"If your status ain't hoooood
I ain't checkin' for ya
Gotta be streeeeet if ya lookin' at me
I need a soldier
Who ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things, if ya know what I mean..."
...but it's some poseurs in here...
(Where they at? Where they at?)
...right there on your video screen...
(There they go!)
...talkin' bout they want a soldier in here...
(They don't know, they don't know...)
...they don't even know what it means...
(No, they don't...)
I need a ride-or-die bitch, G!
One who down to smoke thai and get high and do drive-bys with me, see
Cook the coke, hook the dopes, jux the whores
You said you want a "soldier"
So let's go to war
Michelle said if my "status ain't hood", she ain't checkin' for me
Well, that's good; then she won't mind stashing weapons for me
Sneak this nine in the VIP line
Pleasantly smile
They won't search your purse
'Cause you're with Destiny's Child!
Same broad trying to do gospel records
In videos laying across motorcycles "nekked"
But you wouldn't bring Lil' Weezy into Ebenezer Baptist
So quit playing "street" for them TV cameras!
Now Kelly?
I'll believe SHE'S street
She's marrying a Dallas Cowboy
And them Dallas Cowboys is some wild boys!
Beyonce claims street cred from prancing with Jigga
But them Cowboys got more rap sheets than ANY rap nigga!
They got:
Zellner
Irvin
Goodrich
Jones
Spellman
Sherman
Hambrick
Holmes
Erik Williams, Leon Lett, and so on
Their street credibility's incredible!
Need I go on?
Yeah, their status is hood, but them stats isn't good
So yo, Kelly Rowland
I hope you're ready to roll when
Your darling hubby hits you with, "Pardon me, honey,
Would you smuggle some of this raw for me in your Dark N Lovely?"
But you said you need a "soldier" whose status is "hood", slim
But did you really know what you were asking for, puddin'?
Yeah, he stacks mad cream and his Caddy is clean
But by "carry big things", do YOU know what he means?
But he "gotta be street" if he lookin' at B
Oh no; I'm not forgettin' Ms. Blond Ambition
Ms. Positive Role Model For Kids
You must have lost your head like that horseman from Sleepy Hollow did
Beyonce
I need you to swallow a hundred grams of raw
In ten rubber balloons
Would you do that for me, maw?
Good girl!
One bag
Two bags
Three bags
Fo'...
Whoa, I see you're about to gag...
"Uh oh, uh oh!"
And before you say, "Shit, pop, it's only music.."
Hip hop NEVER got away with being "only music"!
Was either Tipper Gore and C. Delores stoning the music
Or Al Sharpton and Calvin Butts <i>steamrolling</i> the music
What, y'all thought I forgot?
Y'all perform in spots
Where your average "gangster rapper" would be barred from the parking lot
Fronting with Wayne and T.I., talkin' bout you want a "soldier"
But wouldn't bring Jay-Hova to hang with you on "Oprah"
And speaking of Jay, before his name was "Jig"
You probably wouldn't have touched the kid with an eight-foot stick
I'm talking SEAN CARTER:
Measuring grams out
Pulling hammers out
In the streets doing the dirt that now he only raps about
Would you have rolled then?
Would you have shown that "Bonnie and Clyde" was more than just a song then?
I didn't think so, slim
Before "Hova"
Before "Dirt Off Your Shoulder"
Hell, before "Friend or Foe"
What would you do if he told ya:
"CAN YOU KEEP UP?
BE MY GET-AWAY DRIVER AND LOSE THEM FEDS
IF THEY GET TO FIRING, USE THEM TECHS
WE FITTIN' TA DIE IF YOU DON'T MOVE IT, BITCH!
NOW CAN YOU RE-UP?...."
Then get in this kitchen
And cook this crill as if it's chicken and biscuits
I'm talking DANGER
Drugs and guns and slum living
You say you want a thug?
You should want what comes WITH it!
That's why I respect Erykah Badu and Mia X, see:
When they reppin' the streets, at least they address THE COMPLEXITIES
And tell you "the other side of the game"
Instead of serving garbage to "the urban market" with T.I. and Lil' Wayne
But at the end of the day, you get to straddle the fence
Between the block and pop charts, but I'll be the one challenging this
Destiny's Child, get off the dumb stuff
And since you love thugs so much, listen to Young Buck:
"Shawty wanna ride with me!
We could get low
Hop into the Chevy 4-do'
Blow 'dro
Shawty wanna ride with me!
Let your hurr down
You say you want a thug
Don't be scurred now!..."
It's Destiny, CHILD...
© 2005, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.