Ab-Soul - SOPA lyrics

[Intro:] (Soulo taught me...) See yeah my n***a see See yes this where that sci-fi met swag my n***a Like the Holy Bible and a Gucci Bag My n***a, swag! [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony Chip off the block, it's puffy socks in my Saucony I touch stock, she s** co*k She dancing Secret Sundays and I'm 'bout to pray I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking dope She got that magical vaginal let me hocus poke Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream She into Alexander McQueen but she ain't met the king (Soulo, SOULO, Soulo, SOULO) kiss the f**ing ring ho TDE we got the belt, "hold it down if nothin else" And this is my new single, cut the cheese it's bout to melt Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr.Evil Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta And I ain't never been a motherf**ing lick 'less I'm right around the clit Druggys with' hoes, O's and 4′s [Hook: x2] I'm smokin dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough I said look back at me when you hit the pole Swag's so mean, on them f**ing hoes [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] Oh that's your b**h? Well bruh she on me I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then f** the homies Got the block hot, 'cause I sold it off No I'm not Weezy, b**h I'm weezy from that chronic cough Yeah, I'm smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is f**ing here Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down How that sound I'm from the underground They're gonna make me slang a pound Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row) b**h, what you know about Figg Row (Figg Row) This is original gangster, Uh, uh, uh, yeah Smoke it, chewed it, sniff it, smell it Inhale it, sip it, whatever Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah In interviews they always asking me about a lisp Knowing damn well I'm looking like I'm slinging bricks Ever seen an ex-student get a half a ticket Think I'm lying? just ask Jimmy, that check was mine to... [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q] Soulo ho! Groovy Q! I'm high as f**, look at me too Won't pa** the weed, but I'll pa** a b**h Fendi on, I might throw a fit Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon Heard it through the grapevine We got extra pills, lean and shrooms Life for me is just weed and brews Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it, get get) (Soulo taught me)