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Ab-Soul - HOLLANDAISE lyrics

Artist: Ab-Soul

album: HERBERT


(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho (Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance (Ayy)
Same song, new dance, ho (Man, look)
Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit
Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real)
These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill
They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh)
I was ten-and-two on Central
Tryna make my dream come true (I was)
Youngin from Del Amo tryna let y'all know just what we go through (Uh-huh)
I was back-to-back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks
Tank wasn't on "F", as a matter of fact, it was half of half of that (That's fact)
Stopped goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?"
What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes?
If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk
Had Rossi in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice
Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (Uh-uh)
Just needed the people to believe in me (Yeah)
I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (Nah)
Was a fade away from banging the ECC
The OG told me, "Stick to slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah)
On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a fuck
Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)
Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)
(Yeah) On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah)
Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)
Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)
Get up off your ass
Go and get some cash, show 'em you mean business (Yeah)
Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive
Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (Ugh)
My name must be "Abraham—
Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah)
Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah)
While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh)
Gotta go hard in the paint
Gotta night-ride when they call it a day
All work, no play, crank up the ball and the chain
Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way
Ayy, they been afflicted by this, off top
On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (Yeah)
We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (Ugh)
To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah)
On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a fuck
Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)
Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)
On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a fuck
Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)
Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)
Yeah, ho (Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho (Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Hold up, I already told ya that I was conceived
In Korea by Herbert the Third and Lacresha
It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up
You know that the flow is nuclear
Since the moment of birth, I was chosen
My soul had a glow that was blinding them all
The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark
The gift and the curse, the right is the wrong
See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross
Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse
Memorizing Kris Kross songs and performing them
That was the origin
Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his
Snap G, word to Tricky T
Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan, and Capital C
Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk
That's where I was raised
Had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it
'Fore we burned 'em all, compact discs
G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes
Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid
Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat
Grandma made a name this big
Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it
AOL free trials on dial-up, millennials won't get it
Battle mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it
Metasota had me on AIM, teaching me how to flip it
Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats
Creating waves with the sound
I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes
Grabbed the mic and never put it down
Soon as he hit record, I transformed
I was now a god in man form
I was no longer me, but much more
Close my eyes and I swear to God
I see fans in the stands demand an encore
Standing up with they hands up
Henceforth, I stole the show, yo
The moment I open my eyes, I committed
Pun intended, I was sold
Wait for it, Soul!
My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!

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