(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