8BALL - Soap Box lyrics
rate meNo 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