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
Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the next
corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
Tryin to set me up like Jim Kelly, MUY, MUY
Before I hit somebody they This is the time
now gimme that beat
Feel how the rhythm grips your feet.
Kitty-Baby
take my hand
she's like a devil heaven sent.
I'm in her arms and she's in mine
maybe we'll make the film on time.
Sitting in the 15th row
oh baby
I love you so.
We are the jet set society
we are the jet set
And the means liberty
liberty.
We are the jet set society
we are the jet set
We are the jet set-set society.
We're on the run
we know where to go
We've got the tickets for the midnight show.
Nights are buniing out so fast
hop on the beam
you won't be last.
The Russians seem to be that way
we love 'em like we love D. Kaye.
We need no money
we got it free
We are the high-high-high-high-high-society.
We are the jet set society
we are the jet set
. . .
We are the jet set
hop on the beam
we are the jet set
hop on the beam.
We are the jet set
hop on the beam
we are the jet set
hop on the beam.
Shine on society
shine on liberty
shine on luxury
shine on society.
Streets are full of love and fear
this could be the final year.
Enrico's dead but still o. k
we dance the streets
feeling well.
If she's a lady
I'm her man
if she's a man
I'll do what I can.
Let's go to the moon
let's go to the moon
Come and join the institution
let's go to the moon.
Let's go to the moon
let's go to the moon
Set that taste of liberty and let's go to the moon.
Let's go to the jet set - let's go to the moon = society.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - liberty.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - society.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - liberty.
Jet set - let's go to the moon - society.
We are the jet set - let's go to the moon - liberty. . . .