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Sir Mix-A-Lot - Hip Hop Soldier lyrics
I'm a hip hop soldier ... I'm a hip hop soldier All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagons Chillin' at the high schools, broke but braggin' Under educated, your style is dated You talk behind my back and your rope's gold-plated But I'm back to take revenge, my beef will never end I'll tear your midsection, 'til your body start to bend Like a pistol, I'm a smokin' I'm crushin', not jokin' Whippin' sissies for a past time, and no I'm never chokin' I blow away suckers with the flicker of my index Not brass monkey, it's a natural reflex Go getter tactics, makin' suckers holla A vicious motherfucker with a rope around my collar I carry lots a cash, I whip a sucker's ass I drive a big Caddy, and I pull the trigger fast Down at Arnold's on the Ave, I fight 'til the death I let you suck my in my chest, and then I break your damn neck I got the cold beats rippin', your needle's not skippin' So many damn weapons that the military's trippin' People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood But you rock heads wish that you could Be a hip hop soldier ... I'm a hip hop soldier Now let's get one thing straight, my weapons are great You 22 automatic suckers are late Got a quarter Moon clip, and a Smith and Wesson I'm about to give you roody-poos a cold gun lesson I'm the wizard of mayhem, master of destruction Got a 44 mag, with the blunt instructions Page 1 says open, page 2 says feel Page 3 says cock, page 4 says kill A mini 14, full combat dress A thirty round clip, and I ain't takin' no mess Cause I'm a rough eyegrasser, a camouflage dresser My M16 has a flasher presser My Sterling mark six , it's funny but it hits It looks sideways but the sucker will kick A pack of dangerous beretta, kinda small but its good Some of you wannabes wish that you could Be a hip hop soldier I'm a hip hop soldier Now I'm about to get go, so I better clean up I'm not avigatin' crime, but you gotta get tough I don't believe in gun control, the theory is proven Give a criminal a gun, and your public is losin' For you gotta fight back, cause the pigs ain't black No protection in your section, now it's time to act A 22 won't due, you need rapid fire I'm a ammo gum gun buyer Big battle rifles, can make a suckers day You mess around with me so lot, you might get blown away Wearin' 5 gold rings, never intimidated In Seattle they are jealous, cause a brother has made it But they don't mess with me, cause they might get Iked I'm not a gay rapper, I don't like to get knifed The devil made me do it, and I wannabe good Don't you roody-poos wish that you could Be a hip hop soldier ... I'm a hip hop soldier ... I'm a hip hop soldier ... I'm runnin' hollow point bullets, in my 38 So if you plan to get ill, you better stay in your place Cause I'm not a game player, I'm just a rhyme sayer My vigilante group includes my mayor I pack two uzis cause they stop all crime You might get yours, but don't let me get mine I never beat woman, romance is better If a freak wants to leave, boy you might as well let her West coast rappers we all bust hard When we chillin' on the set, we never need a bodyguard People in Seattle hate me, cause I'm not like a hood Some of you wannabes wish that you could Be a hip hop soldier ... I'm a hip hop soldier ... I'm a hip hop soldier |
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