Hip Hop Soldier - Sir Mix-A-Lot

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