Soul No. 5

I got a bicycle I'm cruising down the street

I like to keep it, who's a freak in the sheets?

I got a credit card and I use it all the time

I got the gucci gucci gooey oozy icky style

I do a hair flip I strut my stuff

You whispering at me, I can't hear you I say "What?"

I don't have a job but I got a lot of time

Baby show me yours and then maybe I'll show you mine

Bang bang and away she goes

Souped up and I'm ready to go

I got soul

I got soul

I got soul, waoh-oh-oh

Rolling the windows down and screaming out my name

You looking good mama how you doing?

You and me girl we have a really good time

But, I like to hit'em and quit'em that's just my style

I wear kicks fresh out the box

I got that box go like pop, pop, pop

Rolling out the carpet and they shining down the lights

My girls are looking good and we going out tonight

Bang bang and away she goes

Souped up and I'm ready to go

I got soul

I got soul

I got soul, waoh-oh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh-oh

I got soul

I got soul

I got soul, waoh-oh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh-oh

Soul, waoh-oh-oh