Where Da Lil Soldiers At?
Lil Soldiers From Boot Camp Typed by The_Shocker12@hotmail.com
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
I'm the I up in the alphabet illing on the tracks
I'm the T in too cool chilling like that
I'm the gravy on your mashpotatos just to get you beef
Like you piggy banking pennies when you walk on the streets
I'm that class at school you always go to
Like your favorite character when you watch cartoons
I'm that cat in the 3rd talking to babes
I'm that last school day that you fear to save
That television show that you never would miss
I'm that rap that you spit when you talking to chicks
I'm your favorite little snack after taking a nap
to qualified eight year old with some dangerous rats
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
We the S up in cereal real with this
We the nuckles pointing out when you ball your fist
We the cracks on the bricks that be hurting your feet
We the Little Soldiers doing it down with Master P
We the power from the paradise put in up on the map
We the best that ever done it hot bullets on wax
We the A on your paper when you getting that grade
We the youth on the tank when they hitting grenades
We the speed that you catch when you gotta catch the ice cream truck
We the block that you live on always rough
We the key to the handcuff breaking out of the lock
Wearing tanks around our necks cause we cant be stopped
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
I'm the rope in the gym you wanna climb up on
I'm the line you always singing now you call me the bomb
I'm the S in the place all up in your face
I'm the tribble and the bass equalizing your cast
I'm the CD in the store that you bout to go get
Like a real low price for a nice outfit
Like on Christmas Eve night see open your eyes
Like a juicy cheese burger with fresh out fries
I'm the lunch ticket call when announcements go on
The youngest with the mic's now holding it down
Like a nice piece of change when you go out of town
We the punches in the round with beats by the pound
I'm the Little Soldier blacking on every song
I'm the one with the twist when my hairbrush born
I'm swinging your part when you approach your pops
I'm Zyquan the bomb my whole album is hot
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea, there they go
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Where da Little Soldiers at
Over there, right chea, there they go
Where they at, over there, right chea
Yo, Little Soldiers, Master P, Snoop Dogg, the fans, everybody.
We just kicking rhymes for y'all.
Your kid, your mom, your dad, all of y'all.
Your aunts, uncles, all of y'all.
We representing the No Limit Tank.
My brother Vequan he here right now kicking rhymes with me. You understand, I'm a No Limit Soldier, y'all understand me?
You don't tanks like that we throw 'em up.
We throw the tanks up.
We No Limit, it ain't any kind of tanks up in here.
Copyright 1999-2000 Da No Limit Battlefield
Owned by JC and Da No Limit Battlefield only.
If you want to use my lyrics, email me at JC.
Song:Tank In My Hand
Album:Book Camp
Artist:Lil'Soldiers f:Mia-X
DONT HAVE
Song:I Aint Livin Right
Album:Boot Camp
Artist:Lil' Soldiers f:Ghetto Commission
DONT HAVE
Close 2 You
Lil Soldiers From Boot Camp Typed by JCIzDaMan@aol.com
Uh..Yeah..(Bojangles) Everyday when I wake Up! I be feeling u in my heart..Lovin u forever u know what I;m saying?
Thats Why I made this for u too MA.
Small Soldiers
Im yat kat mom got u and me got pops and me a lil crazy
But Im still your baby
With The eyes like you
That be so full of tears when my pops come through
Mom I love you, don't be mad at me Im just a seed
And you know when I bleed plus you know what I need
Every Year I'm a be here lovin' you back
When I sign a contract with our friend the mack
Couldnt wait til my first break to cut me plate
Now we flying over lakes eating T-Bone stakes
I'm 7 now, when I'm 10 I'm a cop you a benz
And for mothers day do a show for ur friends
Chorus(x2)
(MO B DICK in Background)
Im Close 2 u, CLose 2 u mom u my star
If I ever have to go it wont be far
I love u mom fa everything that you do
I'm a always be your baby mom Im close to you
(Mama!! I'll love u for the rest of my life)
Close 2 u like ur own nose, even pop knows
I aint never leavin my mom but it dont matter doe
U price this, I buy my first **** I wrote on my own
Planifie the whole world cashed in our home
Never leave u alone mom, I know its been rough
But I'm making hits now and its all about us
???? and u I trust
Mom, your lil man, I'm so in love wit you so true everything you do
Get us out the projects we live there too
Thats my word to you ma
I neva forget how I look across the right, don't sweat
Pops come dont wet, gettin all upset
When it looks like ima fall choose careful steps
Loving you, you see, Still yo baby
Close 2 u til I fly wipe your tears
Dont cry
Chorus(x2)
(Mo B Dick in bacground)
Every moms in the world feel dis yo.
Every moms in da world feel dis yo.
Every moms in da world feel dis yo.
Yo(yoyo) yo take care yall moms!!.
TAKE CARE 'f yall moms!!! Foreva ma!, Lil Soldiers!
Master P hook this up for us yall! Yo Pops!...Gotta keep dis real (song fade out...........)
Copyright 1999-2000 Da No Limit Battlefield
Owned by JC and Da No Limit Battlefield only.
If you want to use my lyrics, email me at JC.
School On Lock
Lil Soldiers From Boot Camp Typed by Gabe_00@hotmail.com
Yeah, all my tank doggs
Salute my squad ya'll
For Quan, you heard that Pavo
Alburn ya'll, now dance with this beat yo
All this money, eh gotta get it
Ya heard me?
I'm in the 2nd grade, used to rock face
Got my braids back just to show it just to let 'em roll
I know it's a payback, when I'm home or my way
Caps, lil brace used to stay back
Second grade is where the fun is at
We be gettin' stacks with ya'll and stan jack
Can't hear ya'll, holler back
Whoa, you wanna call us off, look here
Third graders got the player around the whole school year
This school lock down your third grade style
We be rollin' out ya'll in a single file
Meanwhile all the kids in my grade drink lemonade
They pay now holler if you hear me
One time for all my third grade compadres
Two times for all the girls that be gettin' it
Three times for all the dimes on the subway
Yeah stay lay when you talk please don't spray
Chorus
3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
5th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st and the 6th grade don't stop
2nd grade got the school on lock
3rd grade got the school on lock
4th grade got the school on lock
But you can't forget the 1st and the 6th grade don't stop
I got to school lookin' cool, not a fool
Whoa, ya'll forget what 2nd graders do
Two smooth and a hard plan
Gen-yo-bwa, who who
That's the car, yes yes, ya'll
Feind Quan the bomb doing it, flippin' it
???? english are you feeling this
That means my lyrics is mad style
You can walk by all the girl be saying hi
Timmy the F-R-double E
Key way in, in the 2rd g-r-a-d-e
Whoa, who want it bad, do you want it bare
Badla got the horse in the saddle
Anywho
Chorus x2
Copyright 1999-2000 Da No Limit Battlefield
Owned by JC and Da No Limit Battlefield only.
If you want to use my lyrics, email me at JC.
Song:Get Up
Album:Boot Camp
Artist:Lil' Soldiers
DONT HAVE
Mama Needs A New Blouse
Lil Soldiers f/ Short Circuit From Boot Camp Typed by LilDogg@aol.com
[Ikeim]
You first heard of us on the Mean Green joint
Drop the first hot single now yall getting the point
We was here many years ago with same flow
If you seen us in your town probably doin a show
Keep it real and let you know it ain't all about dough
But it is about the kids with power to go
Mind ya own biz you don't like my flow
Find a spot to live cause the bomb gon' blow
We like spiderman superman and friends
Come to coliseum and slam these jams
Lil' Soldiers my controllers what messin with that
Ikeim and Freequan real brothers at that Yeah
(Chorus)
Mama need a new blouse (Bounce)
My little brother only five months from the house (Yall Bounce)
Playa hater need to stop runnin at the mouths (Yall Bounce)
We doin something while yall mad that we coming out (Yall Bounce)
What's that about
Mama need a new blouse (Yall Bounce)
My little brother only five months from the house (Yall Bounce)
Playa hater need to stop runnin at the mouths (Yall Bounce)
We doin something while yall mad that we coming out (Yall Bounce)
What's that about
[Freequan]
I can't believe I heard a bad thing about what we bring
I guess they want us to sing (what)
Stay away from Keim
Never this that's what you call devilish
We in the studio jumpin' out the plad six
B.B.F big boys flow to death
My arson delivery make all yall feel me (Lil Free)
Fellin Little Free astrimedies
You a fish if you dissin me swimming in the warm
Ain't life there all it is is love here
Free like a big bear with no claws but letter guard
Step aside for my entorounge (move away)
Yall ain't seein a morouge I represent for my whole squad (squad)
Lay it down I don't play around
See us work then play the Colonel made it that way
We make hot songs everyday
Yall wanna play wanna play to (what)
Sea Deuce
