Представляем точный текст композиции "My Soul" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Coolio . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «My Soul» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Coolio передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Coolio - "My Soul"
Lyrics to My Soul : 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 [ My Soul Lyrics ]
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