Big Remo - Soldier Lyrics
[Intro: 2Pac]In hip hop the nigga is still livingThe nigga that does all the dirt is still living so[Big Remo]It's real nigga shit[2Pac]That might be that hero shitThat goes back to Africans telling stories and shitYou know, we"re just passing that heroLike a soldier though[Verse 1: Big Remo]I had a dreamSomething like Martin Luther the KingAnd I could see itRight before my eyes, and it was wildI could be itOnly if I tried a little meanerMake my momma a believerWe were riding out to PhoenixIn a little limo leaseNah, it was a rental car from Big HomieFor a vacay, but I had my demo on meNow pause, this was 1994I'm living on the west side, Tre-FoIn Phoenix met a nigga, he was from the Tre-FoIn the same hotel, and we became folksHe said he never heard such wordsAnd I'm from homeAnd my voice was strong, had spunk like StalloneI was wet behind the earsHeadlights to a deerBuckshots to a nigga with a gauge with the penSo I figured I'd roll with him[?] weekendWould be mom be the purpose of the ride to Phoenix?All the gas in this mother*****ing rental we spentIn a four cylinder, a horse could beat if he sprint niggaBut I was born to feel like God touched a nigga's spiritI remember it like a dreamMartin Luther King[2Pac]We could never take the stance, which was our true stanceTo be straight soldiers, straight warriorsUntil hip hop cameIt was alright for a nigga to say ***** y'allWe'll do what the ***** we want[Verse 2: HaLo]PeepWords of a daily scribePalestinian thoughts through Israeli eyesMost complaints from those who have barely triedI dream this everyday before my daily riseFried from fuchsia colored budsThat loosen up the lugs, gave brews a couple chugs(mumbles the next rhyme scheme)And Boo is a buttercupWe cool and cuddle upThe roundest bubble buttWe clown and cut it upThe sounds of summer yep, yep, yepOld rules, no rules when you run it butGot to sell the dream, sell the fameWrapped in cellophaneSend them all back from where the hell you camePropeller plane fly, plotting on towns to gainIt's easy when the whole world sounds the sameStrange, I can't get out this rainStrange, I can't get out this rainSun showers are a sign of the powerThis expedition the trim is Eddie BauerNow or never got to get it togetherFor better or worse, Velveeta this cheddarYes sirCollected and cleverWhen communicating this criteria all togetherNo, you would never navigate a nautical knotWithout your crew's Capitan calling the shotsNow who's hot?And Boo is a buttercupWe cool and cuddle upThe roundest bubble buttNow who's hot?Now who's hot?Now who's hot?
