Soul Flower (feat. The Pharcyde) (Explicit)
The Brand New Heavies"Soul Flower (feat. The Pharcyde) (Explicit)" es una canción de The Brand New Heavies, 1992, Pop. La canción dura 2:29, 65 lines / 542 words.
Letra
0:00Soul Flower - The Brand New Heavies/The Pharcyde
0:17My mama told me one day
0:18That some real good things would happen
0:19If I practice all my dancing' and I practice all my rappin'
0:22Well before she goes to bed at night
0:23My mama would always say that everything would come together
0:25Every dog would have his day now able on cables table when
0:27I freak the funk
0:28I got more tricks up my sleeve than freddie's got junk
0:31No need to do no judo or no kicks like karate
0:32Cause I can get funky like a baby on a bottle
0:43Oh what the heck
0:44Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
0:46It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact
0:48The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack
0:50But at this point there's no turning back
0:53But to be exact I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
0:56In 92 we make some cash and in 93 we make the loot
0:59Because the vinyl is delicious
1:00I'm the ni**a who's ambitious
1:01Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
1:03One I wanna just jam with your band
1:05Two you gotta play it all across the land
1:07Three the plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to
1:10The critics hey now
1:11I was walking' down the street balin' to the beat
1:14Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
1:16Ni**a tried to flex but he had to be smoked
1:18So I shot him in the a** on the downstroke
1:20I shot in the a** on the downstroke what
1:23Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
1:25Yeah I shot him in the a** on the downstroke
1:27Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
1:29Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
1:31Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
1:33Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
1:35Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
1:37I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo
1:40I can dig kung fu I flip hoes like judo
1:42Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno
1:44A anna bonanna bananafanafuno
1:46Yet you know shafino
1:47Met her in a trio
1:48Souped up my glass jet flew her a** to rio
1:50I'm somewhat creole
1:51Don't like the man of steel
1:53I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap jalopy for real
1:55I used to deal but the fuzz popped me
1:57I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel
1:59I chills like scotch on the rocks
2:01Cause I just gets paid for them hard core props
2:04You know
2:06How long can you freak the funk
2:08How long can you freak the funk
2:10I separate the good stuff from the junk
2:12Yo how long can you freak the funk
2:15Freak the funk
2:16It's all right
2:17Freak the funk
2:18I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the whole truth
2:20Ever since I was a little snap no snaggletooth
2:23Flipper snapper I'm new to become a rapper
2:25With flavor that of a chopping punch
2:26Here comes the judge and jury from the fury got me on trial trial
2:29Because I never copy and I got me own style style
Soul Flower - The Brand New Heavies/The Pharcyde My mama told me one day That some real good things would happen If I practice all my dancing' and I practice all my rappin' Well before she goes to bed at night My mama would always say that everything would come together Every dog would have his day now able on cables table when I freak the funk I got more tricks up my sleeve than freddie's got junk No need to do no judo or no kicks like karate Cause I can get funky like a baby on a bottle Oh what the heck Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack But at this point there's no turning back But to be exact I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit In 92 we make some cash and in 93 we make the loot Because the vinyl is delicious I'm the ni**a who's ambitious Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes One I wanna just jam with your band Two you gotta play it all across the land Three the plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to The critics hey now I was walking' down the street balin' to the beat Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet Ni**a tried to flex but he had to be smoked So I shot him in the a** on the downstroke I shot in the a** on the downstroke what Shot him in the a** on the downstroke Yeah I shot him in the a** on the downstroke Shot him in the a** on the downstroke Shot him in the a** on the downstroke Shot him in the a** on the downstroke Shot him in the a** on the downstroke Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo I can dig kung fu I flip hoes like judo Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno A anna bonanna bananafanafuno Yet you know shafino Met her in a trio Souped up my glass jet flew her a** to rio I'm somewhat creole Don't like the man of steel I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap jalopy for real I used to deal but the fuzz popped me I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel I chills like scotch on the rocks Cause I just gets paid for them hard core props You know How long can you freak the funk How long can you freak the funk I separate the good stuff from the junk Yo how long can you freak the funk Freak the funk It's all right Freak the funk I swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the whole truth Ever since I was a little snap no snaggletooth Flipper snapper I'm new to become a rapper With flavor that of a chopping punch Here comes the judge and jury from the fury got me on trial trial Because I never copy and I got me own style style
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