B-REAL - Stix N Stones lyrics

rate me

Ft. Ab-Soul

(Verse: B-Real)

See the meteoric rise, see we goin' for a ride

We neva lookin' back, we keep our eye on the prize

Like the harvest, cut ya down to size

Put the dab on the nail dry 'em out, give 'em California hights

Need a dose? I can give it too ya, load ya up on jet fuel

Fly ya fuckin' out of here, Fucking wit yo mental

See, it's on when it's on and it's on in 90

40 packs in the trunk, popo flow behind me

I don't care I'm the doctor, I'm silk but the shocka

Got the bitches smokin' hard baked out like Betty Crocker

Got my foot in yo ass like assorted in the foot locker

Rep my fuckin' city like a vest wit the bottom rocker

(Hook)

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words can neva harm me (Keep talkin')

No sticks no seeds up in my weed

The prettiest penny what it cost me (blaze it up)

I hope ya got a couple iron lungs in yo chest becuz

(This right here is not a test!)

I told ya (this right here is not a test!)

I told ya (this right here is not a test!)

(Verse 2: Ab-Soul)

Errywhere I go I'm smoking dope

Is my name So-High or is it Soulo?

When ya on top of the game they want ya 2 throw 'em rope

Ya get hung tryna hang out, I'm Willie Lynch in reverse

Ya show boat but shoulda bought a yacht first

When the loud around ya in the death row like a Pac verse

Ya heard, m8? What the business is?

My niggas curry chicken in the coup like Carribeans

Angel wings on a villain back, that's how I rap

And when I travel I neva pack without the pack

Hit up Doctor Greenthumb to schedule an appointment

He said smoke two zips and call 'im in the mornin'

(Hook)

(Verse 3: B-Real)

Listen, the mic do 100 dabs

Keep the nail hot, bitch, got the finest slabs

Throw your flowers in the air, it's up for grabs

Now your face gettin' tight, I'm cuttin' shit with _____(?)

We get 'em high, like the holy ghost

Batman smokin' kush, thinkin' holy smokes!

Got you faded out while yo homies choke

Get that prescription, hit the loud while the homies choke

Aye, yo, Ab, keep the engine runnin'

Noose around the weed like it's the waggons and the indians comin'

Funky feels on the tip, come on, hit it

Takin' out you suckas and you don't know how I did it

Throw me out the window cuz I'm real stoned

Davids do Golliath when he do me at his fuckin' dome

Trick top, you get mopped, tonight it's guaranteed

No-one's gonna say a thing, hear a pin drop

(Hook)