Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song So Soulful , by - Consequence. Song from the album Take 'Em To The Cleaners, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.08.2004
Record label: Sure Shot
Song language: English
So Soulful |
| Intro: |
| Yeah. |
| DC. |
| Stand up for your boy? |
| Oh, I go by the name of Kanye To The. |
| The Roc is in the building. |
| And as far as I’m concerned, we’re about to bring |
| that real soul back to the game. |
| John Legend on the backgrounds by the way. |
| Let’s go |
| Verse One: |
| From what I hear Kanye is killing that game very bad |
| My girl rockin' the little lamb that Mary had |
| Little bit of ghosta style mixed with Mosta style |
| I’m versatile, I’m the poster child |
| Gettin' cheese so I’m supposed to smile |
| Get it? |
| We making hits like Sosa now |
| Hit it! |
| And I, hate when girls actin' boushie as hell |
| And I already seen 'em naked like Blu Cantrell |
| If I talk to people like they stupid as hell |
| Do that mean God gonna make my kids stupid as well? |
| Well |
| Our Father, please for give me |
| I am sinner, slash winner, slash soul inventor |
| Chorus |
| It’s so soulful man |
| And when you hear, swear it feel like soul food man |
| Verse Two |
| Look, my mommy don’t be playin' cause she know I got my game intact |
| I spit them lines that make a rapper have a brain attack |
| And chickens know I’m gonna do it like I wanna do it |
| And miscommunication, no we never run into it |
| I got chicks like Samone and Colla |
| Stay with lip gloss and Fendi bag beside her |
| And your girl said she ain’t ready for me |
| I’m in love so mommy got me singin' Teena Marie |
| High above the Giovanni, she ain’t Gucci or Prada |
| Climbin' in the Mirada, studin' like a scholar |
| So I don’t even bother |
| I be poppin' my collar |
| I can get into your soul when I call you tomorrow |
| Verse Three: |
| I know you gotta lot of stress today |
| Let’s hit the party like we just got paid |
| Now if you really want to get away |
| Say yeah, yeah |
| Got people on your back constantly |
| And you never get a second for free |
| You know you gotta get away with me |
| So say yeah, yeah |
| Verse Four: |
| Yo, I’ma worry bout the trades and ballin' |
| I’m gonna trade it all |
| I’d rather catch up on my paper and evade them all |
| You sore losers picked the wrong guy to take a fall |
| I probably train and fall |
| For what they made in the fall |
| Made it to a never-quite-was to an overnight buzz |
| Cause the way I flip a metaphor, nobody quite does |
| By the time I leave the club |
| I’m weighing the pros and cons |
| Cause she must have been a pro the way she approach the Cons |
| And Con man is an army |
| Money boss on |
| We so big be hoppin' out when I’m tryin' to do my laundry |
| But I ain’t even sorry for the way I get my doe |
| Cause J, Kanye and Con got that food for your soul, go! |
| Outro: |
| Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |