500 Degreez
Lil' Wayne Lyrics


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It's the real shit, yeah
500 Degreez this time, bitch
Yessir, yessir, throw them Ws up
You already know (yeah, yeah)

You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps, so fuck rap
Man, I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
Bitch niggas, where ya hearts at?
Y'all ain't stuntin' like us
Bitch niggas, where ya cars at?
They like, "Wayne, why the fuck you dressed in all black?"
I'm about to bring C-M-R back
And all the lames, we done lost that
And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
"It's Weezy, baby," the bar is back
And the wheels on my car, you gotta order that
Stop playing, I've been ballin', Jack
You don't want my Glock sprayin', I hit all them cats
You don't want my stomach ache, I shit on them cats
I get on them cats, Fresh and B, it's all a wrap
If I'm the only Hot Boy, then what do you call that?

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (no, you don't, no, you don't, no, you don't)
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (500, I'm 500, oh, I'm 500)

Okay, okay, nigga
Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up (nigga)
Don't even go there round, niggas get your cash up
We probably need to clash up (probably)
This shit got me 'bout ass up (what?)
They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
It ain't October 31st but we gon' mask up and guess what, ayy
You know I heard they got some nice chains
And for the right price, I'll bust the right brain
And mommy hot 'cause I pull up in that white thang
Oh, but your nigga might be fly but I still get trifling (okay)
Riding through the city just me and my flame (okay)
Friday night special, professional tight aim (okay)
A gangsta is who you hearing
Me in my building, with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
Got more skill than them there
I'm a Cash Money Millionaire (Cash Money, bitch)

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (no, you don't, no, you don't, no, you don't)
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (500, oh, I'm 500, baby, uh, let's go)

Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy
Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy (yessir, Slim, they can't cool me down, baby)

Uh, uh
Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover
No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the an after party
My Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party (bitch)
Don't go to rapper parties (nope), I'm no rapper man (why?)
But when the homies come home, we throw a monster jam
And all my people tote chrome, we some monsters, man
We gone mob to the promised land, I ball big, I'm a Tymer man
Son of a Stunna, baby girl fuck with a hustler
Weezy keep it gutter for ya, Baby Bubba
Baby blue Mercedes Coupe, got it bullet proof
Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
You're fuckin' with a big dog, nigga fuckin' roof
Mr. S-fucking-Q, I'm the fucking truth
Three stripes, baby, Nikes lot of ice buckets (oof)
That's 500 Degreez

You don't want to fuck with Weezy (haha, yessir, uh, uhm you really don't)
You don't want to fuck with Weezy (500, ah, I'm 500, ah, ah, I'm 500, man, I'm 500, people, yessir)

500, 500 (500, man, they can't cool me down)




500, 500 (I mean, it's burning through the package, people, this is 500 degrees, get it right)
Degrees (know what I'm sayin'?)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil' Wayne's song "500 Degreez" convey a sense of braggadocio and confidence. Wayne asserts his superiority and street credibility throughout the song, letting his audience know that he is a force to be reckoned with. He starts off by proclaiming that he embodies the real essence of rap and dismisses others who are not on his level. He references his involvement in drugs, specifically weed, pills, and crack, which further adds to his street credibility.


Wayne also addresses his critics and haters, challenging them to show their true colors and questioning their authenticity. He asserts his dominance in the rap game, suggesting that he is the one and only hot boy and there is no comparison. He boasts about his skills as a rapper and his success in the music industry, claiming to have more money and talent than his competitors.


The chorus of the song reinforces Wayne's invincibility and warns others not to mess with him, emphasizing that they don't want to provoke his fury. Throughout the verses, he continues to display his bravado, boasting about his wealth, fame, and influence. He references his affiliation with Cash Money Records (C-M-R) and his intention to revive its prominence. Overall, the lyrics of "500 Degreez" showcase Lil' Wayne's confidence, swagger, and dominance in the rap game.


Line by Line Meaning

It's the real shit, yeah
This is authentic and genuine, no fake or artificial elements


500 Degreez this time, bitch
Taking it to the extreme, reaching the highest level of intensity and heat


Yessir, yessir, throw them Ws up
Showing allegiance and respect by representing the symbol of the group


You already know (yeah, yeah)
Acknowledging the familiarity and awareness of the audience


You see me? I eat, sleep, shit, and talk snaps, so fuck rap
My life revolves around capturing moments, so forget traditional music


Man, I got weed, pills, pistols, all crack
I possess marijuana, drugs, guns, and highly potent substances


Bitch niggas, where ya hearts at?
Challenging weak individuals to reveal their inner strength and courage


Y'all ain't stuntin' like us
No one can match our style, swag, and impressive display


Bitch niggas, where ya cars at?
Questioning the whereabouts of luxury vehicles belonging to inadequate individuals


They like, 'Wayne, why the fuck you dressed in all black?'
People wonder why I embrace an all-black wardrobe


I'm about to bring C-M-R back
Revitalizing and restoring the Cash Money Records legacy


And all the lames, we done lost that
Leaving behind all the unimpressive and insignificant individuals


And all we got is Weezy, Weezy, and Lil' Weezy to fall back
We rely on the presence and talent of Lil' Wayne to support and carry us


I'm about to lock it from the summer to the fall and back
I'm going to establish dominance and control throughout the entire year


'It's Weezy, baby,' the bar is back
Asserting my presence and talent, raising the standard in the game


And the wheels on my car, you gotta order that
My vehicle is customized and unique, something you can't easily acquire


Stop playing, I've been ballin', Jack
Don't underestimate me, I've been highly successful in all aspects


You don't want my Glock sprayin', I hit all them cats
You don't want to experience the consequences of my firearm, I'll defeat all adversaries


You don't want my stomach ache, I shit on them cats
You don't want to face the discomfort and humiliation I'll bring upon you


I get on them cats, Fresh and B, it's all a wrap
I overpower and outshine my rivals, making their defeat certain


If I'm the only Hot Boy, then what do you call that?
Being the sole representative of the Hot Boyz, it solidifies my status and dominance


You don't want to fuck with Weezy (no, you don't, no, you don't, no, you don't)
Engaging with me would lead to undesirable consequences and defeat


Okay, okay, nigga
Acknowledging the presence of another individual


Bitch what? I'll bust ya ass up (nigga)
Challenging someone disrespectfully, warning them of the consequences


Don't even go there round, niggas get your cash up
Don't even attempt to compete, improve your financial situation first


We probably need to clash up (probably)
It's likely that a confrontational encounter is necessary


This shit got me 'bout ass up (what?)
This situation has me highly disoriented and confused


They finding niggas in they shit with they ass up
They're discovering individuals in compromising and vulnerable positions


It ain't October 31st but we gon' mask up and guess what, ayy
Although it's not Halloween, we're still going to conceal our identities and cause havoc


You know I heard they got some nice chains
I've been informed about the presence of valuable necklaces


And for the right price, I'll bust the right brain
For a suitable payment, I'll cause significant harm to someone's intellect


And mommy hot 'cause I pull up in that white thang
Females are attracted to me when I arrive in my white vehicle


Oh, but your nigga might be fly but I still get trifling (okay)
Even if your partner appears stylish, I can still outshine and surpass him


Riding through the city just me and my flame (okay)
Cruising through the urban landscape alone with my significant other


Friday night special, professional tight aim (okay)
Having exceptional accuracy and precision with my weapon on Friday nights


A gangsta is who you hearing
The voice and presence you're encountering belongs to a true gangster


Me in my building, with 20 bricks in the ceiling
I'm situated in my residence, concealing a large quantity of drugs for distribution


I'm more real than, I got more scrill than
I'm more authentic and genuine than others, with more money as well


Got more skill than them there
My talents and abilities exceed those of my competitors


I'm a Cash Money Millionaire (Cash Money, bitch)
I've achieved a level of financial success as a member of Cash Money Records


Hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy
I'm a heated and extremely successful individual


Hot, hot, hot boy, hot, hot, hot boy (yessir, Slim, they can't cool me down, baby)
I'm on fire, extremely talented and influential, impossible to dampen


Baby, let me get the keys to the Rover
Give me the authority and access to a luxury car


No, let me get the keys to the house in Eastover
Actually, I'd prefer the keys to the lavish residence in Eastover


So I can throw a 500 Degreez platinum party, then the an after party
I plan to host an extravagant celebration, beginning with a 500 Degreez themed event and followed by an exclusive after-party


My Squad stomping in this bitch, fuck a Kappa party (bitch)
My crew will dominate and make their presence felt, disregarding any fraternity gatherings


Don't go to rapper parties (nope), I'm no rapper man (why?)
I avoid attending events attended by other musicians because I'm not just an ordinary rapper


But when the homies come home, we throw a monster jam
Once my friends are released from prison, we organize a massive and energetic gathering


And all my people tote chrome, we some monsters, man
All of my associates carry firearms, making us intimidating and dangerous individuals


We gone mob to the promised land, I ball big, I'm a Tymer man
We'll move together as a powerful force towards prosperity, and personally, I live a luxurious and successful lifestyle


Son of a Stunna, baby girl fuck with a hustler
I'm the offspring of an influential and accomplished individual, and ladies are attracted to my ambition and drive


Weezy keep it gutter for ya, Baby Bubba
Lil' Wayne maintains his authenticity and rawness, just for you, my dear


Baby blue Mercedes Coupe, got it bulletproof
I own a bulletproof, luxury car in a striking baby blue shade


Make me shoot my 80 duke at your fucking roof
I'm willing to fire my weapon recklessly, causing damage to your property


You're fuckin' with a big dog, nigga fuckin' roof
You're dealing with a powerful and dominant individual, your world will be turned upside down


Mr. S-fucking-Q, I'm the fucking truth
I am the epitome of excellence and authenticity, the ultimate reality


Three stripes, baby, Nikes lot of ice buckets (oof)
Referring to Adidas shoes, I have numerous expensive accessories and jewelry


That's 500 Degreez
This is the pinnacle of heat, intensity, and success, reaching the highest temperature


500, 500 (500, man, they can't cool me down)
Emphasizing the extreme level of heat and success, impossible to be diminished or extinguished


500, 500 (I mean, it's burning through the package, people, this is 500 degrees, get it right)
Stressing the intensity and magnitude, this level of heat can't be mistaken or underestimated


Degrees (know what I'm sayin'?)
Referring to temperature, intensity, and the extreme level of success




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: B. Thomas, Dwayne Carter

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alecia


on Lollipop

good song

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