Above the Law, Yukmouth - Soul Searching lyrics
[Above the Law, Yukmouth - Soul Searching lyrics]
Seems never, no hesitation for my frustration
I feel the years that I'm facin'
So it's here money track, i'm lacin'
With that Gothic lifestyle that I'm used to
Voodoo
Bent back with a bag of gumby and the hindu
Twelve playas, way, beyond control
Lookin' for two or three bustas
That done sold they soul see my name is KMG
(Whoop whoop) , do ya know me?
I think ya lightweight like
Your see-through homies
Hold this, while I smoke this
Make you focus on the pistol & the chrome
And the homie fly as, California born
We shake down, at the Calabasas home
And when we throw a gathering
Ohh baby it's on
See we, shake off the bustas
We got the cops checkin'
Come down on imitators with
They fake jail records
Yea, we use our method
Our soul searching method
And when we on the block after
Dark you might catch it
Disrespected? Never that cali
West Coast bellin'
Check out all my homies with they colors
(Blue and red, much love)
Mi amigos, I got my homies daring ya
Moody lifestyle mid from the Bay Area
We like anderson, come ask for free
Soul searching with that nigga KMG (KMG)
Soul searching with that nigga KMG homie
(KMG) you don't wanna fuck with me
Why can't you see the light?
Nigga, I was raised in a
House full of dope fiends
Admiring ballers who sold cream
My street dream
Like Nas, mansion and four car garage
Keep trust in God with mob
Niggas in my enterouge
You see that's why could be for broads
I learned that from my pops when we
Used to mob the El Dorado
Through the muthafuckin' projects
I guess it's in my blood
Sometimes it seems like I'm next
To be a thug
And end up selling drugs like my father
Or like my partner on the
Block, nigga, when I holler
Squattin impalas
Slanging rocks, man, it don't stop
Keeping the Glock up in the
Cut cuz niggas know I, get sho' stopped
For yo bread, niggas drop dead, of hot lead
"Shot him up" that's what the cops said
A code red call the muthafuckin ambulance
Could've ran but then again he
Never had a chance for soul chasing
I feel the years that I'm facin'
So it's here money track, i'm lacin'
With that Gothic lifestyle that I'm used to
Voodoo
Bent back with a bag of gumby and the hindu
Twelve playas, way, beyond control
Lookin' for two or three bustas
That done sold they soul see my name is KMG
(Whoop whoop) , do ya know me?
I think ya lightweight like
Your see-through homies
Hold this, while I smoke this
Make you focus on the pistol & the chrome
And the homie fly as, California born
We shake down, at the Calabasas home
And when we throw a gathering
Ohh baby it's on
See we, shake off the bustas
We got the cops checkin'
Come down on imitators with
They fake jail records
Yea, we use our method
Our soul searching method
And when we on the block after
Dark you might catch it
Disrespected? Never that cali
West Coast bellin'
Check out all my homies with they colors
(Blue and red, much love)
Mi amigos, I got my homies daring ya
Moody lifestyle mid from the Bay Area
We like anderson, come ask for free
Soul searching with that nigga KMG (KMG)
Soul searching with that nigga KMG homie
(KMG) you don't wanna fuck with me
Why can't you see the light?
Nigga, I was raised in a
House full of dope fiends
Admiring ballers who sold cream
My street dream
Like Nas, mansion and four car garage
Keep trust in God with mob
Niggas in my enterouge
You see that's why could be for broads
I learned that from my pops when we
Used to mob the El Dorado
Through the muthafuckin' projects
I guess it's in my blood
Sometimes it seems like I'm next
To be a thug
And end up selling drugs like my father
Or like my partner on the
Block, nigga, when I holler
Squattin impalas
Slanging rocks, man, it don't stop
Keeping the Glock up in the
Cut cuz niggas know I, get sho' stopped
For yo bread, niggas drop dead, of hot lead
"Shot him up" that's what the cops said
A code red call the muthafuckin ambulance
Could've ran but then again he
Never had a chance for soul chasing