Ab-Soul - Parental Advisory lyrics

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Ab-Soul - Parental Advisory lyrics

[Produced by SmokeyGotBeatz] [Verse 1] We outchea everyday, racked up, strapped up Call for your backup 'fore we get active (bam bam) Shots lit off, cars sped off Pistol grip, pump in the trunk, knock your head off Youngin's out late night, smokers in the alleyway Streets ain't fair so watch for the foulplay n***as like to roleplay, stay away from them Them the type of clowns that'll try to do you in They'll get you in a room, say it's either you or him Volunteer snitchin', that's any easy move to him Look, money talk, bullsh** walks 1000 miles, acquitted The evidence got lost in the trial now Back to the block, n***as sellin' rocks Hoes sellin' cot, right in-front of the cops Ain't no time like now, eyes in-front of the clock n***as ain't wise enough, expire right on the spot [Hook: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul] Pimpin' these loose hoes (Out here) They crippin' don't you know (They out here) Red rags with big GATs (Stay out here) Money bags and dub sacs (It's out here) Who out here? Where my east side n***as at? Where my west side n***as at? Where my east side? Where my west side n***as at? All my n***as that we [?] that (We out here) [Verse 2] Prolific, so gifted Eat the snub nose spittin' the .45 in Got these young hoes trippin', cold pimpin' Put this currency in motion, that's the whole mission Look, snakes in the shadows slitherin' Know the difference between soldiers and citizens who militant You seen them war veterans? On their yard doin' long stretches, tryna get home to enjoy blessings f** stressin',We kush smoke n***a, f** cessin' Hittin' donuts in the intersection, 105 existential n***a Eastside Watts,nothin' residential, n***a You see them pyramids, on Imperial I'm a project baby raised off chicken noodle soup Saltine crackers and soggy cereal To make it out the 'jects, that's considered a miracle Visit [Hook: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul] Pimpin' these loose hoes (Out here) They crippin' don't you know (They out here) Red rags with big GATs (Stay out here) Money bags and dub sacs (It's out here) Who out here? Where my east side n***as at? Where my west side n***as at? Where my east side? Where my west side n***as at? All my n***as that we [?] that (We out here) [Verse 3] Uh, black tint on the Testarosta Hustlin' like we broke, still look ferocious Yeah, you don't wanna test the holster I ain't on bullsh**, bullsh**, I'm steppin' over I might be with my oldhead sippin' cold ones Talkin' 'bout the Art of War n***as don't want beef once I bring 'em round these carnivores Shut 'em down, open up shop like a corner store Serve the ma**es, make a lot of cash If they press you for taxes, burn 'em down to ashes On some veteran sh** We ain't tryna take no L's, gotta Mayweather this sh** I'm out here in the outfield like a Dodger Rare LA fitted, hit the wall and I rob ya I'm in the projects, givin' out diagnostics For n***as I heard k**in' and dyin' for high profits I did it all, seen it all, know that Far from your average, snapshotted and quote that: Kodak Jay Rock, Watts City finest We livin' for the moments, look around and you notice [Hook: Jay Rock & Ab-Soul] Pimpin' these loose hoes (Out here) They crippin' don't you know (They out here) Red rags with big GATs (Stay out here) Money bags and dub sacs (It's out here) Who out here? Where my east side n***as at? Where my west side n***as at? Where my east side? Where my west side n***as at? All my n***as that we [?] that (We out here)

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