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soap box - 8ball lyrics

no matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go
stand up on your soap box and let the world know i’m here (i’m right here)
and i ain’t goin’ nowhere (and i ain’t goin’ nowhere)
no matter what life give you, you gotta get up and go
stand up on your soap box and let the world know i’m here (i’m right here)
and i ain’t goin’ nowhere (nowhere, man)

i’m a outlaw fat with p-ssy, love and weed
smokin’ straight jack drinkin’ no chase or slurring when i’m talkin’
slow walkin’ dirty, southern blues, rock ‘n’ roll
cocaine and weed, yes indeed, lock and load
cuz money make a man, take money from your hand
it make a woman do stuff she say she ain’t never do again
we livin’ life and everybody got just one of them
them boys haters, i don’t f-ck around with none of them
family first, i don’t put nothin’ in front of them
somebody fool with that, i’m burnin’ everyone of them
i be so humble, i’m in love with this whole hip-hop music
i do it for the ones who look for fat bay when they chose it
i spit it hard for the ones that gotta live it hard
they get it hard and don’t know nothin’ but give it hard
we learned it hard man, one they shoot up on the guard
i must be trippin’ cuz right now i hear them talkin’ to me

aye i’m a president, a leader, a teacher, a crooked preacher
i’m a star of the team, a fan up in the bleachers
i’m a baby, up in haiti with no mom or pops
i’m a farmer in my swan i’m tryin’ to water my crops
i’m a young n-gg-r out there tryin’ to hustle them rocks
i’m the og with that hook up tryin’ to rap up them blocks
i’m the cush that you’re smokin’, i’m that c-ke up your nose
i’m that feelin’ that you get when used to gang a hoe
i’m that feelin’ every entertainer get
when they do what they do and maybe sow up on that sh-t yea
i’m s-xed on heroin with back to back -rg-sms
in my mind what i’m doin’ is way more than rappin’
when blues get there talkin’ to you devils get there walkin’ with your evil
if you reachin’ for you tryin’ to take it all from you
it make you stronger, filthy rich, i own the corner
feelin’ good, livin’ good that’s what we all want

yo i’m a hard white extro feene jones county rappin’
-ss whoopin’ -ss, ask somebody if you think i’m playin’
around 95 spittin’ demun
i’m money gettin’, -ss lickin’ if she’s hot, no bullsh-ttin’
they don’t forget me, because i’m unforgettable
and thugs don’t f-ck with me, i’m unf-ckwithable
i’m in this b-tch with 8ball, and that says a lot
i’m grinding through the rings for every f-ckin’ crumb i got
but i’m still hungry, i walk, hitch or drive the van
i bust those nights but i don’t need it to get to my fans
i’ll sign your shirt, heck take the pictures and shake the hands
you have to be in my shoes to completely understand
see, i didn’t choose to rhyme
yea, rhymin’ chose me
and i used to snort cocaine and make my nose bleed
i almost died from it, but see, i survived
my heart is stronger than ever, i feel i’ll never die
success isn’t measured by your house and your car
do you have it when they say you a star?
is it love? is it money? is it all of the above?
when you know how to achieve it, do you ever get enough?

- 8ball lyrics

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