[Intro]
Look, up in the sky
It's a bird
It's a plane
Hehehe, no, it's Sooperman Lover, baby, yeah
Daddy, daddy
Would you please tell me a story?
Alright, get over here and sit your big ass down
Lemme tell you a story about the Sooperman Lover, check it
[Verse 1: Redman & Johnny "Guitar" Watson]
Yo, I was out for lunch and shit
Puffin' on a blunt to get my head wrecked
Boogiein' to my Walkman with an "S" on my chest (Bust a move)
Yes, I'm a superhero, don't forget
I smoke mad niggas, so to hell with cigarettes
But anyway, let's get back to this skit
You know who the fuck I am, so get off that old bull, shuck
Lunchtime was up (Fuck)
Let me jet or I'll collect unemployment bucks
On the way back, Jack, I spotted this object, a stray cat
Stuck in a tree with a tag that say that:
"If found, please return to this address"
(How did you see it?) Nigga, with my X-ray eye set
Like, pchow, I jetted to the closest phone booth
Quick flash, I dipped into my Sooperlover suit
I can leap tall buildings (Yeah)
In a single bound
Boom, right through the fuckin' phone booth ceiling
(It's a plane) Nah, Sooperman Lover's the name
I can slam King Kong and pick up freight trains
On a mission to save this cat that was wishin'
He was in his litter watchin' Fritz on Channel 6 and
Relaxin', feet cocked up just a little
With a cod cocktail and a bowl of tender vittles
I snatched him, took off through the air like a pigeon
Quick so he won't start meowin' and bitchin'
Then landed at the cat's tag address in the projects
(Elevator's broke) So I had to take the back steps
(Knock-knock) The doors opened and my eyes swole
From this bad-ass honey sippin' a quart of Old Gold
"Yo, is this your cat?" ("Aw, yes, where'd you find him at?")
"He was stuck in a tree up by uptown Manhattan"
"Well, how the hell did you save him? Are you police undercover?"
"Nah, baby, the "S" on my chest stands for"
Look, up in the sky
It's a bird
It's a plane
Hehehe, no, it's Sooperman Lover, baby, yeah
Daddy, daddy
Would you please tell me a story?
Alright, get over here and sit your big ass down
Lemme tell you a story about the Sooperman Lover, check it
[Verse 1: Redman & Johnny "Guitar" Watson]
Yo, I was out for lunch and shit
Puffin' on a blunt to get my head wrecked
Boogiein' to my Walkman with an "S" on my chest (Bust a move)
Yes, I'm a superhero, don't forget
I smoke mad niggas, so to hell with cigarettes
But anyway, let's get back to this skit
You know who the fuck I am, so get off that old bull, shuck
Lunchtime was up (Fuck)
Let me jet or I'll collect unemployment bucks
On the way back, Jack, I spotted this object, a stray cat
Stuck in a tree with a tag that say that:
"If found, please return to this address"
(How did you see it?) Nigga, with my X-ray eye set
Like, pchow, I jetted to the closest phone booth
Quick flash, I dipped into my Sooperlover suit
I can leap tall buildings (Yeah)
In a single bound
Boom, right through the fuckin' phone booth ceiling
(It's a plane) Nah, Sooperman Lover's the name
I can slam King Kong and pick up freight trains
On a mission to save this cat that was wishin'
He was in his litter watchin' Fritz on Channel 6 and
Relaxin', feet cocked up just a little
With a cod cocktail and a bowl of tender vittles
I snatched him, took off through the air like a pigeon
Quick so he won't start meowin' and bitchin'
Then landed at the cat's tag address in the projects
(Elevator's broke) So I had to take the back steps
(Knock-knock) The doors opened and my eyes swole
From this bad-ass honey sippin' a quart of Old Gold
"Yo, is this your cat?" ("Aw, yes, where'd you find him at?")
"He was stuck in a tree up by uptown Manhattan"
"Well, how the hell did you save him? Are you police undercover?"
"Nah, baby, the "S" on my chest stands for"
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