(Verse 1 - B-Real)
See the meteoric rise, see we going for a ride
Yeah we never looking back, we keep our eye on the prize
Like the harvest, cut you down to size
Put the dab on the nail, dry 'em out, give 'em California highs
Need a dose? I can give it too ya, load you up on jet fuel
Fly you fuckin' outta here, fuckin' with your mental
See it's on, when it's on and it's on in ninety-forty packs in the trunk
Po-po flow behind me
I don't care, I'm the doctor, I'm silk like the shocker
Got the bitches smoking hard, baked out like Betty Crocker
Put my foot in your ass like I stored it in the foot locker
Rep my fucking city like the vest with the bottom rocker
(Chorus/Hook - Ab-Soul & B-Real)
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can never harm me (Keep talking)
No sticks no seeds up in my weed
The prettiest penny what it cost me (Blaze it up)
I hope you got a 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)
(Verse 2 - Ab-Soul)
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 Carribeans
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 an appointment
He told me smoke two zips and call him in the morning
See the meteoric rise, see we going for a ride
Yeah we never looking back, we keep our eye on the prize
Like the harvest, cut you down to size
Put the dab on the nail, dry 'em out, give 'em California highs
Need a dose? I can give it too ya, load you up on jet fuel
Fly you fuckin' outta here, fuckin' with your mental
See it's on, when it's on and it's on in ninety-forty packs in the trunk
Po-po flow behind me
I don't care, I'm the doctor, I'm silk like the shocker
Got the bitches smoking hard, baked out like Betty Crocker
Put my foot in your ass like I stored it in the foot locker
Rep my fucking city like the vest with the bottom rocker
(Chorus/Hook - Ab-Soul & B-Real)
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can never harm me (Keep talking)
No sticks no seeds up in my weed
The prettiest penny what it cost me (Blaze it up)
I hope you got a 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)
(Verse 2 - Ab-Soul)
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 Carribeans
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 an appointment
He told me smoke two zips and call him in the morning
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