Artist: Ab-Soul f/ A-Mack, Punch, SZA Album: These Days... Song: Dub Sac Typed by: Cedmaster3K {*Part 1*} {"Turn up to it, playboy!"} [Soul] Uhh, uhh [Chorus One: Ab-Soul] I had a dub sac in my bucket, rollin' round like fuck it Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rollin' round like fuck it (fuck it) OZ in this Benzo, rollin' round like fuck it (fuck it) Ro-rollin' round like fuck it (fuck it) ro-ro-rollin' round like Fuck it (fuck it) [Ab-Soul] That shit weak, your bitch weak, that's too bad, my bitch bad (uhh) Smoke weed, I got plenty, take your quarter back like McNabb (yeah) Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter now I got a quinceaƱera (what) Ever had a chick do it on the dick to capoeira? (Never did that) Kick game like martial arts, kick game like Marshall Law on Tekken The homies got weapons, martial law could happen any second (yeah) Gettin' money, blowin' digits, only sexin' sexy women (what) Only sexin' sexy women (what) only sexin' sexy women (uhh~!) That like to do them nasty thangs, you know, I like them nasty thangs (yup) Can't fuck with them whips and chains, I got a bitch that do but I ain't got no gavel Baby wanna know what's under my belt, maybe cause I paid so much for the belt (yup) Call the car service, get your ass home but just yesterday me and Agent J [Chorus One] - begins with "Had" [Chorus Two: Ab-Soul] What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?) What's happenin'? (What's happenin'?) What's happenin'? (Wh-wh-wh-wh-what's happenin'?) What's happenin'? What's happenin'? What's happenin'? Hah {"OZ in this Benzo, OZ in this Benzo"} [Interlude: Ab-Soul] (Del Amo!) Uhh, just a lil' Carson nigga; just a lil' Carson nigga (Del Amo!) Just a lil' Carson nigga; just a lil' Carson nigga {*3X*} (Del Amo!) [Ab-Soul] Uhh, niggas'll never take it where I took it I ain't never take it there yet (YMS) yeah You're so weak, you don't know me, Soulo so low-key In Lord, legends, infinity; oh God showed off inventin' me Me-me and K with the promoter, drop the fo' up in the soder I'm unraveling Backwoods and he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya What's happeniiiing? I've been gone too long But bitch I'm back agaiiiin, except this time I'm old Had that Chevy celebrity, the same age as me With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15, I mean [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Ab-Soul] Yeah; you still weak, you last week, I'm next month, twist the next blunt (uhh) The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts now we blowin' big weed, lean mixed up (hah) Nigga, don't get shit misconstrued, we gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff Gettin' women in the mood; we tell the truth up in the nude (Soulo) Breakin' news, br-breakin' news, I'm enlightenin' like Pikachu (hah) All I do is what you wouldn't think to do (uhh) Silk, don't you remember that vegetable? South Pole jeans, fat laces in all our shoes, a nigga turned into an oracle (uhh) Treat the damn booth like a urinal (yeah) smokin' a stogie in a terminal (hah) I had a dub sac in my bucket, rollin' round like fuck it Paul, Jeremy, Doe and me tryna match a nugget (hah) Pass the blunt to BC, A-AR and AJ (uhh) King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me I had a dub sack in my bucket... Capital C~! {*Part 2; beat changes*} [Ab-Soul] I just might be in yo hood... {*4X*} [A-Mack - over Ab-Soul] Fuck outta here man, you dumb ass niggas! You niggas are silly out here tryin' to look cute and shit man - quit playin'! This is serious bruh, niggas wanna come talk to me about all this dumb shit A nigga ain't tryna hear that man! I'ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my nigga This shits over here for the grown folks We gon' handle shit how we handle it, my nigga; straight like that, bruh Eh niggas out here look silly, my nigga Like bruh, if you don't know me look at my fuckin' Twitter, my nigga You better come clean, my nigga - straight up nigga! Me and my niggas out here slappin' for the fuck of it now It's your boy A-Mack out here, my nigga Zanzilla, slapping niggas and bitches for fun - straight like that! [Punch] Niggas chased my uncle there Through God's grace the gun jammed I found comfort in this pleasure meanin' I slept the best through gun sounds +These Days+ it's a little different between me and my past I put a little distance Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious Started as a dream, manifested into little Kendrick Now everybody feel it Even niggas who didn't know, they try to forget it! Selective amnesia that's an +Oxymoron+, +These Days+ Niggas ask about pressure I grew up watching free base Literally the face of my hood So basically I beat the case I vanished but left a trace, just incase a nigga gotta go back... Yeah, it's not for games if I say that [Outro: Ab-Soul] + (SZA) I just might be in yo hood (I just might be in yo hood, I just might be in your hood) I just might be in yo hood (I just might be in yo hood, I just might be in your hood) I just might be in yo hood