[Intro: Jay Rock]
(Never, never had fun, always had heart)
(Always had drugs, I don't give a fuck)
(Now I ride like a buck, ride, ride like a buck)
(Never, never had fun)
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
I'm controllin' this system, you can either rock with them or
Go to hell, my pineal gland been twitchin'
Ever since Kells made the remix to "Ignition"
My key in the ignition of my lil' Mitsubishi
Had the eye in '95, but nobody was tryna reach me
Wok and foul stanking, still smell the Cuba though
Tape a dab to strap to my portable CD player
JAY-Z playin', "Politics As Usual"
I was fuckin' 'round with loops I ripped off BearShare
[Refrain: Ab-Soul]
Yeah
Ayy, man
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
I say bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Lottie was riding shotty debatin' about the livelihood of the African-American in America
Hypocrisy and religion, feminism
How television's degradin' our character
Government corruption and the subtle stuff they cover up
Gave me all this knowledge, but never gave up the butt
I still kind of wish she gave up the butt
Now we both defendin' the people, just in different ways
You know, the more you honor somebody, the more you judge 'em
I'm a public speaker hummin' out your speakers in public
(Never, never had fun, always had heart)
(Always had drugs, I don't give a fuck)
(Now I ride like a buck, ride, ride like a buck)
(Never, never had fun)
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
I'm controllin' this system, you can either rock with them or
Go to hell, my pineal gland been twitchin'
Ever since Kells made the remix to "Ignition"
My key in the ignition of my lil' Mitsubishi
Had the eye in '95, but nobody was tryna reach me
Wok and foul stanking, still smell the Cuba though
Tape a dab to strap to my portable CD player
JAY-Z playin', "Politics As Usual"
I was fuckin' 'round with loops I ripped off BearShare
[Refrain: Ab-Soul]
Yeah
Ayy, man
Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
I say bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Lottie was riding shotty debatin' about the livelihood of the African-American in America
Hypocrisy and religion, feminism
How television's degradin' our character
Government corruption and the subtle stuff they cover up
Gave me all this knowledge, but never gave up the butt
I still kind of wish she gave up the butt
Now we both defendin' the people, just in different ways
You know, the more you honor somebody, the more you judge 'em
I'm a public speaker hummin' out your speakers in public
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