CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Soldier (Remix)
Flippin', you should feel safe inside
The '84 with Delta '88 with eight inside (What?)
Don't be scared, just ridin', fall back now
If the cops rush us then we'll discuss it
Tilted, open the glove and pa** the Dutches
Got some ooey-gooey Bluey from my man, [?], you'll love it
We'll ride through the land, you show me off to the public
Recognize real ghetto vision, baby, you gotta love it
We like them boys that be in them 'Lacs leanin' (Leanin')
Open their mouth, their grill glеamin' (Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and (Clean and)
Thеy always be talkin' that country slang we like
They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' (Beatin')
Eyes be so low from their chiefin' (Chiefin')
I love how he keep my body screamin' (Screamin')
A rude boy that's good to me, wit' street credibility
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
We like them boys up top from the B.K. (B.K.)
Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways)
Always ridin' big on the freeway (Freeway)
Wit' that east coast slang that us country girls, we like
Low-cut Caesars with the deep waves (Deep waves)
So quick to snatch up your Beyoncé (Your Beyoncé)
Always comin' down, poppin' our way (Uh, our way)
Tellin' us that country girls the kind of girls they like (Okay)
If his status ain't hood (Ain't hood)
You found it
The king of the underground, ain't no gettin' around it (Huh)
You can find me in the ghetto on the corner, surrounded
By graduates of the school of hard knocks that I founded (Okay)
Came with the drill, hold down the black like he's asphalt
And when it's drummin' time, I go harder than John Ashcroft
Ain't nothin' you can pa** up, pa** down or pa** off
A certified gangsta that be (What?) reppin' his a** off
Straight outta P-A-T, the land of the trill (Trill)
Got one hand grippin' the grain, one hand on the steel (Steel)
Baby, tell me, how does it feel to roll with a G? (G)
Chuckin' deuces out the window, screamin', "Free Pimp C" (C)
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood (Ain't hood)
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna take care of me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
Don't mind takin' one for me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna spend that on me (Where they at? Uh-huh)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at? (Uh-huh)
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me (Where they at? West coast)
See, I'm a soldier, but I don't f**k with Iraq
I f**k with young tender things with plenty of back
I f**k with greenbacks, baby, and I put them in stacks
Tell yo' daddy that that crazy-a** n***a is back
Tell them— boys over there they lookin' strong tonight (Strong tonight)
Can't possibly understand how fly we are
When we hit the bar, n***a, with them big cigars
I'll stomp your ex man out for a little PR
B*t*hes lookin', pu**y cookin' 'cause they know who we are
If you don't like my face, b*t*h, look at my car
Twenty-two's on that thang if you wanna get wit' me
Ghetto love, this some sh*t like Bobby and Whitney, c'mon
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood (Ain't hood)
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
The '84 with Delta '88 with eight inside (What?)
Don't be scared, just ridin', fall back now
If the cops rush us then we'll discuss it
Tilted, open the glove and pa** the Dutches
Got some ooey-gooey Bluey from my man, [?], you'll love it
We'll ride through the land, you show me off to the public
Recognize real ghetto vision, baby, you gotta love it
We like them boys that be in them 'Lacs leanin' (Leanin')
Open their mouth, their grill glеamin' (Gleamin')
Candy paint, keep that whip clean and (Clean and)
Thеy always be talkin' that country slang we like
They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' (Beatin')
Eyes be so low from their chiefin' (Chiefin')
I love how he keep my body screamin' (Screamin')
A rude boy that's good to me, wit' street credibility
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
We like them boys up top from the B.K. (B.K.)
Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways)
Always ridin' big on the freeway (Freeway)
Wit' that east coast slang that us country girls, we like
Low-cut Caesars with the deep waves (Deep waves)
So quick to snatch up your Beyoncé (Your Beyoncé)
Always comin' down, poppin' our way (Uh, our way)
Tellin' us that country girls the kind of girls they like (Okay)
If his status ain't hood (Ain't hood)
You found it
The king of the underground, ain't no gettin' around it (Huh)
You can find me in the ghetto on the corner, surrounded
By graduates of the school of hard knocks that I founded (Okay)
Came with the drill, hold down the black like he's asphalt
And when it's drummin' time, I go harder than John Ashcroft
Ain't nothin' you can pa** up, pa** down or pa** off
A certified gangsta that be (What?) reppin' his a** off
Straight outta P-A-T, the land of the trill (Trill)
Got one hand grippin' the grain, one hand on the steel (Steel)
Baby, tell me, how does it feel to roll with a G? (G)
Chuckin' deuces out the window, screamin', "Free Pimp C" (C)
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood (Ain't hood)
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna take care of me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
Don't mind takin' one for me (Where they at?)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at?
They wanna spend that on me (Where they at? Uh-huh)
I know some soldiers in here
Where they at? Where they at? (Uh-huh)
Wouldn't mind puttin' that on me (Where they at? West coast)
See, I'm a soldier, but I don't f**k with Iraq
I f**k with young tender things with plenty of back
I f**k with greenbacks, baby, and I put them in stacks
Tell yo' daddy that that crazy-a** n***a is back
Tell them— boys over there they lookin' strong tonight (Strong tonight)
Can't possibly understand how fly we are
When we hit the bar, n***a, with them big cigars
I'll stomp your ex man out for a little PR
B*t*hes lookin', pu**y cookin' 'cause they know who we are
If you don't like my face, b*t*h, look at my car
Twenty-two's on that thang if you wanna get wit' me
Ghetto love, this some sh*t like Bobby and Whitney, c'mon
If his status ain't hood
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean
If his status ain't hood (Ain't hood)
I ain't checkin' for him
Better be street if he lookin' at me
I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Gotta know to get dough
And he better be street
