Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blowin Them Horns, artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: AAA
Song language: English
Blowin Them Horns |
| Hey, welcome to DA nigga |
| I really thought I was a drummer for a second there |
| Follow me home, see where I was rose |
| Like the one in 2Pac's song that grew from the concrete |
| Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets |
| Baby baby mommas strappin' babies in carseats |
| Niggas failed art class, still they’ll draw heat |
| Design a murder scene faster than an architect with a masters |
| One out of three niggas you know slang, that’s a accurate fraction |
| Sunday dinner denim for packin' a mac in |
| Cheese in the pockets of potential rocket scientists gone bad |
| Like good girls movin' too rapid |
| Had it not been for the social status we after, our |
| Minds could’ve been on more than after hours |
| Some of us become legends, some are labeled as cowards |
| Others fall in between, I say I’m a king |
| Now you can disagree or kiss the ring |
| Either way nigga’s kneel to my feet, don’t be late |
| And if you make it in time to hear the trumpets, I |
| Know you gon' love it cause I love it |
| What’s that? |
| My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| Who wanna go 15 in a Del Amo park alley |
| Used to battle with the pep rally |
| Rest in peace Prospect, I miss you like a missile |
| I can vision you blowing up |
| I launch it in your memory soldier |
| Ask capital Z about snap capital G |
| How we used to wear triple A’s and Footlocker T’s |
| Two toned fitteds from Swap Meet |
| Prepaid Nokias would light up antennas at the AMC movie theater |
| Back when the bitches wouldn’t holler |
| I was short 75 cent, he threw me a dollar |
| Can’t forget J Silk, my ace boon coon |
| On me JT would’ve been proud of you |
| We used to mob to McDonalds every day after school |
| Or Shakey’s for pizza if our allowance would allow it |
| I was wildin' saggin' with the crips I had no business |
| I learned, job or no job your ass better be with the business |
| I became an alchemist over instrumentals |
| I’m Jim Dear over here, that’s the mayor say your prayers |
| It’s C-A-R-son, daughter, father, mother’s own |
| Turn my shakin' haters off and I’m right at home |
| And if you at home with me and hear the trumpets |
| I know you gon' love it, cause I love it |
| What’s that? |
| My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| It sounds like |
| How you like your stay so far? |
| Is it all it’s cracked up to be? |
| If you ever caught the Carson Circuit |
| Ditchin' fifth period to hit the mall, then I hope you hearin' this |
| I do this for y’all, cause y’all can relate to me, you’re my family |
| If you went to Cheapwood, Frog Acres, or Bannana Lee |
| And still hit the ARCO on Del Amo in central for gasoline |
| Chances are we know each other well |
| Not the one for wishes or for fishes, more like good |
| If you touched ever Carson corner I once stood, then would you |
| Just open your ears and hear the trumpets, I know you gon' love it |
| Cause I love it |
| Sound so beautiful, don’t you agree? |
| Really feel like, really feel like I’m the king of Carson right now man |
| For real, nothing y’all niggas could tell me |