Ab-Soul - Bubble Gum Blues lyrics

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Just dropped a four, I'm sleepin' (true) I don't even know how I do this Know your b**h wanna come with me I've got pull around here, we can go swimming Ain't no love for these f** boys You can save all that noise You row your boat up sh**'s creek I roll with adults that pack toys [Verse 2: Short Dawg] And y'all lack poise Your paper thick, still I'll take your chick You can't wait and trick Comin' out the pocket like Kaepernick Flow tight, still I make it fit It's all love 'til the haters switch And I'm slow mo' Gettin' so throwed that I'm pacin' it I'm on that Indiana Jones Cups double like clones Pistol black as my ancestors We don't ride with that chrome [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] She on my head like a hairdresser But we ain't at the salon So sad, my credit bad, cause she won't leave me alone Stay a step ahead like a StairMaster in 3004 Smoke that OG and that Master [Verse 4: Short Dawg] Police dogs in my dope Got these freaks piled at my show First she chose me, then I smashed her Told her if it happens naturally, then it won't be a disaster My n***as know that I'mma grind 'til we four-deep in that Casper [Verse 5: Ab-Soul] My n***as know that I'mma ride until my ghost float in the sky You n***as hustling backwards, for better or for worse It's a gift and a curse, we makin' money off of bad words Get money, f** b**hes, yo fresh, you pick [Verse 6: Short Dawg] Hm, countin' my green, or get in between? I can do both, I proved it They see the Coupe I'm in Ain't no reason for these n***as to pretend If money is the root, call me Kunta, then Used to have the two for tens, discount on them stones I'm pissed off, in my zone Got him dismounting the throne (it's on) My game wild, I'm from a 'hood where you can't smile I'm just here to make change, pal And I brung soul like James Brown [Verse 7: Ab-Soul] And it's a man's world Got my hands all over another man's girl Ain't that a b**h, yeah, life is such The minus and the plus, don't place me with the average You know I'm hazardous as Ks in pre-K cla**es It's straight madness Pumping gas and dropping matches with your daughter in the baby seat Can you imagine it? It's no conspiracy, every Soul Tape's fabulous