Juvenile - Solja Rag lyrics

Intro: [helicopter sound effects] Verse one: You 'bout dat paper? You on top? You handlin' business? You doin' swell? Down with yo' n***az to da finish? Are you willin'? To hit da streetz up and make a k**in'? Are you a villain? Pushin' a bentley makin' millions? Do you do your time? Without rattin' on your partners? Do you k** 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 fulfilled? Can you handle coke? Can you handle dope? Ain't afraid to go? Even though you know? Look... lil' 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? Puttin' new orleans on the map! You brush ya teeth? You on dem hoes? You got dem ree[bok]s on ya feet? With dem girbauds? Chorus1: 4x Then you a solja n***a, put up a solja rag!!! Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Verse two: Now what's happenin' wit' you? You knockin' dem heads off too? You do what a playa do? You f** in the rochambeau? You ain't scared to blast? When you got dat iron witcha Do you bust his a**? You acts a a**? 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 your regal? You 'bout dat evil? Look... You on some ignorant sh**? When that hoe get flip Now can you punish da b**h? You like dem beamers? You like dem benz 500s? You like dem hummers? You like dem big fine womens? You a playa ain't ya? None of these b**h n***az 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 2: Then you a solja n***a, 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 soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Put up a soljah rag Throw up a soljah rag Chorus1: 2x Verse three: 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 its somethin' Your n***az is in ya? You got your girlfriends witcha? Since you was a kid? You was a instant wig-splitter? You twinkle your slug? You ain't no b**h huh? You stompin' ya box in the mud? A hot boy microwave oven Tatooted up, booted up None of you b**hes lovin' Your windows are tinted? You got a g and a half and you ready to spend it? You don't f** with dem nike tennis? You play with barettaz? You sleep in the royal sonesta? You won't f** vanessa? You got chopperz up on ya dresser? You believe in god? But can you handle it when its hard? And represent your ward? You be stalkin' the boulevard? Chorus 3: 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 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 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 [outro]