Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II)

[Intro]

Aiyyo yo fuck that!

Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin mojo

Aiyyo Reggie Noble!

Aiyyo Reggie Noble come here nigga!

Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down

Yo, yo

[Pre-Verse]

Put the drop down

Get your smoke on

Get your feel on

How you feeling?

Get your girl on

Get your squeeze on

Get your bus on

Are you chilling?

Are you wheeling

Are you dealing?

How you feeling?

And we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh

(Tell me what you doin')

[Verse]

Yo yo-yo yo, yo yo

I had to put the mash down

Throw the cash around, stay focused

On the case, put the hash down

Jetted through the air about five miles per hour

My mojo gone I can't fly like I wanna

But this case is easy

Find that motherfucker that couldn't wait to be me

Put his face on TV

From the Tec blow

I asked my ex-hoes

Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s

"Write the cheque low

I don't do that

I told you that shit before when I boned your back"

Now I'm back to square one

And everybody hatin' so I popped the flare gun

Now they all escapin'

Ran into Gator

From Jungle Fever

He's my people and my neighbour

I said I need a favour

He said "For ten dollars

And for ten Whoppers from Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha."

Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry

He said "Blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy"...I said

"What the fuck going on?! A white guy interrupting my fuck flowin' on?"

So I copped some new ammo

Reloaded my flare gun

Stalking like Rambo

Mixed with Commando

Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle

Crashed into somethin' cause he high off my man blow

I jumped up and backtracked myself

Who's the last hoe I fucked and throat I cut

I said "Wait a minute, yo

That bitch Jane on the prowl again

I bet she up to no good, actin' foul again"

Yeah, yeah, it ain't nothin'

I get it if I want her

Matter of fact I'm gonna 'cause she live around the corner

I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armour

Cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer

But I heard fuckin' all the way from the bottom

I'm like, "Damn she yelling"

Kinda made me jealous

Knocked on the door enraged

Like a broke-ass rapper

At a label that ain't toured in days

"Do it clown!

Before I count to four now!

'Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your door down!"

I heard the zipper zip up

And they was tryin' to run

So I re-clipped the clip up

And blew it before one

"Freeze motherfuckers!"

I jumped on Jane back

"I want the cheese motherfuckers!" And my name back

We tusslin'

Fightin', bitin' skin and rustlin'

Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle and

Her knees bucklin'

I thought to myself "Where's that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin'?" Then...

Right out the blue {*CLANG!*} Owww! {*birds chirpin*}

Who dat?

Who dere?

.. (this programme will be continued)