Ab-Soul - 10 Pints lyrics
[Intro: Short Dawg] Everyday 10 thou' 10 thou', 10 thou' Everyday 10 thou' 10 thou', 10 thou' Everyday 10 thou' 10 thou' everyday 10 thou' [Bridge: Ab-Soul] 10 pints in my backpack, 10 pounds in the trunk 10 hoes in the backseat and they all tryna get f**ed 10 pints in my backpack, 10 pounds in the trunk 10 hoes in the backseat, backseat, backseat [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] 90's flow, mid though, catch us crawlin' in that Caddy There he go, smokin' dope, man I swear it came from Papi (Hola) Ab-Soul, so you know, don't be actin' unfamiliar West Side, Del Amo, I got it tatted on my spirit Spiritual, 10 hoes, hostage in the CTS Lambo, windows up, that molly might make them undress Oh for sure, Soulo hoe, minus E and add the 3 3 eyes to the third, word to the 33 Holy sh**, who is this? They call me the God MC Perform miracles and sh**, I turn water into lean Man I'm always gettin' shaded cause I stay around some tree Man I'm always gettin' faded, but no barbershop for me [Hook: Ab-Soul] 10 pints in my backpack, 10 pounds in the trunk 10 hoes in the backseat and they all tryna get f**ed 10 pints in my backpack, 10 pounds in the trunk 10 hoes in the backseat and they all tryna have fun Don't stop (Can you fit 10 hoes in your backseat?) Made all them b**hes lap up, say what (You made all them women lap up?) Yup, 10 hoes in the backseat and they askin' me for them d** I got 10 pounds in the trunk, 10 pints in my backpack [Verse 2: Short Dawg] I made 10 racks off 10 to 4s, I spit crack, need 10 a show Keep bad chicks with their skin exposed, my hoes thicker than winter clothes 10 deep so they finna roll, gon' lap up, girl, make some space 10 pints in my backpack, more seals than a naval base I stole a 6, I'ma drink an 8, the other deuce, I'm gon' save it I know these rapper dudes hate it when they hear me on their boo's playlist It's Young Fresh and my dues paid, fresh pair of cool greys And I keep pounds on me, like I'm in the U.K I'm on point like Jeremy Lin, and I'm reppin' that H-Town Soon as all of her girls is in, I made 'em bust it like Greyhound That's right, I'm a man, ho, haters cannot stand Short No matter if it's made by Gucci, Louis V or Jansport, I keep [Hook: Ab-Soul] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] 10 mil' in my back pocket, 20 thou on these rap watches Talkin' money, nah that's obnoxious, f** these hoes, pa** the chronic Came through, easily, Ab-Soul the new Eazy-E Talkin' sh**, leave him be, I'm chiefin' weed, watchin' DVDs Eatin' 5 star meals in my home My crib look like Johnny Depp's in Blow Got a cast around my arm, but I'm still smackin' rappers Don't f** with these bars, no homie, that's disaster Sittin' on a couple million Will please someone give Vince a f**in' Cinnabon (Aye, I'm hungry n***a) You talkin' sh** but where your facts at? b**h I got 10 million in my backpack [Hook: Ab-Soul] [Outro: Mac Miller] Everyday 10 mil' 10 mil', 10 mil' Everyday 10 mil' 10 mil', 10 mil' Everyday 10 mil' 10 mil' everyday 10 mil'