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    bushwalla:
    i live by the funk and i die by the funk
    and i am livin it by the funk and i live
    i live by the funk and i die by the funk
    and i am livin it by the funk and i live
    well the harmonies they won't be kickin
    but these lyrics are so finger lickin
    well yo girls purr like a kitten
    she'll be smitten for an ass woopin
    and the dope of the rhyme at the scene of the crime
    and you cannot forget the weather
    cause i'll be cussing a fuss and forget all that rush
    my skin feels like it's pleather
    on the fourth of july that is when i might die
    but this girl moves like no other
    what, i will slip up the fly and then hope she won't cry
    and i pray there is no brother
    j, why

    jason:
    cause she is a white girl, in a soul train line
    she is a white girl, in a soul train line

    bushwalla:
    now my fingers are really tired
    i've been up for three days and wired
    this girl reaps of desire
    and it's burnin like a motherfuckin wildfire
    now cause the older the ho and the more she may know
    and the drink kills off my liver
    and the rhyme battles brew everything that you do
    and the liquor is killing my system
    i am totally stoked on the m.c. microphone
    and a peace to all of my brothers
    but the girl got an itch and i hear that she's a bitch
    but her brew is like no other, why

    jason:
    cause she is a white girl, in a soul train line
    she is a white girl, in a sould train line
    bushwalla:
    you so hot

    jason:
    because she can drink a dime from a nickel bag
    yes she can, she can walk like a man
    and fuck doing a handstand
    american bandstand they could not comprehend
    so the soul train was where she fit in
    and she did it again and again and again
    and if it wasn't for sin
    well they would ask her where it all began
    she said nebraska
    on tv on saturday that's where she made enough of her money
    to grow up and then move to the city
    greyhound bus true grit and real titties
    and made her name as the soul train pretty
    train pretty

    together:
    soul train
    soul train
    (there's one more round fellas, one more round)
    soul train

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