Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Soul, artist - Masta Killa. Date of issue: 10.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirty Soul |
| Shit… thank you, thank you, thank you |
| Yeah, you see, when I think about soul music |
| There’s a few people that I would like to mention |
| Brothers and sisters, solo or group |
| That had an effect on my life |
| I would like to begin by showing my utmost respect and love |
| To my universal soul sisters, beautiful sisters like |
| Chaka Khan, Aretha Franklin, Miss Millie Jackson |
| Patti LaBelle, Miss Betty White, Glady Knight |
| Tina Marie, and Miss Mary J. Blige |
| Soulful groups like, Isley Brothers, Blue Birth, Blue Magic |
| The O’Jays, Emotions, Rolls Royce, The Delfonics |
| Parliament, and the Jackson 5 |
| Now, we gon' move on to my soul brothers |
| Soul brothers like, brother Barry White |
| Isaac Hayes, Curtis Mayfield, James Brown, Mr. Stevie Wonder |
| Al Green, Teddy Pendergrass, Marvin Gaye |
| The legendary Sam Cooke, Otis Redding, Rick James |
| Bitch, and my man R. Kelly |
| Now when it comes to the soul |
| Rhere’s one more brother in particulart hat I have to mention |
| And he just happens to be my brother Ason Unique |
| Known to the world as the Ol' Dirty Bastard |
| See if RZA would’ve threw some shit like this on |
| He would’ve went crazy and probably said something ill type |
| He would’ve probably said… |
| My beats slamming from the rugged programming |
| The man Bob Marley, hey my man, I’m jammin' |
| You can never test my stamina, while I’m ramming the |
| Hip hop crowd, make me rah rah rah |
| Other MC’s got flipped with the ease |
| Begging me for mercy, God, stop the music please |
| No, 'cause I’m a pro, back to the convo |
| Make the crowd say ho, at a strip show |
| Represent, his name is Ason, keep calm |
| Rhyme come smokey, funky like a stink bomb |
| Boom, blowing up niggas, mad bullets in the trigger |
| So you better run for cover! |
| Niggas got loose in they ass, felt the glass |
| A full account sprout, yo, yo, yo, money, yo pass |
| Woo, woo, woo, hospitalized |
| Is he gonna live Doc? |
| No, the nigga dies |
| Maximum those MCs populating |
| Minimum those MCs I’m dominating |
| So all in together now, who, what, what, who |
| Rhyme come stinky like a girl poo |
| Hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa |
| Hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa |
| Hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa |
| Hippa to the hoppa and you just don’t stoppa |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, you already |
| Aiyo, special love and dedication shout to Mama Cherry |
| We love you |
| Popa Wu, Brooklyn Zu, we already |
| 12 O’Clock, 60 Sec., Murdock, Shit, Buddha Monk |
| Zu Ninjaz, and all the seeds, there seeds, whole family, man |
| You know it don’t stop, stop, yeah |
| Yeah |