The A-Team - A.B. Baracus lyrics

[The A-Team - A.B. Baracus lyrics]

What fool? Shut up fool

AB baracus
(I pity the fool who don't bump this)
I pity the fool!
(How many of yout are gonna want this?)
We off the ringer
(It's in the air it smells so pungent)
We got the booya
(Huddle up in a van to come smoke with)
The A Team!
(I pity the fool who don't bump this)
I pity the fool! (If you're feeling my crew
Then pump yo' fist) pump your fist up!
(I'm Abstract with my accomplice) ace One!
(Huddle up in a van and come roll with)
The A Team! A certified family affair of
Fooling around freely
Phase two of the alpha style
Freed and Free Willy we're G's really
God gangsta


Griot we are
Covert on a co-op from a Mohawk to dreadlocks
Your simpleton threats have no effects
On me and Templeton Peck
We blow you back before we finish the set
I ain't scared I ain't scared
Just because you run your mouth
We ain't running off just because
Your guns is out (What fool)
When in doubt I don't punk out
I bug out like Murdock
And it don't take Sherlock
Elementary dear Watson
It's not rocket science, mic rocking
Every land we go, i ain't getting on crop
Dusting plane Hannibal rap commando
Hand in hand, no "I" in "team"
These other rappers tell you lies
Sell you dreams

AB baracus he's cooler than a cactus
Don't even have to practice and
He still got special tactics
They try to track us down and
Jack us but the fact is we mack this so well
It's attractive, magnetic
Miraculous, kinetic energetic
Poetic always ready to set it and
Don't you ever forget it shit yeah
The proof is in the pudding
But just don't be putting yo' fingers all
In pudding when you know you shouldn't
Tapioca this is poker with no jokers
Don't make my folk us
Have to put you in a choker
I got the nerve gas and I'ma serve that ass
When I swerve past I'll give
You the bird bath i can't be dealt with when
I'm on this felt tip
I've walk the world and make
Sure that it's feltshit
My sensory perceptionsha
I like to walk the sky, look 'em in the eye
Give it my best try uh

Of all these little wannabe Abbies
Better call all cars when the balls in
Our court we don't down the fort

No sir i fathered that there youngin
I daddy'd that child style and brung
In that's so heavily among 'em

The captain kirk of work and Spock of logic
Dr mcCoy for B-boys who gotta get a fix
I'm Scottie on the controls
Beam you up, not through the nose
Always want to fuck Uhura
We'll fade anyone in Turok

We overload
At the Project Blowed establishment
And when it's overthrown in the back field
I'm grabbing it
We got the oatmeal sticking to ya bone flow
Behind the smoke shield is Aceyalone yo

Style, through, 2000 and beyond
It takes so long to amount to
Be more than a pond
In the game of king and queen
Many in between
If you're shamed you must redeem
Hire the team

A Team errr errr
Super supreme tight at the seams always
Letting off some steam aB baracus
One of the cats I run with
We keep it moving until it's
All said and done with

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