Where the Little Souljas At?

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Lil’ Soldiers - Rap, USA

Where the Little Souljas At?

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[Chorus] Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here [Verse 1: Ikeim] I'm the I in the alphabet, illin' on tracks I'm the T in too cool, chillin' like that I'm the gravy on your mashed potatoes, think that you beat Like your piggy bank with pennies when you broke on the streets I'm that class in school you always go to Like your favorite character when you watch cartoons I'm that cat in the third grade talkin' to babes I'm that last Little Debbie that you here to save I'm that television show you don't never wan' miss I'm that rap that you spit when you talkin' to chicks I'm your favorite little snack after takin' a nap The qualified eight-year-old with the dangerous raps [Chorus] Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here [Verse 2] We the S up in serious, real with this We the knuckles pointin' out when you ball your fist We the crackle on the bricks that be hurtin' your feet We the Lil Soldiers doin' it down with Master P We the Para' from the Paradise, put on the map We the best that ever done it, Hot Boys on wax We the A on your paper when you gettin' that grade We the U in that tank with the hint of an A We the speed when you gotta catch the ice-cream truck We that block that you live on, always rough We the key for the handcuff, breakin' the locks Wearin' tanks on our necks 'cause we can't be stopped [Chorus] Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here [Verse 3: Freequan] I'm the rope in the gym you wanna climb up on I'm the rhyme you always singin', now you call me the bomb I'm the F in the place, all up in your face I'm the treble and the bass equalizin' your tape I'm the CD in the store that you 'bout to go get Like a real low price for a nice outfit Like the Xmas Eve night, see, open your eyes Like a juicy cheeseburger with fresh-out fries I'm the lunch ticket card with the nob to guard The youngest rippin' mics now, holdin' it down Like a nice piece of candy when you go out of town We the punches in the round with Beats By the Pound I'm the Lil' Soldier blackin' on every song I'm the one with the twists in my hair, word bond I'm a swing in the park when you come with your pops I'm Freequan the Bomb, my whole album is hot [Chorus] Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where they at? Over there, right here, there they go Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here Where the little soldiers at? Over there, right here There they go, where they at? Over there, right here [Outro: Ikeim] Yo Lil' Soldiers Master P, Snoop Dogg The Fam, everybody We just kickin' rhymes for y'all The kids, the moms, the dads, all of y'all Aunts, uncles, all of y'all We representin' the No Limit Tank My brother Freequan, he here right now Kickin' rhymes with me You understand? I'm a No Limit Soldier, y'all, you understand me? You don't know tanks like that? We throw 'em up, we throw the tanks up We No Limit And it ain't any kind of tank up in here

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