Soopaman Lova Iv lyrics

Artist  : Redman 
Song : Soopaman Lova Iv



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yo yo Yo Yo YO!
YO! Call me Soopaman Luva the
rude bwoy
That nigga SWV loose they cool
for
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
Ah hah AH HAH ah
hah AH HAH
Ah hahahaha hah ha

Yo yo I'm
usually flyin through the motherfuckin air
but
the utility belt on my underwear need
repairs
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin a
Dutch
Left court for child support bitch
attackin my bucks (WHY?)
They wanna fuck with
certified private eye
Every week, check stubs
to show the judge I got a job
Damn this;
Soopaman used to stack them chips
Now I'm
broke cause little kids riding Batman dick
I'm
not a hater but the Caped Crusader blockin my
dough
And I'll let off before I push broom on
HBO for Mr. Show
I'm critically acclaimed; but
the press'll fuck my name up
Police is lookin
for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
Nowhere to
run to and Brownstone even know it
So I pack
the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist,
forfeit
No game; slappin all hoes who got the
fame
Then I rob em with chickens who got phone
bills in they mama name
(You've been framed!)
Yeah yeah I know I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin
the game down like 30 nuthin blowout
I rip the
flow out, from the ceiling, if I spot cash peel
it
Soopaman Luva gon' switch to Soopaman
Villain

[Dave Hollister]
Soopaman! Roll
up a L for me
Know I got to pack the heat (sing
that shit Dave)
Cause niggaz tryin to fuck with
me
(Who am I?)
Soopaman! Flyin through the
air high
Smokin on that bom-baa
I don't
give a fuck if I die
(Who am
I?)

[Redman]
Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I
never lost the pep in my step
Ride in the cab,
drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my
breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in
turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo
cabbie make a left on the next
corner, get out
and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
Tryin to set
me up like Jim Kelly, MUY, MUY
Before I hit
somebody they say, "We ain't do it!"
I believe
them these the same niggaz I grew up in the hood
wit

Yo yo yo, what's today's
date?
...
Shh, December 8th?
Man today
my god damn day off
Yo I'm outta
here
...
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right
papi
I'll slap the shit out you