Abu Ghraib Songtext
Ah, one two, one two!
Yeah, yeah
You wanna know where I'm from, son, follow my lead
As a matter of fact, just follow my weed!
My pop is the white... stop the polo creed...
Now I'm doing the same thing, Abu Ghraib!
MCs may have stopped, strip down to...
Get exposed when I flow, chain down to walls, y'all
Just say nothing like they!
Doing all wrong while I do it the wrong way
We're speaking in a matter of terms
See it in my mind's eye, I burn cannabis herbs
I'm an analyst, some say an evangelist
One day I'm knocked from the bay of Los Angeles.
I'm from the K, got that Shawty wanna pull shit
Trying not to hate, but all these younglings are some bullshit
Even got the nerve to call themselves soldiers
Lighter smoke, snap... strike a few poses!
Hook:
It go bla blab la
Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls!
What's up, hoe? You really want to spark
You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the shit, aha
Got your man tied up, we're about to flip
The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain!
Listen, more militant, bar for bar billion
This ... and large cigars of the alien shit
Sean killing shit, weapon of mass blast
Consumers might cop, but I know that your ass trash.
I don't do songs for grass...
I do songs with whack ass rappers for fat stash
Now I'm in the black hawk
No job, whole vibes ...
More style is the baddest, I floss fabric
In doing savage acts of violence to wile bastards ...
In the street you're out ... cupcakes balls
.. extra corn.
I'm an artist, watch out, fattest can't get drawn!
Uh, delicately preaching
We ain't related, so fuck on that relatively speaking, motherfucker!
Hook:
It go bla blab la
Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls!
What's up, hoe? You really want to spark
You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the shit, aha
Got your man tied up, we're about to flip
The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain!
I wasn't done yet, son, move at sunset!
All my artillery is summed up in one...
Don't act like this rip don't hurt
Rain drow not from the flow, from the work.
I .. like I ain't got enough air!
Every mic inside, I'mma make you disappear (gone!)
They're like, wait! I don't know if they may be saying
After all I just got in on the crazy.
Wretches been blusterous, this rap is rappers spit
So after I rap, you shouldn't rap after this!
.. is back to back coupons...
Stuff to get odd,
Fuck your... it's my life, fuck if you come!
.. one two flow, when the guns do blow
Plus, I keep this shit out of you, Kung Fu Joe!
Hook:
It go bla blab la
Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls!
What's up, hoe? You really want to spark
You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the shit, aha
Got your man tied up, we're about to flip
The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain!
Yeah, yeah
You wanna know where I'm from, son, follow my lead
As a matter of fact, just follow my weed!
My pop is the white... stop the polo creed...
Now I'm doing the same thing, Abu Ghraib!
MCs may have stopped, strip down to...
Get exposed when I flow, chain down to walls, y'all
Just say nothing like they!
Doing all wrong while I do it the wrong way
We're speaking in a matter of terms
See it in my mind's eye, I burn cannabis herbs
I'm an analyst, some say an evangelist
One day I'm knocked from the bay of Los Angeles.
I'm from the K, got that Shawty wanna pull shit
Trying not to hate, but all these younglings are some bullshit
Even got the nerve to call themselves soldiers
Lighter smoke, snap... strike a few poses!
Hook:
It go bla blab la
Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls!
What's up, hoe? You really want to spark
You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the shit, aha
Got your man tied up, we're about to flip
The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain!
Listen, more militant, bar for bar billion
This ... and large cigars of the alien shit
Sean killing shit, weapon of mass blast
Consumers might cop, but I know that your ass trash.
I don't do songs for grass...
I do songs with whack ass rappers for fat stash
Now I'm in the black hawk
No job, whole vibes ...
More style is the baddest, I floss fabric
In doing savage acts of violence to wile bastards ...
In the street you're out ... cupcakes balls
.. extra corn.
I'm an artist, watch out, fattest can't get drawn!
Uh, delicately preaching
We ain't related, so fuck on that relatively speaking, motherfucker!
Hook:
It go bla blab la
Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls!
What's up, hoe? You really want to spark
You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the shit, aha
Got your man tied up, we're about to flip
The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain!
I wasn't done yet, son, move at sunset!
All my artillery is summed up in one...
Don't act like this rip don't hurt
Rain drow not from the flow, from the work.
I .. like I ain't got enough air!
Every mic inside, I'mma make you disappear (gone!)
They're like, wait! I don't know if they may be saying
After all I just got in on the crazy.
Wretches been blusterous, this rap is rappers spit
So after I rap, you shouldn't rap after this!
.. is back to back coupons...
Stuff to get odd,
Fuck your... it's my life, fuck if you come!
.. one two flow, when the guns do blow
Plus, I keep this shit out of you, Kung Fu Joe!
Hook:
It go bla blab la
Rappers full of shit, they ain't got enough balls!
What's up, hoe? You really want to spark
You have a strong feeling we are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the shit, aha
Got your man tied up, we're about to flip
The true verse, I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain!
Abu Ghraib Video
