Soopaman Luva 5 (Part I)

Somebody stole my mojo, yo, once again
Soopaman Luva flyin' through the fuckin' sky
I'm lookin' for my mojo,
I'm fried chinky-eyed
My cape is still tore up, but
I make a lil' money
I'm like Ace
Ventura, duckin' my landlord
The land of the poor, where
I handle my biz
I got a weed spot on the block
Hannibal live
Pokemon on the pipe,
Rudolph the deer
Red-NoseGlow in the night, when his nose gettin' right
I pimp Snow and
Vanna White on the hoe stroll
Dr. Ruth on
E, sippin'
Old Gold,
Mr. T on crack, mohawk cornrow
In South Park with the
Chef, in the stolen
FordI'm lookin' for my mojo, where it at?
Got a APB on it dawg, where it at?
I ran into
Cita, from
BETShe said, "Man is a nigga, that's fast on the triggerI thought he was you, when we had the party for twoMy girlfriend said the same, majority rules"
Damn, who takin' my women?
Who takin' my chickens around thanksgiving?
Now that's pimpin'
Called my man
Meth and Bishop
Don JuanHe smokin' a blunt, other sippin'
Sean DonHe said it ain't the game, but how you play it
So I can't hate the game, so
I'm dyin' to play it
Now I'm back in the air, ready to put my smack down
I'm searchin' for the impostor to pat down
I'm urgin' to put the glock up and clap rounds
It's curtains like
Jimmy Hoffa, he not found
So ride on me, try homey
Your plan'll fail like the
Acme Kit from
CoyoteNow
I'ma find the bastard that stole my juice
Soopaman Part
Five, in your archives
I'm yo Soopaman baby, that's who
I amFlyin' through the air, without a care
I'm high as hell blazin', that
Cali weedThat
Kryptonite bud, that sticky green
I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman
I'm yo' Soopaman