Lyrics The Brand New Heavies – Soul Flower

Soul Flower Lyrics – The Brand New Heavies

Singer: The Brand New Heavies
Title: Soul Flower

My mama told me one day that some real good things would happen
If I practice all my dancin’ and I practice all my rappin’
Well, before she goes to bed at night
My mama would always say that everything would come together

Every dog would have his day, now able on cables table when I freak the funk
I got more tricks up my sleeve than Freddie’s got junk
No need to do no Judo or no kicks like Karate
Cause I can get funky like a baby on a bottle

Oh, what the heck
n#gg#s just wanna get wrecked to the track
It’s brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we’re not wack

But at this point there’s no turning back
But to be exact, I’ve got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we make some cash and in 93 we make the loot
Because the vinyl is delicious

I’m the n#gg# who’s ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he’s giving our wishes
One, I wanna just jam with your band
Two, you gotta play it all across the land

Three, the plan is grab the ducats and say f#ck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin’ down the street balin’ to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
n#gg# tried to flex but he had to be smoked

So I shot him in the #ss on the downstroke
I shot in the #ss on the downstroke (What!)
Shot him in the #ss on the downstroke
Yeah (I shot him in the #ss on the downstroke)

Shot him in the #ss on the downstroke…
Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I’m not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like Judo

Never date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
A anna bonanna bananafanafuno
Yet you know Shafino
Met her in a trio

Souped up my glass jet flew her #ss to Rio
I’m somewhat Creole
Don’t like the man of steel
I’m not your carbon copy but your first rap jalopy for real

I used to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo’d my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the rocks
Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props

You know?
How long can you freak the funk?
How long can you freak the funk?
(Freak the funk)

I separate the good stuff from the junk
(Freak the funk)
Yo, how long can you freak the funk
(Freak the funk)

It’s all right
(Freak the funk)
I swear to tell the whole truth and nothin’ but the whole truth
Ever since I was a little snot nosed, snaggletooth

Whippersnapper, I knew to become a rapper
With flavor that of chocolate fudge
Here comes the judge and jury from the fury got me on trial (trial)
Because I never copy and I got me own style (style)

A juvenile professional
Cuthroat when it comes to stepping on toes
Now the police got my fingerprints and profile
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Lyrics The Brand New Heavies – Soul Flower

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