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WARREN G
REGULATE...G-FUNK ERA |
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Super Soul Sis
Well it's the super, the duper, the Landcruisin trooper
?Take action? at times, they hang on my rhyme like Mr. Cooper
I'm takin you to a zone that's much far from wackness
So please could you tell me oh bud buddy can you hack this?
Yo, oh no, grab a hold of fadeables, gettin her flows on
like FloJo, runs in a marathon
Smooth like chocolate, so call me Big Mamma Kane
Feels like another one goin out for her reign
Step back, because I happen to be all that plus tax
I got more subscribers than HBO or Cinemax
Mile after mile I rip style after style
Crack dope in all the vials, ooh I'm glad I used Dial
Cause it can get funky when I'm singin my song
but I just flow on, and so on, I'm stinky cause I roll on
And then I hear rhyme callin I won't give it a rest
That's how I got the motherfuckin Super on my chest
*chorus*
[Snoop: Fly through the sky gettin love]
[?: the whole wide world will watch me]
(repeat 2X)
Mister it's the, Masta Aces of the spade
Rappin skills are thinner than niggaz on AIDS
Up up and away it's the Super Soul Sis
I talk so much shit I got, halitosis
I knows this, I flows this, I'm funky, you stank
You a walkin blood bank I'm withdrawin' with my shank
Thanks for the memories, remember me no remedies
surrender the vicinity or catch a cap like a Kennedy
Cause I'm the Superwoman rapper I deserve a hail
Chasin MC's, got em on the run like Smurfs from Azrael
No bluff, the magic I puff, I'm chokin sho nuff
I'm takin a bite out of rappers as if my name was MC Negra
[Warren G: She's hotter than the South land on fire]
All you MC's desire, to run through my pyre
I'm turnin heads like the Exorcist while flexin this
Cause it's the Super Soul Sis
*chorus*
Sat on the outside, but now I'm the arena
A superfly mackadocious one you never seen a
soulful, cause I got a bowl-full of soul
Strollin because I have no vehicle to roll
But bring it bring it back to the topic of the solar mind
I can flow upbeat, to a slow beat, and be off beat and still on time
I rhyme, and swim waves of soul like Billy Ocean
Never ashy, lyrics that soothe ya like some lotion
Cause I can Krush any Groove bust on any move ya make
I keep my rhymes attached, like trains to a freight
Break ya Achey like Billy Ray, I'm fuckin up the industry
And fins to be,* Nanu Nanu like Mork and Mindy
*chorus*
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