Lyrics:
Hey yo nephew check this out man
Now I know you got that bad chick right there
You ain't even tripping off of her
But she doing all of that for
paradise, in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky
Will I survive all
paradise, in the sky
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed out mansion in paradise, in the sky
Will I survive all
ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Dripping peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady
ain't got hoods
Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook
Dripping peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke
Then some lady
the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
'Cause he's a wonderful man
But I'm
me Sam Cooke singin'
That don't worry me now
(Don't worry me now)
High life
We livin' that high life
Luxury
High life
Luxury
We livin' that high life
By now you should know how a sip feels
He say, "One more
Can't drive
Oscar Wilde and Peter Cooke close by
Sheik O'Rara and Steve McQueen, right there, oh yeah
I'm lost in a cloud and I can't get out
Wham Bam Sam
Drumming king from New Orleans"
That's right, and I've been summoned here
By the owner now you tell him old Wham Bam
Sam has come to his
as T rex
Green, like Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye
"crossed over" almost everyone I know
Has at the very least a copy
Of Al Green’s Greatest Hit's
Many more
sounds of Sam Cooke
Mid-60's, my moms then moved to Red Hook
Same hood Al Capone was put
And got his rep as a crook
In them criminal books, we don't look
now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy.
Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,
these whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah).
Been
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Only place that's right for me
Chromed-out mansion in paradise
In the sky
Will I survive all the fights
years old, oh, oh
He wanted to own
His own clothing store
Dressed like Sam Cooke
With the catholic girls
In his Fair lane Ford
Doing his job
of a hustla
Born by the river like I'm Sam Cooke
Knew a change would come,
I just had to look.
Hit the road to get a couple wins
Bring the trophies back, where
Chain Gang - Written by - Sam Cooke
He Don't Love You - Written by - J butler
C mayfield & C carter
Searchin' - Written by - Jerry
Leiber & Mike
Hmm
[Snoop talking]
Hey yo nephew check this out man
Now I know you got that bad chick right there
You ain't even tripping off of her
But she
there go P
Yo Chop what up what up?
Sam Cooke writing hand, all of my lightning, damn
Used to rob niggas in Sam's, buy shams
For my dude's baby shoe
the track fast, not slow (right now, right now)
Pull it back twice, let's go (right now, right now)
Sweat marks all on my clothes (right now, right now
You feel the music know I'm over there probably
Pimpin on the same system that forever shorted me
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It
got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you wanna make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another
the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you want to make a new dance up
It's all to the good shorty 'gwan do that stuff
It's not another sound
something that's overlooked
The way a nigga goin', might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up, calling home for money on my books
'Cause if this shit don't
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