8BALL - Soap Box lyrics

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No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go

Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I’m here (I’m right here)

And I ain’t goin’ nowhere (And I ain’t goin’ nowhere)

No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go

Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I’m here (I’m right here)

And I ain’t goin’ nowhere (Nowhere, man)

I’m a outlaw fat wet pussy loven, weed

Smokin’ straight Jack drinkin’ no chaser, slurring when I’m talkin’

Slow walkin’ dirty, southern blues, rock ‘n’ roll

Cocaine and weed, yes indeed, lock and load

Cuz money make a man, take money from your hand

It make a woman do stuff she say she ain’t never do again

We livin’ life and everybody got just one of them

Them boys haters, I don’t fuck around with none of them

Family first, I don’t put nothin’ in front of them

Somebody fool with that, I’m burnin’ everyone of them

I be so humble, I’m in love with this whole hip-hop music

I do it for the ones who look for Fat Bay when they chose it

I spit it hard for the ones that gotta live it hard

They get it hard and don’t know nothin’ but gettin it hard

We learned it hard man, one nation up under god.

I must be trippin’ cuz right now I hear them talkin’ to me

No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go

Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I’m here (I’m right here)

And I ain’t goin’ nowhere (And I ain’t goin’ nowhere)

No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go

Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I’m here (I’m right here)

And I ain’t goin’ nowhere (Nowhere, man)

Aye I’m a president, a leader, a teacher, a crooked preacher

I’m a star of the team, a fan up in the bleachers

I’m a baby, up in Haiti with no mom or pops

I’m a farmer in batswana I’m tryin’ to water my crops

I’m a young nigger out there tryin’ to hustle them rocks

I’m the OG with that hook up tryin’ to wrap up them blocks

I’m the cush that you’re smokin’, I’m that coke up your nose

I’m that feelin’ that you get when u spit game to ho's

I’m that feelin’ every entertainer get

When they do what they do and they be so up on they shit yea

I’m sex on heroin with back to back orgasms

In my mind what I’m doin’ is way more than rappin’

When blues get to talkin’ to you, devils get to walkin’ with ya

evil get to reachin’ for ya tryin’ to take it all from ya

It make you stronger, filthy rich, or on the corner

Feelin’ good, livin’ good that’s what we all want

No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go

Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I’m here (I’m right here)

And I ain’t goin’ nowhere (And I ain’t goin’ nowhere)

No matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go

Stand up on your soap box and let the world know I’m here (I’m right here)

And I ain’t goin’ nowhere (Nowhere, man)

Yo I’m a hard white ex dope fiend Jones county reppin’

Ass whoopin’, ask somebody if you think I’m playin’

A rhyme written fire spittin’ Demon

I’m money gettin’, ass lickin’ if she’s hot, no bullshittin’

They don’t forget me, because I’m unforgettable

An punks don’t fuck with me, I’m unfuckwithable

I’m in this bitch with 8Ball, and that says a lot

I’m grinding through the rain for every fuckin’ crumb I got

But I’m still hungry, I walk, hitch or drive the van

A bus is nice but I don’t need it to get to my fans

I’ll sign your shirt, hat, take the pictures and shake the hands

You have to be in my shoes to completely understand

See, I didn’t choose to rhyme

Yea, rhymin’ chose me

And I used to snort cocaine and made my nose bleed

I almost died from it, but see, I survived

My heart is stronger than ever, I feel I’ll never die

Success isn’t measured by your house and your car

Do you have it when they say you a star

Is it love Is it money Is it all of the above

When you know how to achieve it, do you ever get enough

Thanks to Mr.fuentes for correcting these lyrics