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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Herbert Anthony Stevens IV
Songwriter
Gerloni Cotton
Gerloni Cotton
Songwriter
Johnny Reed McKinzie, Jr.
Johnny Reed McKinzie, Jr.
Songwriter
Jacob Rochester
Jacob Rochester
Songwriter
Johnny Kosich
Johnny Kosich
Songwriter
Jake Kosich
Jake Kosich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rory Behr
Rory Behr
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Boyd
Andrew Boyd
Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Jacob Rochester
Jacob Rochester
Producer
Beach Noise
Beach Noise
Producer
Sedrick Moore II
Sedrick Moore II
Recording Engineer
Keaton Smith
Keaton Smith
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Never, never had fun, always had heart) (Always had drugs, I don't give a fuck) (Now I ride like a buck, ride, ride like a buck) (Never, never had fun) Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing I'm controllin' this system, you can either rock with them or Go to hell, my pineal gland been twitchin' Ever since Kells made the remix to "Ignition" My key in the ignition of my lil' Mitsubishi Had the eye in '95, but nobody was tryna reach me Wok and foul stanking, still smell the Cuba though Tape a dab to strap to my portable CD player JAY-Z playin', "Politics As Usual" I was fuckin' 'round with loops I ripped off BearShare Yeah Ayy, man Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing I say bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing Lottie was riding shotty debatin' about the livelihood of the African-American in America Hypocrisy and religion, feminism How television's degradin' our character Government corruption and the subtle stuff they cover up Gave me all this knowledge, but never gave up the butt I still kind of wish she gave up the butt Now we both defendin' the people, just in different ways You know, the more you honor somebody, the more you judge 'em I'm a public speaker hummin' out your speakers in public Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing I say- Here we fucking go again with this fucking CD player Nigga, can you please go over to wherever y'all go Del Amo, Swap Meet or something Pull over real quick What? What you gon' do? Breathe on it with your hot-ass cigarette breath, nigga? Get outta here, nigga Give it to me so I can fix it, I'll breathe on it Don't tell your mama I be smoking cigarettes She know, she look at them lips, she know That ain't because of that, though Alright, put it back in then Fix it then, now you fix it Why I got to fix everything? So I'll go ahead and do it This the problem, this the problem, Herb This is your problem, Herb Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout-
Writer(s): Gerloni Cotton, Herbert Anthony Stevens Iv, Jacob Rochester, Jake Kosich, Johnny Kosich, Johnny Reed Mckinzie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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