40 Glocc - Papa Lil Soldier lyrics

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

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 it's 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

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

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

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

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 Christal, 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

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