In varying combinations, the other three Hot Boyz appear on almost half of the album’s 13 songs. If it didn’t, this writer would be a Hot Boy too instead of just writing about them. But you’d best believe that it takes talent. Juvenile chants/sings/raps his lyrics in a deceptively simple way that makes you think maybe you could be a rapper. Repeatedly.ĭespite these limitations, what keeps 400 Degreez interesting is style. (Get it? Both syllables.) His topics are basic and you’ve heard it all before – wine, women, weapons. His idea of a complex rhyme is status and at/us. Juvenile raps are strictly rhyme/rhyme, switch. If you’re looking for complex rhyme schemes, complicated flows or advanced subject matter, keep looking. “Ha” may be either a subtly nuanced work of genius or a beautiful accident. Some of “Ha” is just life – “Some of your partners dope fiends, huh?/You don’t really wanna fuck wit’ them niggas, huh?/You come up wit’ them niggas, huh?/You stuck wit’ them niggas, huh?” Some of “Ha” is criminal – “You know how to work a triple beam, huh?/It ain’t hard as it seems, huh?” Some of “Ha” is cruel – “That ho don’t know when to shut her mouth up, huh?/You gon’ knock that ho teeth out, huh?” Some of “Ha” is funny – “That’s you that can’t keep a ol’ lady ’cause you keep fuckin’ her friends, huh?” “I can’t go tonight, no.” “The test was hard, yeah.” Or as Juvenile begins “Ha”: “That’s you with that bad-ass Benz, huh?” (It’s written “Ha.” He means “Huh?” As in: “Right? Don’t you agree? Isn’t it so?”) “Ha” is the first single – an updated, remodeled and better version of Juvenile’s regional hit, “Solja Rag.” New Orleanians have an odd habit of adding affirmative or declarative words at the end of sentences. But to those who live in and around the Magnolia Housing Project of Uptown New Orleans, not only can Juvenile rap, Juvenile and his fellow Hot Boyz – B.G., Lil’ Wayne and Turk – are rap. He’s bilingual.įolks outside of New Orleans have also said that Juvenile can’t rap. It’s New Orleans Third Ward Ghetto – a second language. Maybe it’s because some of his favorite words have no written equivalent, or precise meaning – words like whoalay or shipe. Maybe it’s how he randomly adds and subtracts syllables. Folks from places other than New Orleans have said that Juvenile raps like he’s deaf.
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