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Juvenile Solja Rags Here are the song lyrics for Solja Rags by Juvenile. For more excellent Juvenile lyrics, run a search! (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 wont stop till its fulfilled Can you handle coke Can you handle dope Aint afraid to go Even though you know Ya daddy, look ya Do you take care of yo kids Is it clean in yo crib Cant you stand to eat some ribs Aint it scandalous how we live You ball with cash money Do you like manny fresh Aint it jive how I rap Puttin new orleans on the map You brush ya teeth You on dem hoes You got dem rees 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 whats happenin wit you You knockin them heads off too You do what a playa do You work in the rochambeau You aint 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 its 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 aint 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 dont 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 aint 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 dont 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 Dont 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
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