Bootsy Collins - Soul sista
Tekst :
Well, uhh, are you living from your Soul Sista, tonight (Yeah, yeah)Then if you are, I’m signing the global international unconditional love rights for ya, baby (yeah, yeah)
It’s goin‘ down tonight (Hey, Bootsy, baby, Bootsy!)
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Yeah)
Respec‘ a Soul Sista (that’s how you do it, baby)
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Oh yeah, baby/ Fat Juicy)
Respec‘ a Soul Sista
Fat Joe, why don’t you come and hit me with that flow, baby?
Fat Joe:
Yeah, uh, what you know about them boys
Toys are us
Top width, top chicks, all we do is crush
If the crib’s filled with Mamis you can assume it’s us
Hangin‘ off chandeliers wilding out like what
You see the wood frames, the mats, the wood grain
On the inside panel of a Jeep 4-Brave (what?)
And the floor‘s all marble on a much higher bracket
Business never personal, that’s why we vinyl wrapped it
Sky’s the limit so the kid pops glass
My brothers we done came up not givin a F, how?
With the T.E.R.R.O.R. Squad
None other than Bootsy and your brother, Joe The God
The Kid flow hard, ask ya clique
Brothers, we like you crazy
They got classic hits
Uhh, you can’t match this, baby
Not Joey Crack Tha Dawn and Bootsy, Baby!
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista
Respec‘ a Soul Sista (uh, you got to respect, ah)
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista
Respec‘ a Soul Sista
Soul Sista, I glow with fire
Chocolate Mocha, you shoot me higher
You’s a queen, I must agree
Let me know ´bout your family tree
Your Momma had to be Foxy Brown (true, true)
Sheba Baby, you knock me out
I salute ya, never use ya
Don’t let them Playboys abuse you
Sing it!
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista
Respec‘ a Soul Sista (Soul Sista)
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Sweet Sista)
Respec‘ a Soul Sista
Sing it!
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Soul Sista, Sweet Sista)
Respec‘ a Soul Sista
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Ah, Fat Joe, let it go, baby)
Respec‘ a Soul Sista (Ah, let it flow, baby)
Fat Joe:
Me and Bootsy in cahoots
And we‘re lookin‘ for some sistas that’s flown the koop
Not necessarily because they cute
Because you know what you want and the Funk’s in you, baby
Bootsy:
Me and Cousin Joe is in cahoots
And we‘re lookin‘ for some sistas that’s flown the koop
Not necessarily because they cute
Because, ah, as you know, the Funk’s in you baby,
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Yeah)
I love Ya, Sweet Sista (You’re the other woman, baby)
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Speak on, baby)
I love ya, Sweet Sista
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista
Respec‘ a Soul Sista (Soul Sista)
Soul Sista, Sweet Sista (Soul Sista)
Respec‘ a Soul Sista (Soul Sista)
Soul Sista
(Soul Sista, ah, Soul Sista)
Soul Sista
(Soul Sista, ah, Soul Sista)
Soul Sista
Soul Sista
Say what?
Soul Sista, Soul Sista
Come on
Soul Sista
All around the world, let me hear you say
Soul Sista
This is dedicated to all my Soul Sisters
Uhh, let it be written and let it be done, baby
You know your name should be melody, baby
Yeah, my cold cuppa Hot Chocolate
(Wiiiiind me up, ah!)
In Funk We Thrust, Baby
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Memory of the dead
Wealthy vampires
with the cold hands of executioners
execute
executive decisions
determined to destroy
what 1 million women, children, and men
1910
died, drowning in the rage of battle.
mothers, half naked
infants clutching thier necks
running frantically
tripping...
with the cold hands of executioners
execute
executive decisions
determined to destroy
what 1 million women, children, and men
1910
died, drowning in the rage of battle.
mothers, half naked
infants clutching thier necks
running frantically
tripping...
Calling you
I keep calling you.
Tell me, was it something I said?
Calling you.
Woke up this morning and you told me,
you re tired of the way we re livin ,
and it s time for you to leave.
How could you do...
Tell me, was it something I said?
Calling you.
Woke up this morning and you told me,
you re tired of the way we re livin ,
and it s time for you to leave.
How could you do...
Skake your limbs
Shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems
mek we know where we going shake ya limbs to da
rhythms hymns and poems shake ya limbs to da
rhythms hymns and poems mek we know where we going
shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems
work it out and they say they...
mek we know where we going shake ya limbs to da
rhythms hymns and poems shake ya limbs to da
rhythms hymns and poems mek we know where we going
shake ya limbs to da rhythms hymns and poems
work it out and they say they...
No bravery
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he s been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in...
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he s been here.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in...
Dictionary
Won t you be my dictionary
Won t you translate fun
Into something necessary
Inter uni sun
Won t you be my dictionary
Can t I be very necessary
Inter uni fun
Comes back
Satellites they mix you up
Won t you translate fun
Into something necessary
Inter uni sun
Won t you be my dictionary
Can t I be very necessary
Inter uni fun
Comes back
Satellites they mix you up