Ab-Soul - Dub Sac lyrics

I had a dub sac in
My bucket, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"
Now I got a OZ in this
Benz, still rolling 'round like
"Fuck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like
"Fuck it"
Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"
Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

That shit weak, your bitch weak
That's too bad, my bitch bad
Smoke weed, I got plenty
Take your quarter back like McNabb
Sip lean, I got plenty
I drop a ace in a liter
Now I got a quinceañera
Ever had a chick do it
On the dick to capoeira?
Kick game like Martial Arts
Kick game like Marshall Law on Tekken


The homies got weapons
Martial Law could happen any second
Getting money, blowing digit's
Only sexing sexy women
(Only sexing sexy women)
(Only sexing sexy women)
That like to do them nasty thangs
You know, I like them nasty thangs
Can't fuck with them whips and chains
I got a bitch that do
But I ain't got no gavel
Baby wanna know what's under my belt
Maybe 'cause I paid so much for the belt
Call the car service, get your ass home
But just yesterday me and Agent J

I had a dub sac in
My bucket, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"
Now I got a OZ in this
Benz, still rolling 'round like
"Fuck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like
"Fuck it"
Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"
Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
(OZ in this Benzo, OZ in this Benzo)
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga

You're so weak, you don't know me
Soulo so low-key
In Lord, Legends, infinity, oh
God showed off inventing me
Me and K with the promoter
Drop the fo' up in the sod-er
I'm unraveling Backwoods
And he's bending corners
Just thought I'd warn ya what's hatteninn?
I've been gone too long, but bitch
I'm back again except this time I'm owed
Had that Chevy Celebrity the same age as me
With that gram in the glove-box
That's a 2 for 15, i mean

I had a dub sac in
My bucket, rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"
Now I got a OZ in this
Benz, still rolling 'round like
"Fuck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling 'round like
"Fuck it"
Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"
Rolling 'round like, "Fuck it"

What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening?
(OZ in this Benzo, OZ in this Benzo)
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga
(Del Amo) Just a lil' Carson nigga
Just a lil' Carson nigga

You still weak, you last week
I'm next month, twist the next blunt
The homie got his chain took
At the Mixed Nuts
Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up
Nigga, don't get shit misconstrued
We gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff
Getting women in the mood
We tell the truth up in the nude
Breaking news, breaking news
I'm enlightening like Pikachu
All I do is what you wouldn't think to do
Silk, don't you remember that vegetable
South Pole jeans, fat laces in all our shoes
A nigga turned into an oracle
Treat the damn booth like a urinal
Smoking a stogie in a terminal
I had a dub sac in my bucket
Rolling 'round like "Fuck it"
Paul Jeremy, Doe and me tryna match a nugget
Pass the blunt to BC, AR and AJ
King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me

I had a dub sac in my bucket capital C!

I just might be in yo' hood
I just might be in yo' hood
I just might be in yo' hood
I just might be in yo' hood

Fuck outta here, man
You dumb ass niggas! You niggas
Are silly out here tryin'
To look cute and shit man
Quit playing this is serious bruh
Niggas wanna come talk to me
About all this dumb shit
A nigga ain't tryna hear that
Man i'ma come clean bruh
Go sit down with all that my nigga
This shit's over here from the
Grass We gon' handle it, how handle it
My nigga straight like that, bruh eh
Niggas out here look silly, my nigga like
Bruh, if you don't know me
Look at my fucking Twitter, my nigga it's
Your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla
Slapping niggas and bitches for fun
Straight like that

Niggas chased my uncle there
Through God's grace, the gun jammed
I found comfort in this pleasure
Meaning I slept the best through gun sounds
These Days it's a little different
Between me and my past
I put a little distance
Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious
Started as a dream
Manifest into little Kendrick
Now everybody feel it
Even niggas who didn't know
They try to forget it!
Selective amnesia, that's an Oxymoron
These Days niggas ask about pressure
I grew up watching freebase literally eat
The face of my hood
So basically I beat the case
I vanished but left a trace
Just in case a nigga gotta go back
Yeah, it's not for games if I say that

I just might be in yo' hood
I just might be in yo' hood
I just might be in yo' hood
I just might be in yo' hood