Bubble Gum Blues
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Just dropped a four, Im sleepin (true)
I dont even know how I do this
Know your bitch wanna come with me
Ive got pull around here, we can go swimming
Aint no love for these fuck boys
You can save all that noise
You row your boat up shits creek
I roll with adults that pack toys
[Verse 2: Short Dawg]
And yall lack poise
Your paper thick, still Ill take your chick
You cant wait and trick
Comin out the pocket like Kaepernick
Flow tight, still I make it fit
Its all love til the haters switch
And Im in slow mo
Gettin so throwed that Im pacin it
Im on that Indiana Jones
Cups double like clones
Pistol black as my ancestors
We dont ride with that chrome
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
She on my head like a hairdresser
But we aint at the salon
So sad, my credit bad, cause she wont leave me alone
Stay a step ahead like a StairMaster in 3004
Smoke that OG and that Master
[Verse 4: Short Dawg]
Police dogs in my dope
Got these freaks piled at my show
First she chose me, then I smashed her
Told her if it happens naturally, then it wont be a disaster
My niggas know that Imma grind til we four-deep in that Casper
[Verse 5: Ab-Soul]
My niggas know that Imma ride until my ghost float in the sky
You niggas hustling backwards for better or for worse
Its a gift and a curse we makin money off of bad words
Get money, fuck bitches yo fresh, you pick
[Verse 6: Short Dawg]
Hm, countin my green, or get in between?
I can do both, I proved it
They see the Coupe Im in
Aint no reason for these niggas to pretend
If money is the root, call me Kunta, then
Used to have the two for tens, discount on them stones
Im pissed off, in my zone
Got him dismounting the throne (its on)
My game wild Im from a hood where you cant smile
Im just here to make change, pal
And I burn soul like James Brown
[Verse 7: Ab-Soul]
And its a mans world
Got my hands all over another mans girl
Aint that a bitch yeah, life is such
The minus and the plus, dont place me with the average
You know Im hazardous as Ks and pre-K classes
Its straight madness
Pumping gas and dropping matches with your daughter in the baby seat
Can you imagine it?
Its no conspiracy every Soul Tapes fabulous