Album: Solja Rags

Solja Rag

[Intro: [helicopter sound effects]]

[Verse One:]

You 'bout dat paper
You on top
You handlin' business
You doin' swell
Down with yo' niggaz 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 fulfilled
Can you handle coke
Can you handle dope
Ain't afraid to go
Even though you know
Look... lil' Daddy...
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 track
Ain't it shive how I rap
Puttin' New Orleans on the map!
You brush ya teeth
You on dem hoes
You got dem Ree[bok]s on ya feet
With dem Girbauds

[Chorus1: 4X]

Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!!
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag

[Verse Two:]

Now what's happenin' wit' you
You knockin' dem heads off too
You do what a playa do
You fuck in the Rochambeau
You ain't scared to blast
When you got dat iron witcha
Do you bust his ass
You acts a ass
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 your Regal
You 'bout dat evil
Look...
You on some ignorant shit
When that hoe get flip
Now can you punish da bitch
You like dem Beamers
You like dem Benz 500s
You like dem Hummers
You like dem big fine womens
You a playa ain't ya
None of these bitch niggaz 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 2:]

Then you a SOLJA nigga, put up a solja rag!!
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Put up a soljah rag
Throw up a soljah rag

[Chorus1: 2X]

[Verse Three:]

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 its somethin'
Your niggaz is in ya
You got your girlfriends witcha
Since you was a kid
You was a instant wig-splitter
You twinkle your slug
You ain't no bitch huh
You stompin' ya box in the mud
A Hot Boy microwave oven
Tatooted up, booted up
None of you bitches lovin'
Your windows are tinted
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it
You don't fuck with dem Nike tennis
You play with Barettaz
You sleep in the Royal Sonesta
You won't fuck Vanessa
You got chopperz up on ya dresser
You believe in GOD
But can you handle it when its hard
And represent your ward
You be stalkin' the boulevard

[Chorus 3:]

Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag

[Outro]