My Soul

Chorus:
I got one mo switch i can hit
I got one mo bullet in my clip
I got one mo drink i can steal
I got one mo sack i can twist
Verse 1, coolio:
I wear a "s" on my chest
I prefer my vest
And if the chronic run out, loc, pass the stress
Cause all i wanna do is just roll my things
Turn up the alphine and let the woofers bang bang
To the boogie say up jump the boogie
He was tryin' to get a grip on my cookies
I shook thee
I coulda took him, but he wadn't even worth a bullet
I had my finger on the trigger, but i couldn't pull it
From defamation to desimation
Every day is like summer vacation
A nigga couldn't wait for somethin good to put in yo kenwood
Turn it up to twenty-one, and bop it in your hood
I'm a eastside nigga (nigga)
Gotta have sprilla (sprilla)
Do or die, low down, real life killa (killa)
They comin' through the hold on tip toe
You swear, so
I gotta get your grip, hoe

Chorus

Verse 2, 40 thevz (lek ratt, p.s.):
Yes, yes, y'all (yes y'all)
40 thevz in the house, with a fifth y'all (fifth y'all)
Better recognize a tennis shoe pimp, y'all (pimp y'all)
When i'm rollin' through your hood in my six, ohhhh, that be you
When our four colors rock, front and ass out
All the riders shake and smile when they see me hit the block
Your sounds ain't beatin
So your girls ain't freakin
Watch your fly, got the whole post meetin
Hit 'em in their eyes
And go suicides
Later, pump them on the ground just to show 'em what it's like
To hit the mic for a licken
Hell no, i ain't trippin
Cause i kinda like pimpin
Bein' freer than a pigeon
Got your bitch down in positions
All kinda ways
40 thevz pimpin these suckas till they graze
So, come with these weak flows if you must
But i got a hundred and twenty-one mo rounds i can bust

Chorus

Verse 3, coolio:
Put the pep in yo step and the glide in your stride
Like clyde
Drexler, this is eastside
Westa, recognize the routine
Mo jackers and packers than the super bowl ring team
So, why you tellin me to sell a key of yayo
That's how you give a fellow need like jayo
We lay low
All up in the cut
If it's suicide then roll the bustas up
And i'ma hit 'em up like uppercut
Better shuffle yo feet like double dutch
Now the party didn't start til i walked in
And it probably wont end til i sip hen
But in the meantime
And in between time
Better tuck in your chin
And learn to take your lumps and grin
You know you can't wait cause i'ma stay on one
One switch, one sack, one sip, but i ain't done

Chorus, repeat 4x

[coolio]
It has (it has), come to my understanding that (that)
There are those (those) who question my skillz (my skillz)
And abilities (and abilities)
Since it is thus (it is thus)
I must (i must)
Release (release)
Myself (myself)
For with thou be repremanded (repremanded)
Hit 'em!
[verse 1:]
Hocus, focus on the mighty mic loco
Me and the forty dump yo ass like a pogo
You better kick it cause i been workin' on my mojo
Make your crew disapeer like dorothy and toto
Your trippin on me because your girl want my photo
Nigga, you better chill before i send my homie home with your hoe
Fools get ca-reemed when they steps into my dojo
It's the ghetto witch doctor sprinklin herbs on the voco'
I deliver hits like my name was fujimoto
Platinum and gold all the way to acalpuco
To all rappers international, domestic, and loc-al
Step to the fo or get your ass rolled up like a rollo
Your points need bifocals
You better try to see like total
My name ain't ralph lauren but i'll play your ass like polo
I kick a solo
From here to sojo
You ain't no man eater, nigga, so your hoe style is no go

[chorus:]
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em. hit 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em. hit 'em! hit 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)

Get that nigga, get that nigga! (ha-ha)

[verse 2, ras kass:]
I'm stickin niggaz like mexican's in penitentaries
The niggaz is flinchin, see everytime the homies mention me
Grew up off avalon and century
With a hundred ways of illegal en-ta-ry
Can't injure me
My momma fucked the unibomber that's why i'm blowin shit to smithareens
I'm like (wu-wu-wu-wu! wee!)
The nigga flying guillotine (ha-ha!)
The illest things i bring that not even devante could swing
Before a nigga serve me, his seventy-six is a winter green
Fuck your team (nigga)
Crowbar eatin niggaz up like edy, i mean (i mean)
It's time we started servin niggaz like they was dope fiends (right)
I smoke all label rosters when i rock like the thing
In the bucket doin ninety-five like rodney king
Extreme antimostity, your ultimate adversary
I'm like white blood cells fightin' h.i.v. inside a capillary (bitch)
I'll beat that ass blindfolded like a pinata, scary,
My prom night i was fuckin carrie,
Had her screamin "bloody mary!"

[chorus:]
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha, ah)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em! hit 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha, hit 'em!)


Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (wha?)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em! (break that nigga off)
Rrrr, stick 'em. hit 'em! hit 'em! (what's that, cool?)

Cool, break this nigga off!

[verse 3, coolio:]
Alright, wait, wait, wait
It ain't ova
I burn like a nova
It's the ?all see mona?
Like mother fuckin yoda
I rock like baking soda
From compton to dakota
And when i drop i'm gonna crush all these busta's like a boulda
So grab your hoe (hoe), and see if you can hold hu (hold her)
I put bitches and pets on a fantastic voyage on a ship like noah
I told ya
I'm a soldier
Wake that ass up like folger's
Give the people what they want a little bit more-a
You don't know the score
What the hell you comin here for?
Whip that ass like grandpa used to do when he was sore
It's the hardcore
Take your whole hood to war
It's time for all the bitch ass niggaz to hit the door
Go home and get your pen and brush up on your metaphors
It's the forty muskateer, cuttin that ass up with swords
You be the prey, i'll be the predator
Bring the feather to that ass so niggaz call me thor

[chorus:]
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em. hit 'em! (ha-ha, ha-ha)

Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em (ha-ha, ha-ha)
Rrrr, stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em
Rrrr, stick 'em. hit 'em! hit 'em!

*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

Let's do it! get to it!
Let's do it! get to it!
Let's do it! get to it!
Let's do it!

Verse 1:

Another saturday night, and i'm feelin kinda slothy
I'm down with the forty, but i don't want no forty
Even though i'm thirsty and i'm hungry, i need some kurathers
Peep this, but not up in my stomach
I wanna chop your cherry tree, i can't tell a lie
Somethings on the rise, what a surprise
I called up the homies and said, "let's go the spot!"
Where the drinks are cold, and the girls ain't too hot
Now we in the house, but the house is kinda empty
Rats run around the room
But, wait, i spoke too soon
Ah, damn, look what done walked in
Pumps and a bump, breath smellin like gin
Baby, you look good with that blue dress on
Maybe some day me and you can be as one
Let's get to know each other better
I can sing you a song, and you can write me a love letter

Chorus:

Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby (let's do it, get to it)
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right (let's do it, get to it)
You can do it, baby, baby (let's do it, get to it)

Verse 2:

Damn, i'm feelin frisky
Come and sit down wit me
Conversate about hanky panky
And a little dranky wanky
Tell me bout your innermost thoughts, wants, neeeds and your desires
And i'll tell you about mine
We can spend some quality time
You want a man with vision, who ain't afraid to listen
I wanna mention i can hit that ass in thirty-six positions
And, i just want a regular old fashion high hoochie mama
With love for her daddy, anytime he want it
Bring home the turkey bacon and fry it in the pan
Or, some filet minon and still let me know i'm the man
I'm the doctor, and you can play the nurse
But we got to have patience
Even though we hella anxious
Let's take it slow and procede with caution
Cause love just don't come round here too often
So take my number, and we'll get together later
And i'll take yours, i'm out like the l.a. raiders

Chorus

Verse 3:

A few months went by with phone calls and some dinners
Moonlit nights with marvin gaye, dramatics, and the spinners
Top down on the vette watching california sunsets
And pretty soon we developed that respect
That we needed so we was here to get the relationship heated
And hot and bothered, no what i'm meanin?
It started slow with some kisses and some touches
A few more weeks went by cause we didn't wanna rush it
They say a fast horse don't win no races
And i'm a witness cause real winners always take steady paces
Hand in hand, woman to man
I know everything about her and she know everything about me and
We made love for the first time
In the right way, in the perfect state of mind
It's a whole lot mo than your average bump 'n grind
You better get yours, cause i got mine

Chorus: repeat 2x

Bridge: repeat 2x

Take, take your time (take, take your time)
Take your time (take your time)
Take your time (take your time, get to it)

Chorus: repeat 2x

Verse 1: coolio
Now i've seen places and faces
And things you ain't never thought about thinking
If you ain't peek then you must be drinking
And smokin'
Pretending not to locin' but you're brokin'
Let me get you open
Now little timmy got his diploma and
Little jimmy got life
And tamikra around the corner just took her first hit off the pipe
The other homie shot the other homie and ran off with his money
And when the other homies heard about it they thought that it wasfunny
But who's the dummy
Cuz, now you done lost the hustler
A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster
And though i got love for ya
I know i can't trust ya
Coz my crew is rollin' hummers and your crew is rollin' dustas
And just because of that you act like you don't like the brother no more
I guess that's just the way it goes
I ain't tryina preach
I believe i can reach
But your mind ain't prepared
I'll c u when you get there

Chorus:

I'll see you when you get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there
I'll see you when you get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there

Verse 2: lek ratt (of 40 thevz)

More temptation and faith
I guess we livin' for the day
I seen a man get swept off his feet by a boy with an ak
The situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted
I'm just tryin to take care of my kids and handle my business
Coz it way too serious so you gotta pay close attention
So you don't get caught sittin' when they come and do all the gettin'
Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse
Someone's gotta run a little faster cuz we gotta lay the struggle
I'd be a fool to surrender when i know i can be a contender
And if everybody's a sinner then everybody could ba a winner
No matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers
And regardless of the time somebody up there still love us
I'm a scuff and struggle and y'all i'm breathless and weak
I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak
Always keep reaching sure to grab on to something
I'll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin'

Chorus:

I'll see you when you get there
See you when you get there
If you ever get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there
I'll see you when you get there
See you when you get there
If you ever get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there

Verse 3: ps (of 40 thevz)

You need to loosen up
And live a little
And if you got kids let them know how you feelin'
For your own sake give a little
Oh, you don't want to hear that
You busy tryina stack
And keep them from the jones's is taking advantage of your own
The realest homies that you've been knowing for the longest
But some ain't missing a good thing until it's gone
Could have built an empire if not for the jealousy that divides us
We prefer to keep our eyes shut to describe when
It's something wrong and we desire
So hold your head up high if your poor and righteous
I know time seems right
And the problems seem endless
But at times of despair we gotta pull ourselves together
And if you fell you're out the game then you need to get back in it
Coz nothing worse than a quitter
You gotta face responsibility one day, my brother
So gather up your pitty and turn it to ambition
And put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side

Chorus:

I'll see you when you get there
See you when you get there
If you ever get there
When you ever get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there
I'll see you when you get there
See you when you get there
If you ever get there
If you ever get there
See you when you get there

(coolio)
As we walk down the road of our destiny
And the time comes to choose which it gonna be
The wide and crooked, on a straight barrel
We got one push to give and one life to live
Stand up for something or lie down in your game
Listen to the song that we sing
It's up to you to make it big
I guess i'll see you when you see me
(chorus fade out)

Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what i'm talkin' about wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
And i ain't no punk
That's right, that's right
A tisket a tasket
That's all you ask it
Snap your cd and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little jack horna', i'm still bendin' cornas'
Buckin' shots on your block, i'm sippin' on corona's
Uh, your mcdonald had a farm wit' a six-fo on suicide
Sittin' in the barn wit' no alarm
Straight up collected it, cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm
Who's the rawest?
My shit is flawless
Had to be passin' out bruises,
Lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss
Before i do a michael jackson and "cut your shit off!"
Part of the penitentary still, penetratin' your grill
I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real
I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist
Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool
Lodi dodi, i don't know karate, but i know a razor
And none of y'all can't fade me
I know you wanna try to play me
And busta's wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopest niggaz out i
Guess that's why they hate me
Cause i slang hits like niggaz slang cavi
I remain like khakis, i guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you might outgat me
But you can't outrap me
My shit is fatta'
And yo shit need a little bit mo batta'
Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method
Free funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, ?dip diver?, socializer, i've been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner,
And by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
I'ma be at the ripe ol' age of forty-eight or forty-niner
My shit is wise, cpt m.c. for hire
My name ain't rick james but i'll burn your ass with a fire
So, what's your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics
Or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go i'm dumpin' and i'm dippin'
Still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 thevz in position
Fee-fi-fo-fum, now nigga i'm a giant
And yo ass is like jack,
But yo magic beans is wack
Skills is what you lack
I'm like a benz, you ain't even like cadillac
You mo like a regal
I'ma pit bull, and you's a beagle
I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all angles
As their legs start to dangle,
Dance around everybody like mr. bo jangles
Los angeles, compton, long beach, and carson hawthorne
Livin with the watts
I'm sendin' out shout outs
I used to drink ol' gold
Now i just stroll
Straight to the ?exit? section of my neighborhood liquor store
Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch?
Even your mama want my autograph, autograph, autograph,
Autograph, autograph

Chorus:
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And give a loc a little dap when he walks through
Verse 1:
If there be a dope beat then all y'all see
Get up out your seat and let me see yo technique
Freak yo physique and you betta not compete
Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a jeep
Never comin' cheap, forty creep
And i hope you don't mind if i borrow a few things while you go to sleep
I steal money from the rich
And give it to the poor, it's
Coolio loco and ghetto witch doctor super, you are
Bring it from the back and bring it to the front
Cause you gotta give the people what they want
Now hump, do the stomp to the butt
Big homie shake your gut
As long as you get your ass up
It's a party over here
And let me make it clear
40 thevz is the crew
So you better come anew
Ain't a damn thing change since the first one
And if you didn't hear the album go get one (one)

Chorus:
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And give a loc a little dap when he walks through.

Verse 2:
Here come the thief on the old school beat
And i never knew the meaning of the word "defeat"
The master of disguise wanna see the people's eyes
Yet, fools try to deny that the ?man? can fly
Just cook 'em all up like gumbo
And block their ass like mutumbo
Cause your album dropped off the charts like dumbo
We are new and improved to make you put on your boogie shoes
Like k.c. and the sunshine band, or the wu-tang clan
I go way back like vegas, nixon, noreaga
It's the tennis shoe players fat box on the quiet station
Now what if hip hop was like humpty dumpty sittin' on the wall
And what if hip hop had to take a great fall
And what if rhyme was a crime
And each and every time
That you spit a dope line
You might have to do some time
Most of these clowns will be tryin' to skip town
But coolio will be ready for the showdown

Chorus:
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down' like your 'posed to
And pass a joint to the loc when he roll through

Verse 3:
If the shoe fit, put it on and stick
And if your ass uncash don't let your mouth write no check
Fools be in the bars unadvanced with a switch
Uppercuts and fight kicks with weird al yankovich
From tokyo to sojo, rollin wit the 4-0
This hip hop that i'm holdin' i'll make it move your hoe
It's the vandino, everything but rhyme's broken
Breakin' a nigga with first position at the open
You can't understand how i do it
I'm just true to it
I let my pen flow across the paper like it was made affluent
Uh, let it ring, let it rip
Everybody holler like marvin gaye, but don't you let the record skip
Synchronize the watch, cause the party don't stop
Till the neighborhood watch call the cops
It's the wild ass festival, coast line veteran
Once again droppin' bombs on yo section (on yo section)

Chorus:
Are you ready to throwndown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And pass the brew to the loc when he roll through
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And shake your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throwdown?
Yes we are!
Well, get on down like your 'posed to
And give a loc a little dap when he roll through.
Fool!