Solja Rags radio Version Lyrics by Juvenile

Solja Rags radio Version Lyrics

    (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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