Tác giả : Juvenile
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
(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