Ab-Soul, Snake Hollywood - Choke lyrics
[Ab-Soul, Snake Hollywood - Choke lyrics]
Snake Holly, Ab-Soulo-Ho They know
Smokin reggie-they ain't
Ready for dat million dolla flow
They gone choke!
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til
Ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
Burnin' Jays of that dour bud nigga
Turtle wax, triple polish-Cowabunga nigga
No amount of words could define
This hunger my nigga
When a nigga's famished he could eat the
Glue off a stamp-BUT I CANT
Im God don't compare to them others
Cause they don't bang
(ungh) word to the mother
If you ain't slangin that killer
Or that OG Kush
Don't approach me like you know me
Im OD Stush? Boss individual, Hoff givin you
Swag on a kilogram through
Them blog interviews
Brooklyn raised me, taught me how to swerve
& taught me how to break a
Zigzag down wit the herb word
My fingertips anointed
Roll batches of white widow
No ordinary Boss, strawberry cough cigarillo
Know my accomplishments
Hoes wanna follow him
Milk me for my doe but im lactose intolerant
I get a leg up on
These bitches like an ottoman
Who real? You ain't
Way before the butane flow wit the blue flame
When I was ridin round spazzin
Snatching rings and chains on the Q train
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til
Ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
(Snake) Me and Broke is a oxymoron
Finna get my Pac Shakur on, Lord Knows
20 Million dollar ambition im driven
A champagne wish and a caviar
Dream lets get it flooded rocks
Black diamonds when the summer drops
Charging these niggas like im Juggernaut
Hard to be real when you
Ain't from the block
We smoking blue straight off the boat
You can taste the paddle &
Canoe in every toke (cough?)
(Ab-Soul) Im in a rover
Me and doe we rollin heavy smoke
And you know we got that
Loud like a heavy note
Backwood boxes devoured in a couple hours
And the homie laced me wit
An ounce of the sour
You get the money & the power
Then you earn the respect or
End up in a Urn I
Guess my actions is affirmative (soul)
Pass the herb to blacklippastor herb
Im high as hell hell
Thats a classic contradiction
Don't mind me im ganja twistin
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til
Ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Snake Hollywood) tell these niggas Ab-Soul
Snake Holly, Ab-Soulo-Ho They know
Smokin reggie-they ain't
Ready for dat million dolla flow
They gone choke!
It ain't a myth my lungs black as my lips
In different area codes, running through zips
(ungh) back to back, dabs of wax
Had batches of hash before you
Hashed ya tag you mad
I had the game in the bag like a point 6
Like the d-boys showin love on
The dimes of that piff (I'm)
Somewhere gettin high in my downtime
Makin space jams, I slam dunk when I rhyme
You choking off that reginald
That ain't acceptable
Professional puffers nigga
No swishers or dutches nigga
OG 28 percent THC, flew into JFK
I know you smell me
Hollywood Snake Holly, we high as we can be
Im smokin that Tahoe, you rollin that Camry
(Snake Hollywood interrupts) ayo Solo lemme
Borrow them shades for a
Minute my nigga i'mma give em
Right back to you
I'mma KDot Killa, Herbert Stevens the senior
Snake Holly and my Son Soulo on the reup
Been a minute since you Compton
Niggas stomped into war
Little Rock Arkansas took yall title in 94
& this nigga Kendrick
He don't want that drama wit
New York niggas that'll chop ya body up
Feed u to Rottweilers & pit's no evidence
(nah)
Ain't no forensices for that cold case
Hop up out the swimming pool
Tell me how the ocean taste
The beast from the east, I'mma a monster
I body ya roster-devour ya squadron
Fuck Sherane put my cock on her tonsils
Talkin bout king of new york
Nigga im Christopher Walken
Laurence fishburne wit the nots
At the chicken spot
Lickin shots from Audis, Bugattis
Maserati drops ask ya man Solo he know
He could tell you clear as day
That my lyricism is fury?
& given my past is a problem
If I'm on yo ass
The boogeyman standin right in ur livin room
Screamin out harsh obscenities-twisted off
Shots of Hennessy
Cause you don't understand him that
Don't mean that he nice
It just means u corny as fuck
When you speak into mics
Im from the home of the
Great Daddy Kane & Rakim
Pac, Nas, Notorious Big, the Lox & them
Jaz-O, Jay-Z, Pun & Joe Crack Papi
Jeru The Damnja & the Mash Out Posse (Ahki)
How can we compromise, niggas tellin lies
The revolution of Snake Holly
Will not be televised
This is not a cheap shot or publicity stunt
This that heat rock
The opportunity to give you
Niggas what you want
I got my money right, my bars is up
Regardless
Of what you fuck niggas is talkin bruh
My shit hard as a Tonka Truck
Conqueror, conquistador
Bodies fallin all over Slauson
They dying before they reach the floor
I dare you respond, this Napalm bomb
I transform to a Goblin?
Like Im Rae Dawn Chong
You a good kid in a mad city
I'mma gully youte
Thats why you fucking fools is
Scared to interact wit me
Inhale that Sensi Mina
That Platinum Kush burnin slow
I got you shook cause Im aimin for ya dome
I dethrone priests, prophets & kings
My posse fixing to swarm come see defeat
Through the optical lense of the Don
I'mma Kdot Killa, Jay-Rock die too
Looking out for SchoolBoy Q when I find
You weak muthafukkas don't deserve to breath
Snake Holly-AbSoulo on the flow
Yo these niggas gonna choke!
Smokin reggie-they ain't
Ready for dat million dolla flow
They gone choke!
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til
Ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
Burnin' Jays of that dour bud nigga
Turtle wax, triple polish-Cowabunga nigga
No amount of words could define
This hunger my nigga
When a nigga's famished he could eat the
Glue off a stamp-BUT I CANT
Im God don't compare to them others
Cause they don't bang
(ungh) word to the mother
If you ain't slangin that killer
Or that OG Kush
Don't approach me like you know me
Im OD Stush? Boss individual, Hoff givin you
Swag on a kilogram through
Them blog interviews
Brooklyn raised me, taught me how to swerve
& taught me how to break a
Zigzag down wit the herb word
My fingertips anointed
Roll batches of white widow
No ordinary Boss, strawberry cough cigarillo
Know my accomplishments
Hoes wanna follow him
Milk me for my doe but im lactose intolerant
I get a leg up on
These bitches like an ottoman
Who real? You ain't
Way before the butane flow wit the blue flame
When I was ridin round spazzin
Snatching rings and chains on the Q train
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til
Ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
(Snake) Me and Broke is a oxymoron
Finna get my Pac Shakur on, Lord Knows
20 Million dollar ambition im driven
A champagne wish and a caviar
Dream lets get it flooded rocks
Black diamonds when the summer drops
Charging these niggas like im Juggernaut
Hard to be real when you
Ain't from the block
We smoking blue straight off the boat
You can taste the paddle &
Canoe in every toke (cough?)
(Ab-Soul) Im in a rover
Me and doe we rollin heavy smoke
And you know we got that
Loud like a heavy note
Backwood boxes devoured in a couple hours
And the homie laced me wit
An ounce of the sour
You get the money & the power
Then you earn the respect or
End up in a Urn I
Guess my actions is affirmative (soul)
Pass the herb to blacklippastor herb
Im high as hell hell
Thats a classic contradiction
Don't mind me im ganja twistin
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til
Ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good -
(Snake Hollywood) tell these niggas Ab-Soul
Snake Holly, Ab-Soulo-Ho They know
Smokin reggie-they ain't
Ready for dat million dolla flow
They gone choke!
It ain't a myth my lungs black as my lips
In different area codes, running through zips
(ungh) back to back, dabs of wax
Had batches of hash before you
Hashed ya tag you mad
I had the game in the bag like a point 6
Like the d-boys showin love on
The dimes of that piff (I'm)
Somewhere gettin high in my downtime
Makin space jams, I slam dunk when I rhyme
You choking off that reginald
That ain't acceptable
Professional puffers nigga
No swishers or dutches nigga
OG 28 percent THC, flew into JFK
I know you smell me
Hollywood Snake Holly, we high as we can be
Im smokin that Tahoe, you rollin that Camry
(Snake Hollywood interrupts) ayo Solo lemme
Borrow them shades for a
Minute my nigga i'mma give em
Right back to you
I'mma KDot Killa, Herbert Stevens the senior
Snake Holly and my Son Soulo on the reup
Been a minute since you Compton
Niggas stomped into war
Little Rock Arkansas took yall title in 94
& this nigga Kendrick
He don't want that drama wit
New York niggas that'll chop ya body up
Feed u to Rottweilers & pit's no evidence
(nah)
Ain't no forensices for that cold case
Hop up out the swimming pool
Tell me how the ocean taste
The beast from the east, I'mma a monster
I body ya roster-devour ya squadron
Fuck Sherane put my cock on her tonsils
Talkin bout king of new york
Nigga im Christopher Walken
Laurence fishburne wit the nots
At the chicken spot
Lickin shots from Audis, Bugattis
Maserati drops ask ya man Solo he know
He could tell you clear as day
That my lyricism is fury?
& given my past is a problem
If I'm on yo ass
The boogeyman standin right in ur livin room
Screamin out harsh obscenities-twisted off
Shots of Hennessy
Cause you don't understand him that
Don't mean that he nice
It just means u corny as fuck
When you speak into mics
Im from the home of the
Great Daddy Kane & Rakim
Pac, Nas, Notorious Big, the Lox & them
Jaz-O, Jay-Z, Pun & Joe Crack Papi
Jeru The Damnja & the Mash Out Posse (Ahki)
How can we compromise, niggas tellin lies
The revolution of Snake Holly
Will not be televised
This is not a cheap shot or publicity stunt
This that heat rock
The opportunity to give you
Niggas what you want
I got my money right, my bars is up
Regardless
Of what you fuck niggas is talkin bruh
My shit hard as a Tonka Truck
Conqueror, conquistador
Bodies fallin all over Slauson
They dying before they reach the floor
I dare you respond, this Napalm bomb
I transform to a Goblin?
Like Im Rae Dawn Chong
You a good kid in a mad city
I'mma gully youte
Thats why you fucking fools is
Scared to interact wit me
Inhale that Sensi Mina
That Platinum Kush burnin slow
I got you shook cause Im aimin for ya dome
I dethrone priests, prophets & kings
My posse fixing to swarm come see defeat
Through the optical lense of the Don
I'mma Kdot Killa, Jay-Rock die too
Looking out for SchoolBoy Q when I find
You weak muthafukkas don't deserve to breath
Snake Holly-AbSoulo on the flow
Yo these niggas gonna choke!
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