Hey sista, sista Sista, sista Hey sista, sista Sista, sista Hey sista, sista Sista, soul
Yo, did you just like, get our I might be talkin' about you And if you're at your tape deck Or CD player like, what is that? Yeah, possibilty is, you If you nonchalant lookin' out The window You ain't really feelin' this and Yeah, it be you
An' if you sittin' still you're a little bit nervous 'Cuz you really don't know I'm getting ready To come with, you Oh but, that are bobbin' their heads up and down And this 'cuz, it's all that I represent you, ai'ght? So we do this
How y'all don' did it, did it before Freak shit knowing that it ain't yours Now there's a ramification just for Bite somebody sug', and they gon' you back You busy smilin', smilin', grinnin' in my Whole time tryna my place Now is for the real soul cat, leaders of the pack remember, God got yo' back
See it's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same too heavy and the boat can't float Here's a little somethin' to make you You goin' if the mother sinks
It's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same It's getting too and the boat can't float But there's a little somethin' to you think You goin' down if the mother sinks
You know that ya'll oughta it, quit it, quit it for sure Slidin' by on Xerox thinkin' we don't That's the luck if the rhythm can't stand in the The only thing that's is my face You got me burnin', yearnin', turnin' in my soul music be who I be Now this is for the real cat, leaders of the pack Just remember, got yo' back
See it's too of ya'll ridin' in the same boat Getting too and the boat can't float a little something to make you think You goin' if the mother sinks
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See it's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same Getting too heavy and the boat can't Here's a something to make you think You goin' down if the mother
Too many of ya'll, too many of to come for Too many of ya'll, too many of ya'll to for Too many of ya'll, too many of to come for Too many of ya'll, too many of to come for
Imitating, business dealing, melody tryna Some were to sin, some weren't But baby, that's okay 'cuz I You really soul music You'll be 'round for a But if you're takin' lessons the leader Baby, yo' ass goodbye
Soul, soul This is for the brothers who Are the leaders of the pack You who you are, you said it all baby, hey
Big ups to the peeps that the wheel turning, yo To my mellow, Mayfield Mr. Gaye, Mr. Donnie Hathaway, Betty Wright True pioneers of soul And to the new generation of Leaders of the You who you are Big ups to you it goin', goin', goin'