Ab-Soul - Run Tha Show lyrics

[Hook:] I run the game (I run the game) I run the show (Stop that) When the curtain open, they be yelling Ab-soul (Go 'head) And if you didn't (Know what?) Then now you know (What's up?) a**hole, Ab-Soul kick up flow I got you Back by popular demand, it's your man Dot, tell them what I am -- (You's a motherf**ing scoundrel) Villainous, I don't care if you sensitive I'm different -- my only proof of birth's a d**h certificate Brain like a fried egg, dick long as my leg I don't give a f** though, but I love having s** Hit my weed man up, told me all he had was stress Rock, ask DT how he wanna handle this Now I'm in the Nickersons but I ain't got no business here Cause I could get k**ed cause of the colors on the sh** I wear f** it though, I'm in this b**h -- acting all hard But watch me turn impotent as soon as n***as trip and sh** I only got one life and n***a I ain't risking it I'll probably catch cancer by twenty-six Smoke like a burning building, never choke and if I do That's that k**a, meaning, n***a that'll murder you That's the fire on my chest dude "Ab-Soul you smoke too much, how it affect you?" One time, I got so high up in the sky That I ran a couple laps then took a nap in the restroom Get it? I took a nap in the restroom I'm in the laboratory, sipping vodka out a test tube And if anybody wanna throw shots or leave flesh wounds Tell 'em I'll be in the streets with my cleats [Hook:] I run the game (I run the game) I run the show (Stop that) When the curtain open, they be yelling Ab-soul (Go 'head) And if you didn't (Know what?) Then now you know (What's up?) a**hole, Ab-Soul kick up flow I got you Show-stopper, Carson globetrotter Rhyme like popping a Glock, get low like Flo-Rida You know that n***a Soul keep one in the chamber Motherf** a judge though, there's no justice for brothers My n***a B Slim in the pen like permanent ink And like my first LP, I'm waiting on his release Machete sharp on you n***as every sixteen I should charge per bar like a store that sell dumbbells I ain't finna kiss the bride, but I'm finna unveil the truth n***as be trash like junk-mail in the booth After who? Y'all know that So I think I'm wasting a gift if y'all gon' rap Am I the sh**? Read my black a** lips Like confessions of video vixens we all wanna hit Kick it like a creative recreation on some everyday sh** And I don't even own a pair, but it's fair to say I [Hook:] I run the game (I run the game) I run the show (Stop that) When the curtain open, they be yelling Ab-soul (Go 'head) And if you didn't (Know what?) Then now you know (What's up?) a**hole, Ab-Soul kick up flow I got you Hit you up like Pac Then when you get to heaven ask Biggie who shot you I pity you rap dudes, you n***as in my way You're talking to the father, don't play Marvin Gaye Better yet, I'm the author-slash-martyr with a probable cause To ball harder than Coach Carter starters Pack more green than the team that gave the boot to Brett Favre And you could hear the horror in my aura Monster, like the one under your bed Say your prayers 'fore I shed through your epidermal layer With intentions to hurt you like a technical foul player Even in a scrimmage I make you hemorrhage I got a scheme to get richer than movie screen depictions of Bruce Wayne No bats, just game In fact, you n***as wanna know why you're lame? I gets more fly, you stay plain, how 'bout that? More figures than your calculator could count I got more flavor than garlic on n***as' recording I hate y'all, I'm sick of rap Punch, hit the space bar Largo termino... Long term, b**hes If you can compare yourself to anybody else in hip-hop who would it be? And this is not comparing them to be side by side This is somebody that you see great music inside them And every time you hear them it makes you wanna work on your craft Man, really I mean, I mean K Dot man, that n***a's a monster K Dot? That n***a's a monster Uh, he's probably the only rapper still that gives me the chills at this point Aside from like Hov or someone like that