Blow Them Horns II Ab-Soul (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Hey, welcome to DA nigga
I really thought I was a drummer for a second there

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Follow me home, see where I was rose
Like the one in 2Pac's song that grew from the concrete
Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets
Baby baby mommas strappin' babies in carseats
Niggas failed art class, still they'll draw heat
Design a murder scene faster than an architect with a masters
One out of three niggas you know slang, that's a accurate fraction
Sunday dinner denim for packin' a mac in
Cheese in the pockets of potential rocket scientists gone bad
Like good girls movin' too rapid
Had it not been for the social status we after, our
Minds could've been on more than after hours
Some of us become legends, some are labeled as cowards
Others fall in between, I say I'm a king
Now you can disagree or kiss the ring
Either way nigga's kneel to my feet, don't be late
And if you make it in time to hear the trumpets, I
Know you gon' love it cause I love it
What's that?

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like
It sounds like
It sounds like
It sounds like
It sounds like