Papa Lil' Soldier

[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

[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 Cristal, 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