B-REAL - Stix N Stones lyrics
rate meFt. 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)