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
Übersetzung: Hot Boys. Young Riders.
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
your heart beatin for, ha? [Intro] + (B.G.) Yeaaaaaaaaaaahhh! (Uhh, deez niggaz scarred) What's up ladies and gentlemen? (Deez bitch niggaz scared) Boys
ma silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters, I'ma rider nigga, riders tote choppers, I'ma gangsta nigga, gangstas wet shirts, I'ma thinker nigga, thinkers ride first, I'ma youngster
man You lil kids out there just don't understand [Verse Four: Juvenile (Hot Boys)] I'm a 1999 driver I'm a uptown third ward Magnolia T.C. rider Ole
: (feat. Young Hot Rod, Freeway, Spider Loc, M.O.P., ...) [Loyd Banks:] Aiyo what up? Its ya boy Lloyd Banks Aka Blue Hefner Ya now tuned into Mic Pass
Work Her,Tell Her Be My Slave Bitch Im Paid On My Cage I Just Cant Feel My Face With Santana We Well Riders Like Al Queda Supreme Da Da Young Mula,Bird
holes in you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin' And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these (Hot! Hot! Hot!) Boy$,
the two time fellas holdin' guns for weak thugs Riskin' their freedom, for short money and weak love Eighty five is tryna earn respect from them young boys Catchin' temper tantrums, havin' fits like young boys
brain, kids will be lost and claimed 'Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game Whether adoption or foster it's all the same Jim's the rider of riders
Tell her be my slave, bitch I'm paid Out my cage, I just can't feel my face With Santana, we wild riders like Al Queda Supreme dada, young mula, Bird
you bitch-ass niggas, ya heard me We don't barrow nothin', don't fear nothin' And ain't nothin' you can do 'bout these Boys, nigga (Hot hot hot) Let '
quick Then we dippin' and dabbin', goin' back to the labbin' Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin' Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin' Chargin' them young
down yo' heart that's how the story goes These boys think 'cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes Its consequences and reprecussions fuckin' with pros These bitches hot
When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell
got a pawn for the week, meet me up the street See momma gotta eat, how much for a key See my bank from ghetto blood, when my homies show me love When hot boys
Trill Fam., Young Savage you can catch me Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me Look at him his eyes closed he