Soulja Boy Apologizes After Offending U.S. Military

Soulja Boy got into a little bit of trouble with the L.A. County Veteran’s Advisory Commission for his lyric on Lets Be Real where he says,

“F**k the FBI and the army troops … fighting for what? Be your own man, I’ll be flying through the clouds with green like I’m Peter Pan.”

The commissioner of the L.A. County Veteran’s Advisory commission, Fred A. Flores finds this, “.. a very offensive statement, especially with the 10th anniversary of 9/11 coming up” and that SB “should apologize to ALL armed forces.”

Soulja Boy later went to Global Grind and apologized for his words.

As an artist, I let my words get the best of me. Sometimes there are things that we feel, things that we want to express, and when we put them on paper and speak them out loud, they can come out wrong. When I expressed my frustration with the US Army, not only did my words come out wrong, I was wrong to even speak them. So, I write this to give my sincerest apology to all members of the United States military services, as well as their families that were offended by my most recent lyrics.

As a young man who grew up in the post-9/11 era, I have watched our country fight two wars that seem like they are never going to end. I have seen thousands and thousands of our brave men and women get killed in battle and often times, I think for what? A lot of people in this country are struggling to make ends meet and I think a lot about what if we had never gone to war. Where would our economy be? Our schools, our after-school and work programs, our streets? I mean, damn, 48 people got shot in New York City just this past weekend … in 3 days … I’m not saying that it is just because of a bad economy, but at a certain point we have to take care of our own people.

In no way would I ever want to offend those who are protecting our freedoms … a lot of homeboys who I grew up with, a lot of people who come from the neighborhoods we live in … In no way do I want to hurt any of our honorable soldiers who put their lives at risk, regardless of how they feel about the two wars we fight in. I am just frustrated that we haven’t been able to bring you all home quick enough and my frustration got the best of me. I am deeply sorry.

~Soulja Boy

Jamie Foxx ft.Soulja Boy & Ludacris “Yep That’s Me” Music & Lyrics


Jamie Foxx ft.Soulja Boy & Ludacris “Yep That’s Me” Music & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Jamie Foxx]
Seem like they be hating
From June to January
Mad cuz I’m balling and
Kissing on Halle Barry
Yep that’s me (yep)
I’m in that drop lookin Flizziyy (fly)
So many gorillas wit guns
They think im T.I.
What up man?
I’m in the club going strong with it
Champagne, we in the back
Mixing strong with it
And if you stunting and
Serious about your paper
Wave yo hands,
Don’t forget to tell them haters

[Soulja Boy - Hook]
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s meeeee
Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em
Yep that’s meeeee
Swish, swish, swish, swish

[Jamie Foxx]
They be like “who that is?”
Pulling up in that new Bentley
You step out
Push your chest out
Flip your hair
While they staring
Say yep that’s me, yep
Girl you strutting looking flawless
Them red bottoms on
Just to let them know you balling
Independent (ayy)
Handle business (ayy)
That body got me wanna say
Hold up a minute (ayy)
Ladies if your out here getting paper
Do yourself a favor
Don’t forget to tell all of them haters

[Soulja Boy - Hook]

[Jamie Foxx]
Hey Ladies
(Hey Jamie)
You got your Louie
Got your Gucci
Got your face
Got your lips
Make them pass out
Stick your ass out
Put your hands on your hips
Say yep that’s me, yep (ay)

(Yep that’s me, yep)
(Yep that’s me, yep)
(Yep that’s me, yep)

[Soulja Boy - Hook]

[Ludacris]
Yep, yep, yep, yep, yep , yep
thats me up in that drop top
yeah you know I’m flexin’
yeah I’m coming suited and booted
like I’m the x-men
night crawling Luda
cruisin’ in that Maybach
or coming down the street up in a Kawasaki 1400
looking like cyclops
ice man chain
white ice man whips
storming through the club like it’s the Juggernaut bitch
yeah thats me all in the G-5
me all in that Gucci
me up in that yacht
me all up in your womans coochie
which that 26 inch top Wolverine blades
got a shank? than I’ma switch to the heat like King James
and you can peak in my closet and see a million worth of clothes
it’s Evel Knievel Luda straight stuntin’ on you hoes

[Soulja Boy]
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s me, yep (ay)
Yep that’s meeeee
Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em
Yep that’s meeeee
Swish

Soulja Boy ft.50 Cent “Mean Mug” Official Music Video & Lyrics


Soulja Boy ft.50 Cent “Mean Mug” Official Music Video & Lyrics

Lyrics:
[Soulja Boy]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
you talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

[50 cent]
AK47 got them dialing 9-11
I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s hit ya
keep thinking it’s a game, n-gga’s aint playing

[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy I’ll bust your brain
a n-gga talking all that sh-t
y’all n-ggas cannot represent
f-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga
split ya I deal with ya

[50 cent]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga
I won’t tell ya twice
b-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta’s they love me
these hoes they be all on me
they can’t help that they want me
they want me back

[Soulja Boy]
Im on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you
SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy

[50 cent]
Yeah, we royalty dont talk to me
b-tch you not worthy

[Soulja Boy - Chorus]
mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who?
rob me? n-gga we gon rob you
choppers on me, n-ggas we don’t give a f-ck
I’m in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs
f-ck your mean mugs
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug

[50 cent]
When I’m trippin’ Im twisted, I slap my clip in
when I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin’
I’m iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin’
I lost count all this paper I be gettin’

[Soulja Boy]
any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball
and watch a n-gga ball, I’m Gucci to the draws
I’m money over all, I don’t really give a f-ck

tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

[50 cent]
Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop
from the balls to the top
she must do this sh-t a lot
she’s a freak she’s a pro
got that paper it’s a go
bring the Kush, bring the dro
she might bless ya on the low

[Soulja Boy]
Man, Thats why I pick you up off the ground
if you make a f-cking sound
disrespect my f-cking crew
b-tch is you f-cking clown
get the f-ck back n-gga
we up in the club
high as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, misery loves company n-gga
I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies
[End]

SOULJA BOY “BLOWING ME KISSES” MUSIC VIDEO & LYRICS


Lyrics:
yeeh, I said,
this one for your stereo,
turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn it,
yeeh , yeeh,
i say say, this one for your stereo,
turn me up, turn me up, turn me up, turn it,

sexy ladies, this right here is yo song,
Hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on,
Shout out sexy ladies,
this right here is yo song,
hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on

She blowing me kisses, she blowing me kisses,
Im staring and reminiscing , thinking, dreaming,

she blowing me kisses, she blowing me kisses,
im staring and reminiscing , thinking, dreaming,
about us,

I can take you places, places,
you have never been,
Caribbean, feet in the sand,
i,i can take you around the world,
and you can be my girl,
and i can buy you pearls,
and you can tell your girlfriends,
how i put it down,
and its like a movie everytime i come around,
when im in yo city,man, i shove the town down,
tell the whole world, that im hot right now,

Shout out sexy ladies,
this right here is yo song,
hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on
Shout out sexy ladies,
this right here is yo song,
hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on

She blowing me kisses, she blowing me kisses,
Im staring and reminiscing , thinking, dreaming,
she blowing me kisses, she blowing me kisses,
im staring and reminiscing , thinking, dreaming,
about us,

Yeah, she like me,
I like her, yeah,
knew knew i woulda wifed her,
Who woulda thought that,
she woulda been like,
the other half of me, what a sight to see,
me and her traveling, all across the world,
i can be her man, she can be my girl,
turn her radio on, she kissing me thru the phone,
when i say that its on, when i show that its on,

Shout out sexy ladies,
this right here is yo song,
hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on
Shout out sexy ladies,
this right here is yo song,
hop inside yo car, and turn yo radio on

She blowing me kisses, she blowing me kisses,
Im staring and reminiscing , thinking, dreaming,
she blowing me kisses, she blowing me kisses,
im staring and reminiscing , thinking, dreaming,
about us,

Soulja Boy ft.50 Cent “Mean Mug” Music Video & Lyrics


Lyrics:
[Soulja Boy]
My flow sicker, your dough thick, well my dough thicker
you talk sh-t I will kick your door n-gga
I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon

[50 cent]
AK47 got them dialing 9-11
I pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow’s hit ya
keep thinking it’s a game, n-gga’s aint playing

[Soulja Boy]
Soulja Boy I’ll bust your brain
a n-gga talking all that sh-t
y’all n-ggas cannot represent
f-cking with the youngest killer, youngest gorilla n-gga
split ya I deal with ya

[50 cent]
Knife sticker, ice picker, run for ya life n-gga
I won’t tell ya twice
b-tch go run do the dougie, all the gangsta’s they love me
these hoes they be all on me
they can’t help that they want me
they want me back

[Soulja Boy]
Im on another level, b-tch you heard me say that do you
SOD I never mentioned you cause you not worthy

[50 cent]
Yeah, we royalty dont talk to me
b-tch you not worthy

[Soulja Boy - Chorus]
mean mug, n-gga you gon mug who?
rob me? n-gga we gon rob you
choppers on me, n-ggas we don’t give a f-ck
I’m in the club, n-gga f-ck your mean mugs
f-ck your mean mugs
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug
f-ck your mean mug
n-gga f-ck your mean mug

[50 cent]
When I’m trippin’ Im twisted, I slap my clip in
when I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin’
I’m iced out, b-tch my neck and my ears drippin’
I lost count all this paper I be gettin’

[Soulja Boy]
any f-cking game n-gga pass me the ball
and watch a n-gga ball, I’m Gucci to the draws
I’m money over all, I don’t really give a f-ck
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up

[50 cent]
Lick me up til I pop shawty swallow evry drop
from the balls to the top
she must do this sh-t a lot
she’s a freak she’s a pro
got that paper it’s a go
bring the Kush, bring the dro
she might bless ya on the low

[Soulja Boy]
Man, Thats why I pick you up off the ground
if you make a f-cking sound
disrespect my f-cking crew
b-tch is you f-cking clown
get the f-ck back n-gga
we up in the club
high as f-ck, talk sh-t and you gon get dropped

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Yeah, misery loves company n-gga
I send you to see your dead muthaf-cking homies
[End]