"Solja Rag" lyrics

You 'bout that paper?
You on top?
You handling business?
You doing swell?
Down with yo' niggas to the finish?
Are you willing?
To hit the streets up and make a killing?
Are you a villain?
Pushing a Bentley making millions?
Do you do your time?
Without ratting on your partners?
Do you kill your beef?
With a pistol or a chopper?
Is you the man?
Do you pay all of your bills?
Did you make a plan?
And won't stop 'til it fulfilled?
Can you handle coke?
Can you handle dope?
Ain't afraid to go?
Even though you know?
Look... little 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?
Putting New Orleans on the map!
You brush ya teeth?
You on them hoes?
You got them Rees on ya feet?
With them Girbauds?

Then you a soulja nigga, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Then you a soulja nigga, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Then you a soulja nigga, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Then you a soulja nigga, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag

Now what's happening with you?
You knocking them heads off too?
You do what a player do?
You fuck in the Rochambeau?
You ain't scared to blast?
When you got that iron with you
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 the people?
And hot-wire your Regal?
You 'bout that evil?
Look...
You on some ignorant shit?
When that ho get flip
Now can you punish the bitch?
You like them Beamers?
You like them Benz 500s?
You like them Hummers?
You like them big fine womens?
You a player ain't ya?
None of these bitch niggas 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 the streets
You got them Reeboks on your feet?

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 solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Throw up a solja rag
Then you a soulja nigga, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Then you a soulja nigga, put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag

Is you a paper chaser?
You got your block on fire?
Remaining a G?
Until the moment you expire?
You know what it is?
To make nothing outta something?
You handle your biz?
And don't be crying
And it's something
Your niggas is in ya?
You got your girlfriends with you?
Since you was a kid?
You was a instant wig-splitter?
You twinkle your slug?
You ain't no bitch huh?
You stomping ya box in the mud?
A Hot Boy microwave oven
Tattooed up, booted up
None of you bitches loving
Your windows are tinted?
You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it?
You don't fuck with them Nike tennis?
You play with Berrettas?
You sleep in the Royal Sonesta?
You won't fuck Vanessa?
You got choppers up on ya dresser?
You believe in God?
But can you handle it when it's hard?
And represent your ward?
You be stalking the boulevard?

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
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Throw up a solja rag
Put up a solja rag
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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