Hey sista, soul Sista, soul Hey sista, soul Sista, sista Hey sista, soul Sista, sista
Yo, did you like, get our partyin'? Then I might be talkin' you And if you're at your tape deck Or your CD player like, is that? Yeah, is, it's you If you actin' lookin' out The like You really feelin' this and like Yeah, it be you
An' if you sittin' still because you're a bit nervous 'Cuz you don't know what I'm getting ready To come with, you Oh but, ones are bobbin' their heads up and down And feelin' this 'cuz, it's all that I you, ai'ght? So we do this
How y'all don' did it, did it before Freak somebody's shit knowing that it yours Now a ramification just for that Bite somebody sug', and they gon' bite you You busy smilin', smilin', in my face Whole tryna take my place Now this is for the soul cat, leaders of the pack Just remember, God got yo'
See it's too many of ya'll ridin' in the same Gettin' too heavy and the can't float a little somethin' to make you think You goin' if the mother sinks
It's too many of ridin' in the same boat It's too heavy and the boat can't float But there's a little to make you think You goin' down if the mother sinks
You that ya'll oughta quit it, quit it, quit it for sure by on Xerox thinkin' we don't know That's the luck if the rhythm can't stand in the The only thing that's missin' is my You got me burnin', yearnin', in my sleep 'Cuz music be who I be Now this is for the real soul cat, of the pack remember, Stone got yo' back
See it's too of ya'll ridin' in the same boat too heavy and the boat can't float Here's a little to make you think You goin' down if the sinks
Soul soul insurance Soul soul insurance Soul soul insurance Soul soul insurance
See it's too many of ridin' in the same boat Getting too heavy and the boat float Here's a something to make you think You goin' if the mother sinks
Too many of ya'll, too of ya'll to come for Too many of ya'll, too many of to come 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 born to sin, weren't But baby, okay 'cuz I learned You really know soul be 'round for a while But if you're lessons from the leader Baby, yo' ass goodbye
Soul, soul is for the real brothers who Are the leaders of the pack You know who you are, you 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 of soul of the pack You who you are Big ups to you it goin', goin', goin'