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