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Tuesday, 26 September 2017
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Juvenile - Letras


Solja Rags - Album




Solja Rags (radio Version)


 







(helicoptor sound)


Juvenile:


You 'bout dat paper


You on top


You handlin' business


You doin' swell


Down with yo' partners to da finish


Are you willin'


To hit da streetz up and make a killin'


Are you a villain


Pushin' a Bentley makin' millions


Do you do your time


Without rattin' on your partners


Do you kill your beef


With a pistol or a chopper


Is you da man


Do you pay all of your bills


Did you make a plan


And won't stop 'till it's fulfilled


Can you handle coke


Can you handle dope


Ain't afraid to go


Even though you know


Ya daddy, look ya


Do you take care of yo' kids


Is it clean in yo' crib


Can't you stand to eat some ribs


Ain't it scandalous how we live


You ball with Cash Money


Do you like Manny Fresh


Ain't it jive how I rap


Puttin' New Orleans on the map


You brush ya teeth


You on dem hoes


You got dem Ree's on ya feet


With them Girbauds





Chorus x4:





Then you a solja partner, put up a solja rag!!!


Throw up a solja rag


Put up a solja rag





Juvenile:


Now what's happenin' wit' you


You knockin' them heads off too


You do what a playa do


You work in the Rochambeau


You ain't scared to blast


When you got dat iron wit ya


Do ya twerk it fast


You acts a fool


You got ya ski mask


And ya solja rag


Look...


You ready to blow a bag


Can you hustle like it's legal


Can you avoid da people


And hotwire a Regal


You 'bout that evil


Look...


You on a ignorant trip


When ya girl get flip


Do you deal with her lip


You like them Beamers


You like them Benz 500s


You like thmem Hummers


You like them big fine womens


You a playa ain't ya


None of these cowards out could fade ya


The ghetto made ya


Dope fiends and junkies raised ya


Do you sleep in suites


Do you go shopping every week


When you hit da streetz


You got dem Reeboks on your feet





Chorus





Juvenile:


Is you a paper chaser


You got your block on fire


Remainin' a G


Until the moment you expire


You know what it is


To make nothin' outta somethin'


You handle your biz


And don't be cryin'


And sufferin'


Your playaz is wit ya


You got your girlfriends wit ya


Since you was a kid,


You was a instant wig-splitter


You twinkle your slug


You ain't no coward huh


You stompin' ya box in the mud


A Hot Boy microwave oven


Tatooted up, booted up


None of these sissys lovin'


Your windows are tinted


You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it


You don't mess with them Nike tennis?


You play with Barettas


You got choppers up on the dresser


You sleep in the Royal Sonesta


You wanna hit Vanessa


You believe in GOD


But can you handle it when its hard


And represent your ward


You be stalkin' the boulevard





Chorus





Then you a solja


Then you a solja


Then you a solja


Then you a solja


You a solja partner, put up a solja rag


Put up a solja rag


Put up a solja rag


Now march playa step


Now march playa step


Now march playa step


Now march playa step


Now march playa step


Now march playa step


Now march playa step


Now march playa step


Put up a solja rag


Put up a solja rag


Don't be no fag boy!


Put up a solja rag


Come blow a bag boy!


Put up a solja rag


Holla at me boy


Put up a solja rag










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