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Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Ab-Soul ft. Smoke DZA & Da$h - Money Team Lyrics

Don't Get Too Excited...
My Last Pack Was Courtesy 
Of B-Real From Cypress Hill
Jet Fuel, OG, And It's Death To Kill

Bet I Got Some Weed 
Puffy, That's My Nigga
We Puffin' Backwoods, 
Back To Back, Back To Back

Back To Back, Back To Back, 
I'm A Chiropractor, Nigga
So High But I'm Solo, 
The Horseman On My Polo's...

H-O-C, But You Don't Know, 
Though - I'm Just A High Nigga
So When You Walk By 
Don't Say "Hi," Nigga, Don't!

Roll Up Some More Of That Money Team
I Know You've Got Some More Of That
Rolling To The Chronic, 
Smoking Chronic, 

All We Need's A Low-Low
Picked Up An Ounce From 
Fountain Out In Day, 
It's So Astounding

I Was On The Ground, 
Looked Down, Now I'm On A Mountain
If Fair Is Fair, My Strand Is Rare, 
I Don't Know Where I Grow, Though

Rolling Up An Ozone Of This Bubba, 
F**king Up The Ozone
My Third I Wink At You, 
You Blink, And "Poof!"

Like "Where He Go Though? 
He Ain't Even Leave The Drive!"
I Knew Today Would Be A Great Day
I'm A F**king Buddha-Head, 

I Don't Take Vacays
Young High-Grade,
I'm Always In A Great Space
Coughin' Up A Lung On That KK Kush

I'm A Harlem Nigga, 
Every Day's Payday
Burn It Down, 
Vacate - I'm All About That Pastry

Man, Like I'm Marketing Rev Run's Daughters
But I'm Talking Bout The Green 
With The Dead Prez On Em Hold Up
And Speaking Of Green, 

Hope You Got Yours
Cause I'm A Fiend And It's Personal, 
Parties, F**king With Me True Story
Hold On To That 

You Might Not Get It Back
It's All Good, Though 
I'm 'Bout To Roll Another Bat
I Hit The Bay And Got Some Great Wax

When They Talking Bout Loud, 
I Don't Hear That
I'm Smokin' Dope 
In Front Of Dope On Fairfax

Jet Life, Nigga 
These Layer Raps DZA
Dope Burner 
Laying A Smoke Sermon

As The Composer Close The Curtain
I Sit Back And Tell Myself 
That It Was All Worth It
Earth'll Morph An Ocean, 

Grown Surface
Matter Of Fact, 
F**k That, Don't Get Excited 
It's Just Another Motherf**king

Rap Song About Weed
So Sit Back, Shut The F**k Up, 
Roll Your Weed

Tell Your Older Sister 
Get The Money Ready
I Need A Half Ounce Later

I'm Running Out... Not Really, Though
It's Your Time, But It Ain't Your Time
Eat A Dick...

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