Schoolboy Q, Ab-Soul - SOPA lyrics

(Soulo taught me) see, yeah, my nigga, see
See yes this where sci-fi meets swag
My nigga like, like, like the Holy Bible in
A Gucci Bag, my nigga, swag


Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony
Chip off the block
Since puffy socks in my Saucony
I touch stock, she suck cock
She dancing Secret Sundays and
I'm 'bout to prey
I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking dope
She got that magical vaginal
Let me hocus poke
Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream
She into Alexander McQueen but she
Ain't met the king (Soulo, Soulo, Soulo
Soulo) kiss the fucking ring ho
TDE we got the belt
Hold it down if nothing else
And this is my new single
Cut the cheese it's bout to melt
Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr evil
(zip it)
Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler
ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta
And I ain't never been a mothafuckin' lick
'less I'm right around the
Clit, druggys with hoes, o's and 4's

I'm smoking dope, yo
Could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet
We tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes
I'm smoking dope, yo
Could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet
We tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes

Oh, that's your bitch? Well, bruh, she on me
I made her lick my sack, then work the top
Then fuck the homies
Got the block hot, cause I set it off
No I'm not Weezy, bitch
I'm wheezy from that chronic cough
Yeah, I'm smoking dope
You can smell it in my beard have no fear
Saviour of the gangster rap is fucking here
Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down
How that sound? I'm from the underground
They gon' make me slang a pound
Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row)
Bitch, what you know about Figg Row?
(Figg Row)
This is original gangster, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Smoke it, shoot it, sniff it, smell
It, inhale it, sip it, whatever
Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh
Yeah in interviews they always asking
Me about a list
Knowing damn well I'm looking
Like I'm slinging bricks
Ever see an ex-student get a half a ticket
Think I'm lying, just ask Jimmy
That check was mine as soon as we signed

I'm smoking dope, yo
Could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet
We tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes
I'm smoking dope, yo
Could smell it on my clothes
SOPA tryna censor internet
We tryna get this dough
I said look back at me when you hit the pole
Swag so mean, on them fucking hoes

Soulo ho! Groovy Q!
I'm high as fuck, nigga me too
Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch
Fendi on, I might throw a fit
Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon
Heard it through the grapevine
We got extra pills, lean and shrooms
Life for me is just weed and brews
Don't stop!
(Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it
Get it)
Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)
Don't stop!
(Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it
Get it)
Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it)
(Soulo taught me, Soulo taught me)
(Soulo taught me, Soulo taught me)
(Soulo taught me, Soulo taught me)
(Soulo taught me, Soulo taught me)
(I, I don't smoke, I, I, no, no, no)
(Soulo taught me, put that camera down)
Puffy just walked in damn
Aww damn homie shut it down damn nah nah
(ay don’t smoke) nah nah (put that shit down)
Nah shut down with that lean
Homie that shit nah
The camera’s off ay gimme three cups cuz shit
Gimme some shit I ain’t quit nigga
(Ay the camera's on, give me some, ok, yeah)
(give me some, yeah, I ain't quit nigga)
(Oh what the fuck)