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-Nose

glow 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 Ford

I'm lookin for my mojo, where it at?

Got a APB on it dawg, where it at?

I ran into Cita, from BET

She said, "Man is a nigga, that's fast on the trigger

I thought he was you, when we had the party for two

My 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 Juan

He smokin a blunt, other sippin Sean Don

He 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 Coyote

Now I'ma find the bastard that stole my juice

Soopaman Part Five, in your archives



[singers]

I'm yo Soopaman baby, that's who I am

Flyin through the air, without a care

I'm high as hell blazin, that Cali weed (Kryptonite for life)

That Kryptonite bud, that sticky green

I'm yo' Soopaman (he's yo' Soopaman) I'm yo' Soopaman

I'm yo' Soopaman (whoaaa yea yea yea yea) I'm yo' Soopaman

I'm yo' Soopaman (he's high as hell for life)

I'm yo' Soopaman (that Cali weed)

I'm yo' Soopaman (Kryptonite baller)

I'm yo' Soopaman (sticky green)



[needle drags across the record]