Yo yo Yo Yo YO!
YO! Call me Soopaman Luva the rude bwoy
That nigga SWV loose they cool for
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
Ah hah AH HAH ah hah AH HAH
Ah hahahaha hah ha
Yo yo I’m usually flyin through the motherfuckin air
But the utility belt on my underwear need repairs
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin a Dutch
Left court for child support bitch attackin my bucks (WHY?)
They wanna fuck with certified private eye
Every week, check stubs to show the judge I got a job
Damn this; Soopaman used to stack them chips
Now I’m broke cause little kids riding Batman dick
I’m not a hater but the Caped Crusader blockin my dough
And I’ll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show
I’m critically acclaimed; but the press’ll fuck my name up
Police is lookin for me, call the mayor he’a hang up
Nowhere to run to and Brownstone even know it
So I pack the fo’-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game; slappin all hoes who got the fame
Then I rob em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama name
(You’ve been framed!) Yeah yeah I know I gotta go out
So I’m shuttin the game down like 30 nuthin blowout
I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Soopaman Luva gon’ switch to Soopaman Villain
[Dave Hollister]
Soopaman! Roll up a L for me
Know I got to pack the heat (sing that shit Dave)
Cause niggaz tryin to fuck with me
(Who am I?)
Soopaman! Flyin through the air high
Smokin on that bom-baa
I don’t give a fuck if I die
(Who am I?)
[Redman]
Yo yo, I’m back on deck, I never lost the pep in my step