Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop Soldier, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Swass, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1987
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: American
Song language: English
Hip Hop Soldier |
| 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 |