A.B. Original, King T - The Feast lyrics

This Rod O in stereo, that ol' school fool
From Philadelphia, PA
That's a hook you can cook, bitch
AB aboriginal always all that
Always black

It's a cool Saturday night
Drive around, leanin' on the passenger's side
You're not feelin' these sounds
You can get the fuck out (Get the fuck out)
Sorry, I'm nice, but I'm never polite

Roll with two T's like I'm Malcolm Little
Don't know what your dad does:
Malcolm in the Middle
I made a phone call to Scuba Steve
(Steve, what up?)
And he let me know he gonna
Hook up whatever Trigga needs (A'ight)
King T, couldn't get a bigger G
Swiggin' Alkaholik and Trigga got


A bigger tree
If they ain't high, you could've fooled me
Stogie on the dash and the
Purp on the front seat (Lean)
That's the shotgun, 'fraid not, son
And you can't sit there if you ain't got one
(Click-clack)
If you want some, get some, bad enough
Take some (Oh, no?)
Then get the fuck out the way, cuz

You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
We stay eating, you stay starving
You stay mad while we stay laughing
Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha ha ha, ha

My nigga Trials (yeah) , Briggs (yeah)
What's happening? Aboriginal
It's the Likwit, check it

It's another West Coast swig and
I'm pulling up with Briggs
With no more fucks to give
I'm a hub city nightmare, right there
Standing with the Likwit
Locked in with Aboriginal, they the business
I'm so solid, I eliminate frolics
Call it what you call it
It's the gangsta Alkaholik
Trust that ol' green, kush, no seeds
A different type of cloth I'm cut
That ol' creed
Man, these ho's ain't knowin' I'ma show 'em
King still trifling, Likwit still flowing
Blowing on nothing but the best, fuck stress
Show you how to rock it
From Australia to the West
Turn down for what? A nigga'll sleep
When he rest in peace
In other words, deceased
Until that part, I'ma just beast
And kick back with Trials and
Briggs and just feast

You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
You know we eating, you know we eating
You know we eating, we feasting
We stay eating, you stay starving
You stay mad while we stay laughing
Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha ha ha, ha

Well, it's a hot, hot Sunday
Blowing hydro in the breeze
Never wore a watch 'cause I got nowhere to be
With a scuba tank
Hooked it up directly to the Hoobastank
Hooked up by Scuba Steve
Rolling with that super dank
Dabbled in the dab
So fuckin' sticky couldn't pack it in a bag
(Let that bitch breathe)
Then I'm in it till it's finished
Snap like a mouse trap if I don't get it
Then I'm bench-pressing house cats
(Aboriginal) Handle the difference
The illest black villain
Since Lando Calrissian and hand over fist
I break bricks with my paws
Roll the weed at warp speed while
I listen to the sword
Keep bouncing, magician with the marijuana
Dropped the bomb in megaton
Dutching out my power armour
With my squad large, leaping over cop cars
Inside a hydroponic shop to put a
Pot plant inside a pot plant and feast

When we connect, you know we eat
Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T
Fix a plate and take your seat
Grab a drink and join the feast
When we connect, you know we eat
Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T
Fix a plate and take your seat
Grab a drink and join the feast
Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha ha ha, ha
Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha ha ha, ha