Текст песни: 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)
Soul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul-oul (My soul)
My soul-oul-oul (My soul)
My soul-oul-oul

Verse 1:
You can try to throw salt, but I keep my game face on
And the only thing on your mind is stalkin more digits than a telephone
Me and thirty-nine theives jumpin out of white Hummer
From Compton (Wooh-wooh-wooh), while your crew get dumb and dumber
Grew up straight out of low cash like CB fo
Now I got dough and you got one night stands like gangsta, yo
See on the low its 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 Blacks
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
Is my artistic flavor and control of my soul

Chorus

Verse 2:
Aint no tellin
Most women are still waitin and sellin
Most of my homies is ex-felons (Convicts)
In two decades, rap went from Planet Rock
To crack rock
Now, everybody got a glock
And it dont stop
Till another brother drop
Thats why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace)
Whats a thin line between love and hate?
A million dollars in the bank and you still cant escape
Its a small world, after all, youre clausterphobic, you cant breathe
So, store your ball like Christopher Reeve
Its 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
Ima get the ladies out their seat like this was a car jackin
They say the game is to be sold, not told
You can keep your bankroll, I want control of my soul

Chorus

Verse 3:
My jaws flip across sixteen bars like Dominique Dawes
But without no flaws, never broke a m.c. law
See, I was servin wack rappers at the school
When Bruce Lee was scrappin with Kareem Abdul
You got into triple beams and guns you aint gon shoot
I seen a million rappers in the same Versace suit
Or, the same pair of locs, thats probably why youre broke
And your backstage and your ghetto pass got revoked
Scrappin or rappin what you want to happen?
If I ever come up short you the first one Im jackin
Its theives in the area like aircraft carriers
Were launchin F-15s
And Anti-Wack Maf Machines
Michropone, sittin on my vocal chord
Sendin bustas to the crossroads like Thuggish Ruggish Bone
Its the C-O-O-L-I-O, well I, wont fold
When Im controllin my soul

Chorus: Repeat 1 1/2 times

Все песни Coolio:

2 Min & 21 Sec Of Funk
2 Minutes & 21 Seconds Of Funk
A Thing Goin On
All the Way Live (Now)
C U When U Get There
Can I Get Down 1X
Can U Dig It
Gangsta`s Paradise
Home Boy
I Like Girls
Interlude
Intro
Knight Fall
My Soul
Nature Of The Business
One Mo
Ooh La La
Shake It Up
The Devil Is Dope
Throwndown 2000
Ugly Bitches
What Is An MC?