制作
出演艺人
Juvenile
表演者
作曲和作词
Terius Gray
作曲
Brian Williams
作曲
Byron Thomas
作曲
D.P. "Dad" Carter
作曲
制作和工程
Mannie Fresh
制作人
歌词
You lil' boys don't know what it mean to get shot
You lil' boys don't wanna do nothin' but hang on the block
Yoy lil' boys ain't ready to go to the pen
You lil' boys ain't ready to be sleepin' with nothin' but men
You lil' boys better stay in your place
You lil' boys ain't gon' be scared until you catch you a case
You lil' boys be out here sniffin' that furl
You lil' boys gotta get loaded just to go in that world
You lil' boys had better hit you a lick
You lil' boys shouldn't have to ask another **** for shit
You lil' boys don't even respect your momma
You lil' boys don't even have the sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil' boys swear to God it's a game
You lil' boys gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil' boys always be makin' a scene
You lil' boys wanna be grown, and you're still in your teens
Now, you lil' boys better slow down
Up in the mornin', in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them ****, Soulja, Reebok and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now 'bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil' boys better to slow down
Up in the mornin' in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them ****, Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now 'bout to explode rounds
You lil' boys better clear the block
'Cause somebody done ran in my money spot
Cock the Glocks, we prepared to pop
Can't let it slide 'cause these lil' boys ain't right
Somebody gon' die tonight when we ride tonight
I'ma clear your set if I heard your name up in my mess
Best make a set trap, bust back with booby traps
You're outta line if you're playin' with mine
Fuck these bezzel bitch **** gon' meet the devil
Lil' boys don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar, B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers
Whatever but, however, if I could do I'ma cook your hood
Like I cook up pill goods, fool
You lil' boys better to slow down
Up in the mornin', in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them ****, Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now 'bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil' boys need to slow down
Up in the mornin', in the cut, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them ****, Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now 'bout to explode rounds (check it out, check it out)
Look
You lil' boys make it happen, pack up y'all shit
You lil' boys need to go ahead on and quit, see
You lil' boys know y'all time is up
You lil' boys need to (gimme, gimme, gimme) get the fuck
You lil' boys kinda like had '99
But look, you lil' boys from today to lights out, it's mine
You lil' boys need to skip to college with y'alls friends
You lil' boys really women with paws like mens
You lil' boys stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil' boys is the right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil' boys need to stop stealin' my beats
You lil' boys think a producer won't take y'all off y'all feets
You lil' boys know I do beats for twenty
You lil' boys add that up, zero, zero, zero, Comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil' boys tell y'all baby, momma I'm back in town
You lil' boys smiles done turned into frowns
Look, look
When I ride, dog, Chopper be on my side, dog
**** betta run, duck hide, dog
'Cause I'm about to let bullets fly, dog
Bahdi bye bye, get it right, ****
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at night, ****
I dip low, and I'm strapped up tight, ****
Duct tape your momma and shoot off in your wife, ****
Uh-huh, ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid
Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid
Keep sprayin' the MAC-11 burst
Hit 'em where it hurts, I'ma shoot first
Soak his shirt
Blood all over the place
Hit the block, have thugs all over the place
It's Lil Wayne, ****, whoa now
If you don't think you can hang, ****, slow down
Look, look
'Cause you lil' boys need to slow down
Up in the mornin', in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them ****, Soulja, Reebok and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now 'bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil' boys need to slow down
Up in the mornin', in the court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them ****, Soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's no remorse now 'bout to explode rounds
Look, you lil' boys need to slow down
Look, you lil' boys need to slow down
Look, you lil' boys need to slow down
Up in the mornin', in the court, it's 'bout to go down
What?
Written by: Brian Williams, Byron Thomas, D.P. "Dad" Carter, Terius Gray

