Hip Hop Soldier Lyrics - Sir Mixalot

I'm a hip hop soldier ... 

I'm a hip hop soldier 

All you wannabe gangstas, drivin' Volkswagens 

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