, I had it on
ever since the day my daddy died, and now its on and I’m ready
for guerrilla war, at CMB, you know who my only niggaz are, lil
17, I put it down fo’ my lil thug niggaz, too young to get into
the club niggaz, but wait out in front so when you come out they
bust nigga, trust nigga, they’ll show ya how, and I’ve been thuggin
wit B. Geezy, he taught me how, now play wit me and watcha catch
on fire, I hit cha block wit a long clip, body fryer, now watch
I make my bullets spray like ?gengavidice?, Lil’ Wayne Cash Money
reckless young rider...young rider

Baby:
There ya have it nigga, off top, four lil youngsters, knocking
niggas dicks in the dirt, ya understand? So if you can’t get
wit this here, put your dick in the sand, nigga, we got this
shit, lockin this shit, doin’ this shit, Cash Money Millionaires
and Fresh droppin this shit, nigga if you don’t like it you can
sux my dick....what? what? what? what? what? what?... we doin
this bitch, get it or get wit it, if not...motherfuck ya

*some of lil waynes lyrics im not sure about