A.B. Original - The Feast lyrics

[Spoken: Rodney O] This Rod 0 in stereo that ol school fool From Philadelphia PA That's a hook you can cook b**h A.B. Aboriginal Always all that Always black [Intro: Briggs, King T & Trials] It's a cool Saturday night Drive around leanin' on the pa**enger side Ya not feelin' these sounds you can get the f** out Sorry, I'm nice but I'm never polite [Verse 1: Briggs] Roll with 2 T's like I'm Malcolm Little Don't know what your dad does: Malcolm in the Middle I made a phone call to Scuba Steve And he let me know he gonna hook up whatever Trigga needs King T, couldn't get a bigger G Swiggin Alkaholik and Trigga got a bigger tree If they ain't high you could'a fooled me Stogie on the dash and the purp on the front seat That's the shotgun, *aid not son And you can't sit there if you ain't got one If you want some get some if ya bad enough take some Oh no? Then get the f** out the way cuz [Hook: Briggs, King T & Trials] You know, we eating, you know, we eating You know, we eating, we feasting! You know, we eating, you know, we eating You know, we eating, we feasting! We stay eating, you stay starving You stay mad while we stay laughing HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA [Pre-Verse Ad-Libs: King T] My n***a Trials (yeah) Briggs (yeah) What's happening? A.B.ORIGINAL It's the Likwit, check it [Verse 2: King T] It's another west coast swig and I'm pulling up with Briggs With no more f**s to give, I'm a hub city nightmare right there Standing with the Likwit Locked in with A.B.ORIGINAL, they the business I'm so solid I eliminate frolics Call it what you call it, it's the gangsta Alkaholik TRUST That ol green, KUSH no seeds A different type of cloth I'm cut, that ol' creed Man these ho's ain't knowing I'm a show 'em King still trifling, Likwit still flowing Blowing on nothing but the best, f** stress Show ya how to rock it from Australia to the west Turn down for what? A n***a'll sleep When he rest in peace In other words deceased Till that part I'ma just beast And kick back with Trials and Briggs and just feast [Hook: Briggs, King T & Trials] You know, we eating, you know, we eating You know, we eating, we feasting! You know, we eating, you know, we eating You know, we eating, we feasting! We stay eating, you stay starving You stay mad while we stay laughing HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA [Verse 3: Trials] Well it's a hot, hot Sunday, blowing hydro in the breeze Never wore a watch cos I got nowhere to be With a scuba tank, hooked it up directly to the hoobastank Hooked up by Scuba Steve rolling with that super dank Dabbled in the dab, so f**en sticky Couldn't pack it in a bag (let that b**h breath) Then I'm in it till its finished, snap like a mousetrap If I don't get it then I'm bench-pressing house cats (A.B.ORIGINAL) Handle the difference The illest black villain since Lando Calrissian And hand over fist I break bricks with my paws Roll the weed at warp speed while I listen to the sword Keep bouncing magician with the marijuana Dropped the bomb in megaton dutching out my power armour With my squad large, leaping over cop cars Inside a hydroponic shop to put a pot plant inside a pot plant And feast [Outro: Briggs, King T & Trials] When we connect you know we eat Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T Fix a plate and take your seat Grab a drink and join the feast When we connect you know we eat Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T Fix a plate and take your seat Grab a drink and join the feast HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA