[B-Real]
See the meteoric rise, see we goin' for a ride
And we never lookin' back, we keep our eye on the prize
Like the harvest, cut you down the sides
Put the dab on the nail, dry 'em out, give 'em California highs
Need the dose? I can give it to you
Load you up on jet fuel, fly you fuckin' outta here
Fuckin' witcha mental
See it's on, when it's on, and it's all in 1940 packs in the trunk
Po-po flying behind me
I don't care, I'm the doctor, I'm silk like The Shocker
Got the bitchеs smoking hard, baked out like Betty Crockеr
Put my foot in ya' ass like I stored it in the Foot Locker
Rep' my fuckin' city like the vest with the bottom rocker
[Chorus]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can never harm me (Keep talkin')
No sticks, no seeds up in my weed
The prettiest penny what it cost me (Blaze it up)
I hope you gotta 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)
[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 Caribbeans
Angel wings on a villain back, that's how I rap
And when I travel, I never pack without the pack
Hit Dr. Greenthumb to schedule and appointment
He told me "Smoke two zips", and call him in the morning
See the meteoric rise, see we goin' for a ride
And we never lookin' back, we keep our eye on the prize
Like the harvest, cut you down the sides
Put the dab on the nail, dry 'em out, give 'em California highs
Need the dose? I can give it to you
Load you up on jet fuel, fly you fuckin' outta here
Fuckin' witcha mental
See it's on, when it's on, and it's all in 1940 packs in the trunk
Po-po flying behind me
I don't care, I'm the doctor, I'm silk like The Shocker
Got the bitchеs smoking hard, baked out like Betty Crockеr
Put my foot in ya' ass like I stored it in the Foot Locker
Rep' my fuckin' city like the vest with the bottom rocker
[Chorus]
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words can never harm me (Keep talkin')
No sticks, no seeds up in my weed
The prettiest penny what it cost me (Blaze it up)
I hope you gotta 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)
[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 Caribbeans
Angel wings on a villain back, that's how I rap
And when I travel, I never pack without the pack
Hit Dr. Greenthumb to schedule and appointment
He told me "Smoke two zips", and call him in the morning
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