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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)
My Soul Oul Oul (my Soul)
My Soul Oul Oul
Soul Oul Oul Oul Oul Oul Oul (my Soul)
Verse 1:
And The Only Thing On Your Mind Is Stalkin' More Digits Than A
You Can Try To Throw Salt But I Keep My Game Face On
From Compton (wooh-wooh-wooh), While Your Crew Get Dumb And Dumber
Telephone
Me And Thirty-nine Theives Jumpin' Out Of White Hummer
Now I Got Dough And You Got One Night Stands Like Gangsta, Yo
Grew Up Straight Out Of Low Cash Like Cb Fo'
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
Chorus
Is My Artistic Flavor And Control Of My Soul
Verse 2:
Most Women Are Still Waitin' And Sellin'
Ain't No Tellin
In Two Decades, Rap Went From Planet Rock
Most Of My Homies Is Ex-felons (convicts)
Now, Everybody Got A Glock
To Crack Rock
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
Chorus
You Can Keep Your Bankroll, I Want Control Of My Soul
My Jaws Flip Across Sixteen Bars Like Dominique Dawes
Verse 3:
But Without No Flaws, Never Broke A M.c. Law
See, I Was Servin' Wack Rappers At The School
You Got Into Triple Beams And Guns You Ain't Gon Shoot
When Bruce Lee Was Scrappin' With Kareem Abdul
Or, The Same Pair Of Locs, That's Probably Why You're Broke
I Seen A Million Rappers In The Same Versace Suit
Scrappin' Or Rappin' What You Want To Happen?
It's Theives In The Area Like Aircraft Carrier's
And Your Backstage And Your Ghetto Pass Got Revoked
If I Ever Come Up Short You The First One I'm Jackin'
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
Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 Times When I'm Controllin' My Soul

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