ABC Soup

Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play To let it play Enough to let it play Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play To let it play Enough to let it play Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play To let it play Enough to let it play Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play To let it play Enough to let it play Don't add to my stress (I'm tryna do my best) Don't get on my nerves Don't go be a herb Pinot Grigio and 'erb OchoCinco in his own words Flexing it occurred These niggas not prepared So I ABC the soup And make these niggas eat their words Better yet, go back to sleep I ain't nothin' but a rap-lete Ain't like it's a track meet Well actually How you turn around and chat chat chat But then don't be @'ing me Then I kiss my teeth Then erase, reset back to factory Yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yo, yo-yooo Flow on a rope, swing it back and forth Throw the rock around my neck Might tap the floor AND-1 Mixtape, nigga, set to go (OH BABY!) And I just left Texaco Gassed up, ret to go (Go, go, go, go) If her ass up she flexible Make her tuck her schedule You ain't gonna make that Might as well lay back Niggas can't touch these measurables Know you can't say jack (Sajack) Pat better weigh that Pound for pound, nigga debate that Way back, I was doing rounds like a race track Say that Whoever was sound enough to spray back Loser never gonna get his face back (Take that) All them niggas Leatherface (Gross) I can't separate Light as a feather, whatever, I levitate Elevate like I caught a oop back-door On a rim protector that's 7'8 Rise and devastate Eyes have never seen Ears only hear when they mouth be asking Fear's only steering ya mouth, keep asking Until I pull out and the choppa keeps blastin' Don't add to my stress (I'm tryna do my best) Don't get on my nerves Don't go be a herb Pinot Grigio and 'erb OchoCinco in his own words Flexing it occurred These niggas not prepared So I ABC the soup And make these niggas eat their words (Word, word, word, word...) I mixed Boss Orange and LV in high school Way I was goin' probably should've been in night school I'm takin' my talents to flight school James White type moves It's the beige-white like dude Inner rage like Ice Cube (ICE CUBE) News said that I had an AK They wasn't lyin' It's registered and I'll blow they ass away It's mine, the fuck is a NRA We black-owned like crack homes before Daryl Gates This is Antonio Gates, 2-sport great They emulate dS with Newport shakes That ain't the same taste you need more grace They in the same place, I need more space To understand the pace, you need more faith Big smile on my face at my court date Don't add to my stress (I'm tryna do my best) Don't get on my nerves Don't go be a herb Pinot Grigio and 'erb OchoCinco, in his own words Flexing it occurred These niggas not prepared So I ABC the soup And make these niggas eat their words Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play To let it play Enough to let it play Sounds so groovy it's enough to let it play To let it play Enough to let it play