Ab-Soul - Constipation lyrics

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Ab-Soul - Constipation lyrics

[Intro: Ab-Soul] As we proceed to give you what you need, T-D-E [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q & Ab-Soul] Omega, Black Hippy came through to switch flavors Wake and bake no taters Pa-pa** me the ketchup I'll homestyle fry em' You n***as better catch up as swift as I am I was born in Zion I defeated the Lion, soul made of iron Yeah, Soul made of iron Now a n***a talking, now you can't fold when you trying Try for triumph Survive by any means necessary even if it means dying Dying! f** the world missionary, Malcom got popped Obama got in office, and I'm still on the block Ain't sh** changed,the grinding never stops Call it progress, and the reason why the chicks always fall in our nest Two n***as getting high Heh! Flying objects. Hehehaha! Yes! We got next, now forever the hippy is black interrogated by (By!) Instrumentals that give me a rhythm Put the maze together and blaze Don't be afraid, (Aye), See this is how we do Would say I thought you knew but that would not be true In fact, Be Q You f*gs are through and like all of you teachers thus far I'm pa**ing you (Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh) [Hook: Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q] Black Hippy! Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy Soul! Black Hippy, Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy (yeh) Black-bla-b-b-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-b-b-Black Hippy Please fix ya face, we rolling up so much, anticipation We finna shock the nation, Oh sh**! Constipation! f** b**hes, f** hoes, f** b**hes f** hoes f** b**hes (We finna shock the nation) f** hoes f** b**hes, (Constipation)f** hoes, f** b**hes, f** hoes f** b**hes, f** hoes, f** b**hes, f** hoes (As we proceed) [Verse 2: Jay-Rock & Kendrick Lamar] Activist (black hippy) Rebel without a cause Full clip left you stiff like a manikin Hit him in his temple, left him at the Taj Mahal, What you on I'm on some other sh**, feeling like I stepped off the mother ship We sabotage the government, CIA gotta evacuate when we done The state troopers would call off the shooters at dead run It's going down I said Boogie down, down Boogie down Bronx In a black borrow hound Bumping Biggie like Pac ain't dead Two side call it Twenty-two (Ugh) I'm twenty-two and I rap like twenty zoos Straight animal Ace Ventura couldn't find no cure So raw probably bite off the face of Hannibal Protein shakes, acid, and manure [Hook]

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