Ab-Soul, B-Real - Stix “N” Stones lyrics
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ab-Soul, B-Real - Stix “N” Stones lyrics]
See the meteoric rise
See we goin' for a ride
And we never lookin' back
We keep our eye on the prize
Like the harvest, cut you down the sides
Put the dab on the nail, dry 'em out
give 'em California highs
Need the dose? I can give it to you
Load you up on jet fuel
Fly you fuckin' outta here
Fuckin' witcha mental
See it's on, when it's on
And it's all in 1940 packs in the trunk
Po-po flying behind me
I don't care, I'm the doctor
I'm silk like The Shocker
Got the bitchеs smoking hard
Baked out like Betty Crockеr
Put my foot in ya' ass like I
Stored it in the Foot Locker
I rep' my fuckin' city like the
Vest with the bottom rocker
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can never harm me (Keep talkin')
No sticks, no seeds up in my weed
The prettiest penny what it cost me
(Blaze it up) i hope you gotta couple iron
Lungs in yo' chest because
(This right here is not a test)
I told you (This right here is not a test)
I told you (This right here is not a test)
Everywhere I go, I'm smokin' dope
Is my name So-High or is it Soulo?
When you on top of the game
They want you to throw 'em rope
You get hung tryna hang out
I'm Willie Lynch in reverse you show boat
But should’ve bought a yacht first
When the loud around you in the death row
Like a Pac verse
Ya' heard me? What the business is?
My niggas curry chicken in
The coup like Caribbeans
Angel wings on a villains back
That's how I rap and when I travel
I never pack without the pack
Hit Dr greenthumb to schedule and appointment
He told me "Smoke two zips"
And call him in the morning
Listen here Mike, do a hundred dabs
Get the nail hot, bitch got the finest slabs
Throw your flowers in the air
It's up for grabs
Now your face is gettin' tight
I'm cuttin' shit with dabs
We get 'em high like the holy ghost
Batman smokin' kush
Thinkin' "Holy smokes!"
Got you faded out while your homies joke
Give you the prescription
Hit the loud while your homies choke
Hey yo Ab, keep the engine runnin'
Lace around the weed like it's the
Vikings and the Indians comin'
Funky feels on the tip, come on hit it
Taking out you suckers and you don't
Know how I did it tho' me out a window
Because I'm real stoned
David slew Goliath when he threw
Me at his fuckin' dome brick top
You get mopped tonight and guarantee
No one's gonna say a thing, hear a pin drop
See we goin' for a ride
And we never lookin' back
We keep our eye on the prize
Like the harvest, cut you down the sides
Put the dab on the nail, dry 'em out
give 'em California highs
Need the dose? I can give it to you
Load you up on jet fuel
Fly you fuckin' outta here
Fuckin' witcha mental
See it's on, when it's on
And it's all in 1940 packs in the trunk
Po-po flying behind me
I don't care, I'm the doctor
I'm silk like The Shocker
Got the bitchеs smoking hard
Baked out like Betty Crockеr
Put my foot in ya' ass like I
Stored it in the Foot Locker
I rep' my fuckin' city like the
Vest with the bottom rocker
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can never harm me (Keep talkin')
No sticks, no seeds up in my weed
The prettiest penny what it cost me
(Blaze it up) i hope you gotta couple iron
Lungs in yo' chest because
(This right here is not a test)
I told you (This right here is not a test)
I told you (This right here is not a test)
Everywhere I go, I'm smokin' dope
Is my name So-High or is it Soulo?
When you on top of the game
They want you to throw 'em rope
You get hung tryna hang out
I'm Willie Lynch in reverse you show boat
But should’ve bought a yacht first
When the loud around you in the death row
Like a Pac verse
Ya' heard me? What the business is?
My niggas curry chicken in
The coup like Caribbeans
Angel wings on a villains back
That's how I rap and when I travel
I never pack without the pack
Hit Dr greenthumb to schedule and appointment
He told me "Smoke two zips"
And call him in the morning
Listen here Mike, do a hundred dabs
Get the nail hot, bitch got the finest slabs
Throw your flowers in the air
It's up for grabs
Now your face is gettin' tight
I'm cuttin' shit with dabs
We get 'em high like the holy ghost
Batman smokin' kush
Thinkin' "Holy smokes!"
Got you faded out while your homies joke
Give you the prescription
Hit the loud while your homies choke
Hey yo Ab, keep the engine runnin'
Lace around the weed like it's the
Vikings and the Indians comin'
Funky feels on the tip, come on hit it
Taking out you suckers and you don't
Know how I did it tho' me out a window
Because I'm real stoned
David slew Goliath when he threw
Me at his fuckin' dome brick top
You get mopped tonight and guarantee
No one's gonna say a thing, hear a pin drop