Текст песни Juvenile - Solja Rags (radio version)
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(helicoptor sound)Juvenile:You `bout dat paperYou on top You handlin` businessYou doin` swellDown with yo` partners to da finishAre you willin`To hit da streetz up and make a killin`Are you a villainPushin` a Bentley makin` millionsDo you do your timeWithout rattin` on your partnersDo you kill your beefWith a pistol or a chopperIs you da manDo you pay all of your billsDid you make a planAnd won`t stop `till it`s fulfilledCan you handle cokeCan you handle dopeAin`t afraid to goEven though you knowYa daddy, look yaDo you take care of yo` kidsIs it clean in yo` cribCan`t you stand to eat some ribsAin`t it scandalous how we liveYou ball with Cash MoneyDo you like Manny FreshAin`t it jive how I rapPuttin` New Orleans on the mapYou brush ya teethYou on dem hoesYou got dem Ree`s on ya feetWith them GirbaudsChorus x4:Then you a solja partner, put up a solja rag!!!Throw up a solja ragPut up a solja ragJuvenile:Now what`s happenin` wit` youYou knockin` them heads off tooYou do what a playa doYou work in the RochambeauYou ain`t scared to blastWhen you got dat iron wit yaDo ya twerk it fastYou acts a foolYou got ya ski maskAnd ya solja ragLook... You ready to blow a bagCan you hustle like it`s legalCan you avoid da peopleAnd hotwire a RegalYou `bout that evilLook...You on a ignorant tripWhen ya girl get flipDo you deal with her lipYou like them BeamersYou like them Benz 500sYou like thmem HummersYou like them big fine womensYou a playa ain`t yaNone of these cowards out could fade yaThe ghetto made yaDope fiends and junkies raised yaDo you sleep in suitesDo you go shopping every weekWhen you hit da streetzYou got dem Reeboks on your feetChorusJuvenile:Is you a paper chaserYou got your block on fireRemainin` a GUntil the moment you expireYou know what it isTo make nothin` outta somethin`You handle your bizAnd don`t be cryin` And sufferin`Your playaz is wit yaYou got your girlfriends wit yaSince you was a kid,You was a instant wig-splitterYou twinkle your slugYou ain`t no coward huhYou stompin` ya box in the mudA Hot Boy microwave ovenTatooted up, booted upNone of these sissys lovin`Your windows are tintedYou got a g and a half and you ready to spend itYou don`t mess with them Nike tennis?You play with BarettasYou got choppers up on the dresserYou sleep in the Royal SonestaYou wanna hit VanessaYou believe in GODBut can you handle it when its hardAnd represent your wardYou be stalkin` the boulevardChorusThen you a soljaThen you a soljaThen you a soljaThen you a soljaYou a solja partner, put up a solja ragPut up a solja ragPut up a solja ragNow march playa stepNow march playa stepNow march playa stepNow march playa stepNow march playa stepNow march playa stepNow march playa stepNow march playa stepPut up a solja ragPut up a solja ragDon`t be no fag boy!Put up a solja ragCome blow a bag boy!Put up a solja ragHolla at me boyPut up a solja rag