Soul Power (black Jungle) Lyrics - Flavor Flav

Two thousand and two 

Lookin' like a tennis player 

Representin' the Wu 

You gangsta nigga? 

Two thousand and two 

You? You isn't 

Representin' the motherfuckin' Wu 

Stand for it right now 

Two thousand and two, you know how we do 

For you and your crew, representin' the motherfuckin' Wu 

Aiyyo catch me coolin' in Aruba, one sneaker on 

Lookin' raw beautiful, a blue ruger, who you lookin' at? 

Six hundred whale, steel color, Brazil love us 

Y'all niggaz is fake, all y'all do is steal from us 

Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my mother 

Slap one of y'all fake ass niggaz 

Reefer from Egypt daddy we rock Magnums 

All big niggaz heavy on the wrist play diss niggaz 

Ghost story blow 'em, RZA throw the fork through 'em 

Me, wonder woman cousin, jewelried out, talk to him 

Hammers that bust endlessness, cover terrorism what? 

Slide in the seven, measure the whips 

It's soul power 

Two thousand and two 

Soul power 

You know how we do 

Soul power 

For you and your crew 

Soul power 

Representin' Wu 

Soul power 

You know how we do 

Soul soul power 

Two thousand and two 

Soul power 

For you and your crew 

Soul power 

Representin' Wu 

I'm a dollar and a dream from seein' a brick 

In grimy hallways, slingin' nicks and treys 

When it's on then it's on and poppin, shots lickin' 

I'm spittin' this shit for the hood, glock clickin' 

Tension in the street, we stressed, still wanna eat 

I walk through the valley of death, the hotstepper 

Holdin' red pepper, everybody on reach 

I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand 

Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature 

'Nights over Egypt', 'Black as Arabia' 

'Gundeliro', self I savior, I need the 

Soul power 

You know how we do 

Soul power 

For you and your crew 

Soul power 

Representin' Wu 

Soul power 

You know how we do 

Soul soul power 

Two thousand and two 

Soul power 

For you and your crew 

Soul power 

Representin' Wu 

Aiyyo, aiyyo 

Aiyyo I got the whip smellin' like lemon 

Roger Clemence Jerseys, the man blew 

Seven cold coolies in the worthy and 

I crush those rappers, keep the toast near the radiator 

We like our guns warm, it's easier to make the papers 

Stayed off, the cape came off, ghost g'd off 

The track's like doin' six months and I'm a beat off 

At the airport attention always flow in my direction like 

You let the best then sparkle his perfection and 

Bitches be askin' them, ghost you got so much shit 

You need to cash in, bracelets matchin' 'em 

Yo, yo 

Line Cadillacs to blocks, Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx 

Jukebox records, flatfooted cops 

Get automatic systematic jumpin' in your socks 

Mama's apple pie in the park hopscotch 

Reunited on the radio, Wu-Tang superb 

In the sprinklers girls double dutchin on the curb 

Sinatra, the pop the Jackson Five recordings 

Uptown saturday, cotton came to harlem 

Ringmaster circus was, bailey and barnum 

Crack a Coca Cola, summer heat was my boredom 

Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ 

When rerun did the dance, the whole world saw him 

The blackout fears, Foxxy Brown, Pam Grier 

Ford motor gear, your life and times queer 

"Smokey the bear", Burt Reynolds gray hair 

Throw 'em some gems, throw up your fists and say yeah, it's 

It's soul power 

Two thousand and two 

Soul power 

You know how we do 

Soul power 

For you and your crew 

Soul power 

Representin' Wu 

Soul power 

You know how we do 

Soul soul power 

Two thousand and two 

Soul power 

For you and your crew 

Soul power 

Representin' Wu 

{I'm the nigga that got you talkin' bout "Fight the power". 

Aye yo Flav! 

Whassup Meth? 

What you know about niggaz from Long Island right? 

Huh? 

True Long Island right? 

All my life 

All your life right? 

All my life 

Westbury 

Word up, Freeport, Long Island, Roosevelt, Long Island 

And and an an and went through Westbury too 

You from Westbury? 

Nah I got family in Westbury, New Castle Park and them 

Oh stop jokin, I ain't know that 

You from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead, the Heights Man 

Yeah 

Word up, come on man 

Oh, what? 

Hundred Terrace Avenue 

Stop jokin, the El Dorados, nigga what? 

I got family up in El Dorados right now nigga word 

That's where I'm from, that's my block 

That's my block right there! Aye yo! 

That's right y'all, that's right, it's all good 

Me and method man from the motherfuckin' hood 

So get it from the bricks to the fuckin' wood 

Yeah niggaz 

Know what I mean? Word up to the bird up 

They caught the bird, made him soup, now I sip from out my cup 

Nigga 

Oh yo man you just hit me in the head with a brick for real 

You got me bleedin' from the side of the head Meth 

You're a beautiful fuckin' person 

Yo Meth, yo Meth. 

Yo check one two 

Without me havin' my finger in the plug 

I'm gettin shocked anyway, hahaha}