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