Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magnolia, artist - Soulja Slim. Album song Years Later A Few Months Later, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 25.08.2003
Record label: Eone
Song language: English
Magnolia |
| The streets made me, you know they did, 6th Street, Magnolia Street, c’mon |
| M… A…G…N…O.L, I, A, thats the home where the souljas stay |
| You niggas claim to be a soulja, but you souljas ain’t no souljas |
| I told ya and I showed ya, I’m a soulja for life |
| Now what you hear is what you get, from a nigga like me |
| Uncut, raw shit, all I know is the streets |
| I got these niggas wearing soulja reeboks and soulja rags |
| I had these niggas off the porch in '94, snortin' powder bags |
| Magnolia Slim underground, Soulja Slim to the world |
| It’s all the same, don’t get it twisted, still uncut and explicit |
| Uptown’s where I’m listed, look me up in the 3rd Ward |
| You might find me on the Parkway between Dourgenois and Broad |
| Smokin' herb, by the curb, but I ain’t gone chill for too long though |
| Cause on that there block, them white folks be hot |
| Shoot up to wards Claybourne, make a left cut through Exon |
| Now I’m on Willow Street, the spot where the killers be |
| That’s where I layed my head for years, I’m a representa |
| And I ain’t talkin' bout this rap shit, nigga respect it or I’ll send ya |
| I’m soulja this, I’m soulja that, nigga what, I played the halls |
| Ran through the cut, 6 Co. fa’sho, The Circle, the killin' field |
| Where the killers chill, on the real, that been my spot since I was lil' |
| I can’t tell these d’s to chill, since Shorty Mike got killed |
| Open wound still soaked, it’s gone heal |
| I run with trill niggas, we don’t take no shit |
| If you got it, you better hide it, I still pull off robberies |
| Ain’t a damn thing gravy, ain’t a damn thing sweet |
| My beef they beef, they beef my beef |
| 6 Co. nigga, 6 Co., Cut Throat nigga, screamin' Cut Throat |
| I’m screamin' I’m a soulja cause I mean it nigga |
| From my black soulja reeboks to my beanie nigga |
| I soulja walk and talk crazy to these bitch niggas |
| Its in my blood, what the fuck, I’mma blast that trigga |
| What you forgot, with the murder charge in '96 |
| Without no evidence, I ain’t even do the shit, not guilty |
| You niggas should’ve been killed me |
| I done came up, me and my souljas bout to fuck the game up, be cool |
| M… A…G…N…O.L, I, A, thats the home where the souljas stay |
| Cut Throat Comitty, the streets made me, the streets made me |
| Motherfuckers better know |