Текст (слова) песни: Coolio - My Soul

*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

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Все тексты песен: Coolio
» Coolio - On My Way To Harlem
» Coolio - All The Way Live (Now)
» Coolio - Geto Highlites
» Coolio - Smilin`
» Coolio - Hit em High
» Coolio - Get Up Get Down
» Coolio - Sunshine
» Coolio - Thought You Knew
» Coolio - I See You When You Get There
» Coolio - Homeboy
» Coolio - Can U Dig It
» Coolio - Let`s Do It
» Coolio - It`s All The Way Live
» Coolio - The Winner
» Coolio - Interlude
» Coolio - Geto Highlites
» Coolio - The Devil Is Dope
» Coolio - My Soul
» Coolio - Can I Get Down 1x
» Coolio - Thought You Knew


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