Somebody stole my mojo! Yo, once again. Soopaman Luva flying 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 ho 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 Chandon 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 homie Your plan'll fail like the Acme Kit from Coyote Now I'mma find the bastard that stole my juice Soopaman Part Five, in your archives Aiyyo yo fuck that! Aiyyo I gotta find my motherfuckin mojo Aiyyo Reggie Noble, aiyyo Reggie Noble c'mere nigga! Aiyyo start it off while I tell you how it went down Yo, yo Put the drop down, get your smoke on Get your feel on, are you feeling? Get your girl on, get your squeeze on Get your bus on, are you chilling? Are you wheeling, are you feeling? How you feeling? And we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh (Tell me what you doin) C'mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around Stay focused, on the case put the hash down Jetted through the air about five miles per hour My mojo gone I can't fly like I wanna But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that Couldn't wait to be me, put his face on TV From the Tec blow, I asked my ex-hoes Pass off some info for a pair of X.O.'s "Write the check low, I don't do that I told you that shit before when I boned your back!" Now I'm back to square one, and everybody hatin So I popped the flare gun, now they all escapin Ran into Gator, from Jungle Fever He's my people and my neighbor, I said I need a favor He said "For ten dollars, and for ten Whoppers From Burger King, I'll tell you the nigga who gotcha." Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry He said "Blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy" I said... "What the fuck going on?! A white guy interrupting my fuck flowing on?" So I copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun Stalking like Rambo, mixed with Commando Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, I'm on the handle Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow I jumped up and backtracked myself Who's the last ho I fucked or throat I cut I said "Wait a minute, yo, that bitch Jane on the prowl again I bet she up to no good, actin foul again Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin, I get her if I want her Matter of fact I'm gonna cause she live around the corner." I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor Cause she bring drama like Jeffrey Dahmer But I heard fuckin all the way from the bottom I'm like, "Damn she yelling!" Kinda made me jealous Knocked on the door enraged Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days "Do it clown, before I count to four now Cause if I hit five them flares'll blow your door down!" I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin to run So I re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one "Freeze motherfuckers!", I jumped on Jane back "I want the cheese motherfuckers! And my name back." We tussling, fighting, biting skin and rustling Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle and Her knees buckling, I thought to myself "Where's that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin?" then Right out the blue Owww! Who dat? Who dere?