Artist: Ab-Soul
Album:  Control System
Song:   Showin' Love
Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com

[Ab-Soul]
Willie B, Ali, 'Soul
For all my niggas doing drugs
fucking hoes and showing love

Pants still sagging to the floor
Sagging through your turf like I own this fucking earth
That's on my fucking life, I'm just living fucking life
This ain't 'House Party 5', but what's popping for tonight?
I got a lil' more dough to spend
Let's rest in peace up on the L.B. like Nate did (rest in peace!)
Y'all ain't smoking, y'all choking
Nugs big as Chuck E. Cheese tokens and I'm toting
Bum house on Skid Row ain't this po-tent/po' tent
Holy shit, I'm God-sent, admire my stench
Callate la boca
in the presence of the most Hiii (PoWeR), most Hiii (PoWeR)
Most Hiii (PoWeR), yeah you heard me right
True achiever, new Adidas, still tryna earn my 'stripes'
'Soul!

[Chorus 2X]
For all my niggas doing drugs
fucking hoes and showing love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit...

[Ab-Soul]
It's easy to assume we doing decent, true indeed
I'm not from here, I'm of Heaven descent
And you'd agree, as sure as one and two is three
You'd have this music down to a tee if you was me
It's thirty-six O's in a key
It's only one in Ab-Soul, still open doors
Don't forget the dash, I might leave you with a gash
and I ain't doing no mo' shows 'less I'm getting cash
Phillies full of hash, city on my back nigga
Fucked around and put Del Amo on the map nigga
Carson, Californication, no travel agent
But every day's a vacation and motherfuckers hating
I flew in, but I ain't complaining
And every day I'm raining got the most precipitation
Soulo, Top Dawg administration
Top Notch, Crock-Pot hot, wear your apron
Stop, watch, grab a stopwatch, apply patience
and watch us pop across the population

[Chorus 2X]

[Ab-Soul]
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run this shit
Go and tell 'em 'Soul told 'em, lick a scrotum, suck a dick
Down for what I'm up against, clowning when you see me styling
Joking, smiling, scoped your poker face through these black shades
Smoking on hay, in the middle of the barn
At least I think so, I can't quite remember where we are
All I see is stars, nigga, all I see is stars
I don't know if I'm on the red carpet or on Mars
Shout out to my bitches giving it up on the first date
Between twenty-one and thirty-eight, great

[Chorus 2X]

[Ab-Soul]
Motherfuck the government, democrats, republicans
can shove it up where they take a shit, we in this bitch
In a sense I'm militant with a trigger finger itch
cause I'm always killing it, you see this shit in my cerebral I invent
It should be illegal I admit, surrender quick
I want to see hands and white flags, no matter if you teach eighth grade
or you move weight like a gastric bypass
Get a good look at my ass before you kiss it, sons of bitches
Get well acquainted with it, we gon' be here for a minute
HiiiPoWeR, pissing on the Declaration
of Independence, and you can bet my John Han-cock the biggest
Fuck a proposition, 'less it's in my best interest
Kissing ratchets in the mouth, lift your dress and show address
Don't be so upset, show some love when you see a thug
getting pita bread, or put the nina to your head
You heard what I said, 'Soul