[Intro: Ab-Soul] (Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) Soulo Tell me something I don't know (Peel a nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) Nigga, tell me something I don't know (Real nigga shit!)
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Yup You know the name (you know the name) Top Dawg, bitch! No cat in this, I volunteered for these Hunger Games (Soul!) I'm the one to blame for fucking up the frame of mind of many mimes but might I mind you these are minor things My aim is to ill instill in the powers that be The power in me, to move matter with my brain Powder ain't my name (nah) Money, power, and respect, powder in my-
[Hook: Ab-Soul & BJ The Chicago Kid] But nevermind that baby just move your body Nevermind that baby just move your body Nevermind that baby just move your body Nevermind that baby just move your body Nevermind that baby just move your body Nevermind that baby just move your body
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Uh Real nigga shit She wanna be righteous young rich nigga bitch Are you a lesbian or a librarian? I know you got room for my dick Shhh, Tionary in your library then This ain’t a fairy tale, you are not dreaming That Vitamin C, it is not semen I'm prestigious, might press up on you- I'm a fucking scripture nigga we bussin' scripts If he don't leave you no option If your nose starts bleeding hold your balance (What?) Balmain bikers, never rode a motorcycle, no denial I just got em cause you got it, when you got em (HAH) (They all know-know!) Play this Soul shit (And we load the clip!) What you call that? Real nigga shi-
(Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!)
Tell me something I don't know (Peel a nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) Nigga tell me something I don't know (Real nigga shit!)
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] (M-M-Maybach Music) Three bands on my shades I'm riding round in that nine My car wash at four My top down at five These ho niggas don't count Them all golds gon' mount Fake niggas gon' fade We don't know what that bout That white girl in that pot, fuck niggas I'm high (But Nevermind That baby just move your body) That 45 on my person, quarter keys in my verse All my shit be rock hard, yo shit so commercial Master key to these riches Fuck most of these bitches Checked half of these niggas Checking athlete figures Rest In Peace, Yall niggas done forgot Now your necks in the noose, see you at the top
(Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) Nigga tell me something I don't know (Peel a nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Real nigga shit!) (Pill popping, peel a nigga shit!) (They all know, know-know and we load the clip!) Nigga tell me something I don't know (Real nigga shit!)
[Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Something and I pull up and I hop out looking fresh as Zanerobe leather sweats Fucking bitches in the PH not the PJs (Saudi) Blow a hundred thousand dollar cheque Got them goons on deck- Be quiet, real killers move in silence (they do!) Them killers they be wyling, them killers they be wyling, yeah Pop a pill and peel your shit, that's TMI, but that's R and-
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
