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