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JUVENILE lyrics : "Solja Rag (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 !@%!e
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 !@$) 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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