Soopa Feen Lyrics
| Song | Soopa Feen |
| Artist | Del tha Funkee Homosapien |
| Album | Both Sides Of The Brain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow | |
| Before he became a fiend for blow, unredeemable | |
| I seen him go insane | |
| Straight from cocaine, graduated to no brain | |
| He went from Polo’s to no name | |
| Pawned everything even his gold chain | |
| Now his skin is dingy, he be singeing | |
| His lips on a glass tube and pass on food | |
| His ass all glued to the seat of his pants | |
| Got cuts and hella puss on his feet and his hands | |
| Completely entranced, give this nigga a face wipe | |
| Before he meet his contact, commissioner base pipe | |
| For new assignments, cause he said it don’t taste right | |
| He used to cop that hop, so his face might look familiar to some | |
| And now your boy’s plumb dumb | |
| Running around the slums, sticking his tongue out at young females | |
| He sees trails, he think they’re aliens | |
| He starts bellin’ in the precinct his feet stink | |
| They throw him in the clink, cause he 5150 | |
| He got his Garfield and Otey beach towel for his cape | |
| And safety pin he use to clean the screen | |
| [I was feeeen before I became a teen] | |
| Now he’s a vigilante on Delancey | |
| Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor | |
| (His trusty sidekick Faultor!) for an ounce or a sack at least | |
| [Well, crack the hash and peep and then it's back to sleep] | |
| Well actually he got the master keys | |
| More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory | |
| Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas | |
| For quick getaways while Faultor pull the Derringer | |
| That’s his ace, shiesty as **** | |
| His specialty is gafflin niggas, extorting their bucks | |
| His best power, the invisible gank | |
| If in your wallet there isn’t no bank | |
| He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy | |
| Saying, "you need crack man, I need amphetamines" | |
| He’s faster than a speed trip, stronger than a nigga on ‘ron | |
| He think he a superhero, he just gone | |
| He can’t really fly but uses a harness | |
| To leap tall building in his undergarments | |
| His teeth are tarnished, he was banished from Berkely | |
| Now he’s up in North Oakland looking really perky | |
| Never think he’s jerky, but he really is | |
| He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz | |
| Coming out the sides of his mouth | |
| Sometimes he hides in the house devises new routes | |
| So he could be up and out if he see po po | |
| If he stalk ya while ya jaywalking looking very awkward | |
| He don’t stay far from the corner where they slang caine | |
| He got the mega migrane sort of like his spider sense | |
| That he can’t fight against | |
| Me I’d rather light a spliff, that’s as high as I can get | |
| But Soopa Feen is super human, he got the crystal lungs | |
| From the planet base with cream will get you sprung | |
| And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done | |
| But you fight crime in your own special way | |
| When you in the holding tank and other fiends won’t let you get your way | |
| You never catch a case cause your slick | |
| High beams projecting, but you’re never caught with shit |
| Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow | |
| Before he became a fiend for blow, unredeemable | |
| I seen him go insane | |
| Straight from cocaine, graduated to no brain | |
| He went from Polo' s to no name | |
| Pawned everything even his gold chain | |
| Now his skin is dingy, he be singeing | |
| His lips on a glass tube and pass on food | |
| His ass all glued to the seat of his pants | |
| Got cuts and hella puss on his feet and his hands | |
| Completely entranced, give this nigga a face wipe | |
| Before he meet his contact, commissioner base pipe | |
| For new assignments, cause he said it don' t taste right | |
| He used to cop that hop, so his face might look familiar to some | |
| And now your boy' s plumb dumb | |
| Running around the slums, sticking his tongue out at young females | |
| He sees trails, he think they' re aliens | |
| He starts bellin' in the precinct his feet stink | |
| They throw him in the clink, cause he 5150 | |
| He got his Garfield and Otey beach towel for his cape | |
| And safety pin he use to clean the screen | |
| I was feeeen before I became a teen | |
| Now he' s a vigilante on Delancey | |
| Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor | |
| His trusty sidekick Faultor! for an ounce or a sack at least | |
| Well, crack the hash and peep and then it' s back to sleep | |
| Well actually he got the master keys | |
| More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory | |
| Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas | |
| For quick getaways while Faultor pull the Derringer | |
| That' s his ace, shiesty as | |
| His specialty is gafflin niggas, extorting their bucks | |
| His best power, the invisible gank | |
| If in your wallet there isn' t no bank | |
| He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy | |
| Saying, " you need crack man, I need amphetamines" | |
| He' s faster than a speed trip, stronger than a nigga on ' ron | |
| He think he a superhero, he just gone | |
| He can' t really fly but uses a harness | |
| To leap tall building in his undergarments | |
| His teeth are tarnished, he was banished from Berkely | |
| Now he' s up in North Oakland looking really perky | |
| Never think he' s jerky, but he really is | |
| He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz | |
| Coming out the sides of his mouth | |
| Sometimes he hides in the house devises new routes | |
| So he could be up and out if he see po po | |
| If he stalk ya while ya jaywalking looking very awkward | |
| He don' t stay far from the corner where they slang caine | |
| He got the mega migrane sort of like his spider sense | |
| That he can' t fight against | |
| Me I' d rather light a spliff, that' s as high as I can get | |
| But Soopa Feen is super human, he got the crystal lungs | |
| From the planet base with cream will get you sprung | |
| And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done | |
| But you fight crime in your own special way | |
| When you in the holding tank and other fiends won' t let you get your way | |
| You never catch a case cause your slick | |
| High beams projecting, but you' re never caught with shit |
| Soopa Feen he used to gleam and glow | |
| Before he became a fiend for blow, unredeemable | |
| I seen him go insane | |
| Straight from cocaine, graduated to no brain | |
| He went from Polo' s to no name | |
| Pawned everything even his gold chain | |
| Now his skin is dingy, he be singeing | |
| His lips on a glass tube and pass on food | |
| His ass all glued to the seat of his pants | |
| Got cuts and hella puss on his feet and his hands | |
| Completely entranced, give this nigga a face wipe | |
| Before he meet his contact, commissioner base pipe | |
| For new assignments, cause he said it don' t taste right | |
| He used to cop that hop, so his face might look familiar to some | |
| And now your boy' s plumb dumb | |
| Running around the slums, sticking his tongue out at young females | |
| He sees trails, he think they' re aliens | |
| He starts bellin' in the precinct his feet stink | |
| They throw him in the clink, cause he 5150 | |
| He got his Garfield and Otey beach towel for his cape | |
| And safety pin he use to clean the screen | |
| I was feeeen before I became a teen | |
| Now he' s a vigilante on Delancey | |
| Then ran to Chancellor looking for his counselor | |
| His trusty sidekick Faultor! for an ounce or a sack at least | |
| Well, crack the hash and peep and then it' s back to sleep | |
| Well actually he got the master keys | |
| More practices in the crack cave where they got a factory | |
| Soopa Feen is skinny can slide through small areas | |
| For quick getaways while Faultor pull the Derringer | |
| That' s his ace, shiesty as | |
| His specialty is gafflin niggas, extorting their bucks | |
| His best power, the invisible gank | |
| If in your wallet there isn' t no bank | |
| He contacts Soopa Feen with telepathy | |
| Saying, " you need crack man, I need amphetamines" | |
| He' s faster than a speed trip, stronger than a nigga on ' ron | |
| He think he a superhero, he just gone | |
| He can' t really fly but uses a harness | |
| To leap tall building in his undergarments | |
| His teeth are tarnished, he was banished from Berkely | |
| Now he' s up in North Oakland looking really perky | |
| Never think he' s jerky, but he really is | |
| He plays with the neighborhood kids with fizz | |
| Coming out the sides of his mouth | |
| Sometimes he hides in the house devises new routes | |
| So he could be up and out if he see po po | |
| If he stalk ya while ya jaywalking looking very awkward | |
| He don' t stay far from the corner where they slang caine | |
| He got the mega migrane sort of like his spider sense | |
| That he can' t fight against | |
| Me I' d rather light a spliff, that' s as high as I can get | |
| But Soopa Feen is super human, he got the crystal lungs | |
| From the planet base with cream will get you sprung | |
| And niggas wanna beat your ass for all the shit you done | |
| But you fight crime in your own special way | |
| When you in the holding tank and other fiends won' t let you get your way | |
| You never catch a case cause your slick | |
| High beams projecting, but you' re never caught with shit |
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