My Soul歌词
歌手：Coolio 专辑：Fantastic Voyage
作词 : Ivey, Artis L Jr
作曲 : Ivey, Artis L Jr
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
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 thieves jumpin' out of white
HummerFrom
Compton, 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
VisaBomb singles and stackin' your chips like
PringlesWhile 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
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
Ain't no tellin', most women are still waitin' and sellin'
Most of my homies is ex-felons
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
PacWhat'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 claustrophobic, you can't breathe
So store your ball like
Christopher
ReeveIt'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'
And 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
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
My jaws flip across sixteen bars like
Dominique
DawesBut without no flaws, never broke a
M.C. LawSee,
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 thieves 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
BoneIt's the
C O O L I
O, well I, won't fold
When I'm controllin' my soul
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
SoulMy soul
My soul
作曲 : Ivey, Artis L Jr
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
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 thieves jumpin' out of white
HummerFrom
Compton, 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
VisaBomb singles and stackin' your chips like
PringlesWhile 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
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
Ain't no tellin', most women are still waitin' and sellin'
Most of my homies is ex-felons
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
PacWhat'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 claustrophobic, you can't breathe
So store your ball like
Christopher
ReeveIt'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'
And 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
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
My jaws flip across sixteen bars like
Dominique
DawesBut without no flaws, never broke a
M.C. LawSee,
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 thieves 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
BoneIt's the
C O O L I
O, well I, won't fold
When I'm controllin' my soul
SoulMy soul
My soulSoul
My soulMy soul
SoulMy soul
My soul
