| Song | Young Riders |
| Artist | The Hot Boys |
| Album | Let Em' Burn |
| 作曲 : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys f/ Baby | |
| Album: Let ' | |
| Em Burn Song: | |
| Young Riders [Baby] | |
| Off top, peep this lil' four youngstas out | |
| Watch how they lay it down [Juvenile] | |
| Say baby, hand me the chopper, let me cuttin' loose | |
| Nigga talkin' crazy but lil' daddy ain't + | |
| BulletProof+ | |
| Put him in the water with the sharks, let me see if he can swim | |
| Ya playin' wit'cha life wodie, you hangin' on a limb | |
| Boy y'kno you scared and | |
| I know you is | |
| You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this | |
| I'ma Hot Boy a-k-a the | |
| Juvenile Come in through your door with that iron - callin' ya out | |
| You want do? ya bitch you | |
| Got me all rav'd up and shit and | |
| I'm ready ta split you + | |
| Tha G-Code+ | |
| I live by it and die by it | |
| If you play with me - ya playing with ya life right | |
| This ain't no walk in the park - it's a walk in the pen | |
| Niggaz try'na take that ass, make it their girlfriends | |
| Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes | |
| Cuz all you niggaz ain't nothing but hoes [Baby] | |
| Nigga what? | |
| I don't give a fuck | |
| Lil' BGeezy show these niggaz you don't give a fuck [B.G.] | |
| My presidents make a nigga break it off | |
| Becuz they know if they don't off this earth | |
| I'ma take them off, nigga | |
| I play it raw | |
| You think about droppin' your nuts, better pick them up | |
| Cuz you and everybody wish that | |
| I'ma hit 'em up | |
| So nigga give me mine, don't make me have ta take it | |
| Cuz I put your family in a fucked up situation | |
| Your mama like where my son at? | |
| Everybody know | |
| I done that | |
| 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 it's an unsolved mystery | |
| BGeezy a dawg yea | |
| Don't give a fuck about the law | |
| Ready ta send you ta the morgue yea | |
| Have you feelin' like a number 2 pencil | |
| When I put that lead in you | |
| They fly ta | |
| H-Town in | |
| Continental | |
| Live with a bad bitch, have my hoe strapped too | |
| I got a Mac-11, she got a tec-22 [Turk] | |
| Block of blocks, | |
| I rob niggaz | |
| Better drop it like its hot 'fore you die nigga | |
| You can think it's a game if you want, they fly nigga | |
| Them hollows hit you live, uh uh nigga | |
| You be left as a memory, on a fresh white is ya picture | |
| I keep it on the low, so no one a know that | |
| I did ya Playin' like that, these days niggaz a stain ya | |
| Play the game rap, kidnap ya | |
| L.G. and (rape) her | |
| I'm dirty so they call me low down - where | |
| I'm from Shot first, | |
| I can't miss with a chopper with a drum | |
| I'm shootin' ta kill - no wheel chairs or shit bags | |
| I shoot you in places where | |
| I know you gon' die fast | |
| Ya head and ya chest wodie | |
| Catch ya dippin' by ya whole house when ya loaded | |
| Give it too ya in blood, that's one way of solvin' problems my nigga | |
| Come around my spot - don't know ya that's a problem my nigga [Lil' Wayne] | |
| All I know is bend swangin' - make the enemy block scorch | |
| Nigga I been hangin' - oh | |
| I ain't just jump off out the porch | |
| I'ma iron toter, my niggaz got me drinkin' | |
| Henne' - got my mind towed up | |
| So all I do is + | |
| Spin tha Bend+ | |
| I keep my rag top | |
| I had it on ever since the day my dad died | |
| And now it's on and | |
| I'm ready for guerilla war | |
| This C.M.B. - y'kno who my only niggaz are, the 17th | |
| I put it down for my lil' thug niggaz - too young ta get in the club niggaz | |
| But waitin' front so when you come out they bust nigga | |
| Trust nigga, this shorty wild | |
| And I been thuggin' with | |
| BGeezy - he taught me how | |
| Now play with me and watch it catch it fire | |
| I hit'cha block with the long clip - ride it - fryer | |
| Now watch how | |
| I make my bullets spread like gengivitis | |
| Lil' Wayne - | |
| Cash Money | |
| Record's young rider, young rider [Baby] | |
| There you have it nigga, off top, four lil' youngstas | |
| Knockin' niggaz dick in they dirt, ya understand? | |
| So if you can't get with this here put ya 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'ont like it you can suck my dick what | |
| Ha! - what | |
| Ha! - what | |
| Ha! - what | |
| Ha! - what | |
| Ha! - what | |
| Ha!- what | |
| Ha! We doin' this bitch, get it or get with it | |
| If not motherfuck ya nigga |
| zuò qǔ : Carter, Dorsey, Grey, Thomas ... | |
| Artist: Hot | |
| Boys f Baby | |
| Album: Let ' | |
| Em Burn Song: | |
| Young Riders Baby | |
| Off top, peep this lil' four youngstas out | |
| Watch how they lay it down Juvenile | |
| Say baby, hand me the chopper, let me cuttin' loose | |
| Nigga talkin' crazy but lil' daddy ain' t | |
| BulletProof | |
| Put him in the water with the sharks, let me see if he can swim | |
| Ya playin' wit' cha life wodie, you hangin' on a limb | |
| Boy y' kno you scared and | |
| I know you is | |
| You been talkin' a whole lotta shit but lemme tell you this | |
| I' ma Hot Boy aka the | |
| Juvenile Come in through your door with that iron callin' ya out | |
| You want do? ya bitch you | |
| Got me all rav' d up and shit and | |
| I' m ready ta split you | |
| Tha GCode | |
| I live by it and die by it | |
| If you play with me ya playing with ya life right | |
| This ain' t no walk in the park it' s a walk in the pen | |
| Niggaz try' na take that ass, make it their girlfriends | |
| Na' eat that meat, fold my clothes | |
| Cuz all you niggaz ain' t nothing but hoes Baby | |
| Nigga what? | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| Lil' BGeezy show these niggaz you don' t give a fuck B. G. | |
| My presidents make a nigga break it off | |
| Becuz they know if they don' t off this earth | |
| I' ma take them off, nigga | |
| I play it raw | |
| You think about droppin' your nuts, better pick them up | |
| Cuz you and everybody wish that | |
| I' ma hit ' em up | |
| So nigga give me mine, don' t make me have ta take it | |
| Cuz I put your family in a fucked up situation | |
| Your mama like where my son at? | |
| Everybody know | |
| I done that | |
| 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 it' s an unsolved mystery | |
| BGeezy a dawg yea | |
| Don' t give a fuck about the law | |
| Ready ta send you ta the morgue yea | |
| Have you feelin' like a number 2 pencil | |
| When I put that lead in you | |
| They fly ta | |
| HTown in | |
| Continental | |
| Live with a bad bitch, have my hoe strapped too | |
| I got a Mac11, she got a tec22 Turk | |
| Block of blocks, | |
| I rob niggaz | |
| Better drop it like its hot ' fore you die nigga | |
| You can think it' s a game if you want, they fly nigga | |
| Them hollows hit you live, uh uh nigga | |
| You be left as a memory, on a fresh white is ya picture | |
| I keep it on the low, so no one a know that | |
| I did ya Playin' like that, these days niggaz a stain ya | |
| Play the game rap, kidnap ya | |
| L. G. and rape her | |
| I' m dirty so they call me low down where | |
| I' m from Shot first, | |
| I can' t miss with a chopper with a drum | |
| I' m shootin' ta kill no wheel chairs or shit bags | |
| I shoot you in places where | |
| I know you gon' die fast | |
| Ya head and ya chest wodie | |
| Catch ya dippin' by ya whole house when ya loaded | |
| Give it too ya in blood, that' s one way of solvin' problems my nigga | |
| Come around my spot don' t know ya that' s a problem my nigga Lil' Wayne | |
| All I know is bend swangin' make the enemy block scorch | |
| Nigga I been hangin' oh | |
| I ain' t just jump off out the porch | |
| I' ma iron toter, my niggaz got me drinkin' | |
| Henne' got my mind towed up | |
| So all I do is | |
| Spin tha Bend | |
| I keep my rag top | |
| I had it on ever since the day my dad died | |
| And now it' s on and | |
| I' m ready for guerilla war | |
| This C. M. B. y' kno who my only niggaz are, the 17th | |
| I put it down for my lil' thug niggaz too young ta get in the club niggaz | |
| But waitin' front so when you come out they bust nigga | |
| Trust nigga, this shorty wild | |
| And I been thuggin' with | |
| BGeezy he taught me how | |
| Now play with me and watch it catch it fire | |
| I hit' cha block with the long clip ride it fryer | |
| Now watch how | |
| I make my bullets spread like gengivitis | |
| Lil' Wayne | |
| Cash Money | |
| Record' s young rider, young rider Baby | |
| There you have it nigga, off top, four lil' youngstas | |
| Knockin' niggaz dick in they dirt, ya understand? | |
| So if you can' t get with this here put ya 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' ont like it you can suck my dick what | |
| Ha! what | |
| Ha! what | |
| Ha! what | |
| Ha! what | |
| Ha! what | |
| Ha! what | |
| Ha! We doin' this bitch, get it or get with it | |
| If not motherfuck ya nigga |