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Артист: CoolioНазвание : My SoulДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop hip hop 90s west coast rap Видео:
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[Violins and pianos are heard, tapping, and a conductor clearing his throat to signal that he is ready] [Chorus] Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul, my soul) My soul-oul-oul My soul-oul-oul (My soul) Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul (My soul) My soul-oul-oul [Verse 1] You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on And the only thing on your mind is stalkin` more digits than a telephone Me and thirty-nine theives jumpin` out of white Hummer From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo` Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo See on the low it`s all gravy But the threat of this new world order is about to drive me crazy And all you want is the Lex and gold Visa Bomb singles and stackin` your chips like Pringles While my rhymes jack for platinum plaques Quicker than one time Jack Black`s I twist sacks and sip yac Plus, the Invisible Man got my back like a spine So, why you all up in mine? Keep the money and the fame cause all I really wanna hold Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul [Chorus] [Verse 2] Ain`t no tellin Most women are still waitin` and sellin` Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts) In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock To crack rock Now, everybody got a glock And it don`t stop Till another brother drop That`s why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace) What`s a thin line between love and hate? A million dollars in the bank and you still can`t escape It`s a small world, after all, you`re clausterphobic, you can`t breathe So, store your ball like Christopher Reeve It`s the hater in you that makes you criticize me Cause if you handled your business then yo ass would see Nineteen-ninety-seven is still crackin` I`ma get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackin` They say the game is to be sold, not told You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my soul [Chorus] [Verse 3] My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law See, I was servin` wack rappers at the school When Bruce Lee was scrappin` with Kareem Abdul You got into triple beams and guns you ain`t gon shoot I seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit Or, the same pair of locs, that`s probably why you`re broke And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked Scrappin` or rappin` what you want to happen? If I ever come up short you the first one I`m jackin` It`s theives in the area like aircraft carrier`s We`re launchin` F-15`s And Anti-Wack Maf Machines Michropone, sittin` on my vocal chord Sendin` busta`s to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone It`s the C-O-O-L-I-O, well I, wont fold When I`m controllin` my soul Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 times | Похожие исполнители:
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