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Souljas
390
Hip-Hop/Rap
Souljas was released on January 1, 2000 by Priority Records as a part of the album Goodfellas
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2000
LabelPriority Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
504 Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Stephens for C-Los Beats
Carlos Stephens for C-Los Beats
Songwriter
M. Jordan
M. Jordan
Songwriter
Percy Miller
Percy Miller
Songwriter
Cornell Perkins
Cornell Perkins
Songwriter
Darryl Robertson
Darryl Robertson
Songwriter
Michael Robinson
Michael Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred Rec
Fred Rec
Producer
Carlos Stephens
Carlos Stephens
Producer
"Fredwreck" Farid Nassar
"Fredwreck" Farid Nassar
Producer

Lyrics

"Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death"
It's them Dogg House **** wit' them 504 Boyz
We the real McCoys with the plastic toys
Pop, pop
Grab the Glock, cock the motherfucker
No Limit ****, we can't be stopped
Did you hear me?
Ya heard me
Record breakin'
Hit makin'
Can't bake 'em
Real estatin'
Never hatin'
Shakin' up the game, bringin' the major pain
Yea ****, we all in the same game
We enlighten, ignitin, never fightin'
And we got them motherfuckers bitin'
You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me
You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me
You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me
**** what, that's my whole family
Chorus 2x [Krazy]
What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now)
No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown)
Wild out, bitch **** when we come through (come through)
I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you)
I'm bustin' you
I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs
504, that means ball til' u fall
I ain't bout' no playin' ****, it's on and poppin'
You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin'
Now keep you eyes on the prize ****, don't fuck wit' the hoes
Cuz you see at night in the bricks ****, anything goes
Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head
**** you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave
Cuz, one time don't worry me
I'm a third ward **** til' they bury me (hahaa)
Two times ****, shut it down
It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound
Chorus 2X
Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free
Ask them bitch **** who snitch, is they ready for me
My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it
Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it
Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas
A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus
On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke
I rather, step to jail than my family be broke
But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe
Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed
Ain't no **** in the Iberville givin' me shit
They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit
But my souljas, before it's over off top
Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped
Feel that, my **** will ride wit' me
Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me
Chorus til' song ends
Written by: Carlos Stephens, Cornell Perkins, Darryl Robertson, M. Jordan, Michael Robinson, Percy Miller
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