| Pants still saggin' to the floor
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| Saggin' through your turf like I own this fuckin' earth
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| That’s on my fuckin' life, I’m just livin' fuckin' life
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| This ain’t House Party 5 but what’s poppin' for tonight
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| I got a 'lil more dough to spend
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| Let’s rest in peace up on the LB like Nate did
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| Y’all ain’t smokin' y’all jokin'
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| Nugs big as Chuckie Cheese tokens and I’m tokin'
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| Bum house on Skid Row ain’t this potent
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| Holy shit, I’m God-Sent, admire my skit
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| Cállate la boca in the presence of the most high (power)
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| Most high (power), Most high (power)
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| Yea you heard me right
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| True achiever, new Adidas still tryna earn my stripes
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| For all my niggas doin' drugs
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| Fuckin' hoes and showin love
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| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit
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| For all my niggas doin' drugs
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| Fuckin' hoes and showin love
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| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit
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| It’s easy to assume we doin' decent, true indeed
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| I’m not from here, I’m of Heaven descent
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| And you’d agree, as sure as one and two is three
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| You’d have this music down to a tee if you was me
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| It’s 36 O’s in a key
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| It’s only one in Ab-Soul, still open doors
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| Don’t forget the dash, I might leave you with a gash
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| I ain’t doin' no more shows unless I’m gettin' cash
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| Phillies full of hash, city on my back nigga
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| Fucked around and put Del Amo on the map
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| Carson, Californication no travel agent
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| But every day’s a vacation and mothafuckas hate it
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| I flew in, but I ain’t complanin'
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| And everyday I’m rainin' got the most precipitation
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| Soulo, Top Dawg Administration
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| Top Notch, Crock Pot Hot, wear your apron
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| Stop, watch, grab a stop watch, apply patience
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| And watch us pop across the population
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| For all my niggas doin' drugs
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| Fuckin' hoes and showin love
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| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit
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| For all my niggas doin' drugs
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| Fuckin' hoes and showin love
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| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit
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| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run this shit
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| Go and tell em Soul told em, lick a scrotum suck a dick
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| Down for what I’m up against, clownin' when you see me stylin'
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| Jokin', smilin', scoped your poker face through these black shades
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| (Smokin' on hay) in the middle of the barn
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| At least I think so I can’t quite remember where we are
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| All I see is stars nigga, All I see is stars
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| I don’t know if I’m on the red carpet or on Mars
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| Shout out to my bitches givin' it up on the first date, Between 21 & 38 (Great)
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| For all my niggas doin' drugs
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| Fuckin' hoes and showin love
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| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit
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| For all my niggas doin' drugs
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| Fuckin' hoes and showin love
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| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit
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| Motherfuck the government, democrats, republicans
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| Can shove it up, where they take a shit, we in this bitch
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| In a sense, I’m militant with a trigger finger itch
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| Cause I’m always killing it, you see this shit in my cerebral I invent
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| It should be illegal, I admit, surrender quick
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| I wanna see hands and white flags no matter if you teach
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| Eighth grade or you move weight like a gastric bypass
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| Get a good look at my ass before you kiss it, sons of bitches
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| Get well acquainted with it, we gon' be here for a minute
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| HiiiPower, pissing on the Declaration
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| Of Independence and you can bet my John Hancock the biggest
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| Fuck a proposition, 'less it’s in my best, interest
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| Kissing ratchets in the mouth, lift her dress and show address
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| Don’t be so upset, show some love when you see a thug
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| Getting pita bread, I put the nina to your head
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| You heard what I said
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| Soul |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Showin' Love , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Control System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп