Papa Lil Soldier
Title | Papa Lil Soldier |
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Artist | 40 Glocc |
Album | The Jakal |
Release Date | 2003 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] What up dog Papa's lil soldier Dr. Dre, smoke some wich ya boi nigga It's noth'n We keep it crackin' Papa's lil soldier You like me? Papa's lil soldier 40 Glocc, Jakal nigga [Verse 1] I rap pack back slap cats in they jaws, give a fuck 'bout y'all Rap, rap, raws, get stepped on with my all stars on Cars get blown, get trip talked wrong Floss on 22-inch rims wit chrome Flip bricks back home with my washrag on Catch ya body try me, got brownie gloves on And bitches can't clown me, got ice all on And a rocks in they jaw freeze a block when its warm Boy, watch when he come, it's like war on Desert Storm Blowin' up spots like a mini Vietnam With heat in his palm when he reach back, bomb Prefer wet bomb, 40 Glocc, bronze on Death con, teflon Bomb Voltron Shoot shots at cops, get sprayed on Keep T-shirts, french braids, blue Chucks on [Chorus] The streets is filled with war and heat I pray to you until my day of defeat Mr. papa little soldier Woah, why, no The streets is filled with war and heat I pray to you until my day of defeat Mr. papa little soldier Woah, why, no You might also like[Verse 2] I hit hard, and rip shit when I spit bars Flip cars, and get stuck up in the pit fall I hit y'all, and bounce balls off walls And git grained on when the raindrops fall And git crossed out when I scratch with claws Go to jail, don't tell, nigga take that charge Make bail, then yell "fuck them laws!" Keep work, inch raws, make sales, then pause Think, then ball with riders on call Wit clips in chrome, spit shit out grown Cop that weight and flip them zones Rock that six and whip that chrome And like sitcoms nigga get ya clown on Turn the beat up and get ya bounce on Shake the ground wit ya pounds On the pound on And lounge wit ya sounds on, get thous on [Chorus] The streets is filled with war and heat I pray to you until my day of defeat Mr. papa lil soldier Woah, why, no The streets is filled with war and heat I pray to you until my day of defeat Mr. papa lil soldier Woah, why, no [Verse 3] I rock shows Pack rockets when I pop toes Po goes, the weasel when I pop foes I pimp hoes, get shit stripped hoes Tip-toe through ya window with my steel toes Eat gumbo, pot roast, down South yo Pop Christal, get wild on the East Coast And let the crops grow in the backyard, bro Weed blow, hydro, I stay low like woah Dre on the beat, it ain't so Swoop up the street in a blue range rove Break bread with my kinfolk And lay low with my pesos, play broke, and still break hoes [Chorus] The streets is filled with war and heat I pray to you until my day of defeat Mr. papa lil soldier Woah, why, no The streets is filled with war and heat I pray to you until my day of defeat Mr. papa's lil soldier Woah, why, no |