Blu feat. Suzi Analogue Soupa Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Doin' Nothin'
  • 2 Everything's OK
  • 3 Never Be the Same
  • 4 Above Crenshaw
  • 5 SLNGBNGrs
  • 6 Soupa
  • 7 Hours.
  • 8 Annie Hall
  • 9 Tags
  • 10 Spring Winter Summer Fall
  • 11 Down to Earth
  • 12 My Sunshine
  • 13 Jazmine
  • 14 Jazzmen
  • 15 Ronald Morgan
  • 16 KeePushinn
  • 17 Doin' Somethin'
  • [Verse 1: Blu]
    Uh, wannabes
    I wanna write novels, sippin’ bottles under trees
    Wonder Woman with me, could she be Japanese
    Wanna have lap dances for free, any time I please
    Just because I’m, yeah
    Just because I’m me, I wanna wonder why I dream
    (?) don’t budget
    Message for the hunger when I’m younger
    I wanna tell (?), special they smell
    Word to mother but really no wink yo
    ‘Cause still he can’t slumber
    I wanna have his role, his crown, his girl and his sound
    But get real, shit’s really real
    Still wow, brick style up in the wow since a
    While back then, you should slip it in now
    Mo chill, now the top flow real
    So bear with me, besides more bills than this automobile
    I’m still blizzy for real
    I still Dizzy Gillespie
    But does he impress me when I’m still in the next seat?
    I’m fresher than next week’s beach
    Yea, feelin like the next Swizz Beats like
    More like Spike Lee better Blu
    Never liked none of you blues, stuntin like a one or 2
    Lord’s got a woman
    One or two coming through wanting something soft give em something new
    But guess what, wasn’t Blu, nah
    Must’ve been one of you

    [Verse 2: Blu]
    I wanna spit hollow tip novelists, (?) styles and raise eyebrows
    Like ah I like this girl (?)
    She got Reeboks, city rock, felines back when he used to jock
    I’m too hot for teen eyes it was
    A young one with brown eyes that dine in one day
    Down to stunt, who young John the one
    Who wants bars and broads? 2 more stars, I do the math
    You do the knowledge of play dumb
    Of course, 50 senses from south to north for the
    Pretty women I am willing to endorse
    Horse power, more mule in stall for the foolish
    I will wake you up but you love it in that new bliss
    Kiss life, even if I couldn’t
    I relive it twice, grip the mic
    And I ain’t even gotta speak in different life
    You spit it nice but it’s mean and cold, don’t forget us, it ain’t home
    You remember when you grown, I told you
    Your papa ain’t scold ya
    I got the heat, 6 holster
    Come from California where the sunshine dies
    And turns into that glow dust, no life

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