Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Showin' Love, artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Control System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Showin' Love |
| Pants still saggin' to the floor |
| Saggin' through your turf like I own this fuckin' earth |
| That’s on my fuckin' life, I’m just livin' fuckin' life |
| This ain’t House Party 5 but what’s poppin' for tonight |
| I got a 'lil more dough to spend |
| Let’s rest in peace up on the LB like Nate did |
| Y’all ain’t smokin' y’all jokin' |
| Nugs big as Chuckie Cheese tokens and I’m tokin' |
| Bum house on Skid Row ain’t this potent |
| Holy shit, I’m God-Sent, admire my skit |
| Cállate la boca in the presence of the most high (power) |
| Most high (power), Most high (power) |
| Yea you heard me right |
| True achiever, new Adidas still tryna earn my stripes |
| For all my niggas doin' drugs |
| Fuckin' hoes and showin love |
| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit |
| For all my niggas doin' drugs |
| Fuckin' hoes and showin love |
| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit |
| It’s easy to assume we doin' decent, true indeed |
| I’m not from here, I’m of Heaven descent |
| And you’d agree, as sure as one and two is three |
| You’d have this music down to a tee if you was me |
| It’s 36 O’s in a key |
| It’s only one in Ab-Soul, still open doors |
| Don’t forget the dash, I might leave you with a gash |
| I ain’t doin' no more shows unless I’m gettin' cash |
| Phillies full of hash, city on my back nigga |
| Fucked around and put Del Amo on the map |
| Carson, Californication no travel agent |
| But every day’s a vacation and mothafuckas hate it |
| I flew in, but I ain’t complanin' |
| And everyday I’m rainin' got the most precipitation |
| Soulo, Top Dawg Administration |
| Top Notch, Crock Pot Hot, wear your apron |
| Stop, watch, grab a stop watch, apply patience |
| And watch us pop across the population |
| For all my niggas doin' drugs |
| Fuckin' hoes and showin love |
| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit |
| For all my niggas doin' drugs |
| Fuckin' hoes and showin love |
| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit |
| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run this shit |
| Go and tell em Soul told em, lick a scrotum suck a dick |
| Down for what I’m up against, clownin' when you see me stylin' |
| Jokin', smilin', scoped your poker face through these black shades |
| (Smokin' on hay) in the middle of the barn |
| At least I think so I can’t quite remember where we are |
| All I see is stars nigga, All I see is stars |
| I don’t know if I’m on the red carpet or on Mars |
| Shout out to my bitches givin' it up on the first date, Between 21 & 38 (Great) |
| For all my niggas doin' drugs |
| Fuckin' hoes and showin love |
| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit |
| For all my niggas doin' drugs |
| Fuckin' hoes and showin love |
| Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit |
| Motherfuck the government, democrats, republicans |
| Can shove it up, where they take a shit, we in this bitch |
| In a sense, I’m militant with a trigger finger itch |
| Cause I’m always killing it, you see this shit in my cerebral I invent |
| It should be illegal, I admit, surrender quick |
| I wanna see hands and white flags no matter if you teach |
| Eighth grade or you move weight like a gastric bypass |
| Get a good look at my ass before you kiss it, sons of bitches |
| Get well acquainted with it, we gon' be here for a minute |
| HiiiPower, pissing on the Declaration |
| Of Independence and you can bet my John Hancock the biggest |
| Fuck a proposition, 'less it’s in my best, interest |
| Kissing ratchets in the mouth, lift her dress and show address |
| Don’t be so upset, show some love when you see a thug |
| Getting pita bread, I put the nina to your head |
| You heard what I said |
| Soul |