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