Abu Ghraib - One Dae/Sean Price
Ah one two one two
Yeah yeah yeah yeah now you see
You wanna know where I'm from son follow my lead
As a matter of fact just follow my w**d
My pop is the white stop the polo creed
Now I'm doing the same thing Abu Ghraib
MCs may have stopped strip down to dress
Get exposed when I flow chain down to walls yalls
Just say nothing like they
Doing all wrong while I do it the wrong way
We're speaking in a matter of terms
See it in my mind's eye I burn **** herbs
I'm an analyst some say an evangelist
One day I'm knocked from the bay of Los Angeles
I'm from the K got that Shawty wanna pull sh*t
Trying not to hate
But all these younglings are some bullshit
Even got the nerve to call themselves soldiers
Lighter smoke snap feel strike a few poses
Oh It go bla bla bla
Rappers full of sh*t they ain't got enough balls
What's up hoe
You'll really want to spark
You have a strong feeling you
We are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the sh*t aha
Got your man tied up we're about to flip
The true verse I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain the cool
Listen more militant bar for bar billion
Pasiza bar this and large cigars of the alien sh*t
Sean killing sh*t weapon of the mass blast
Consumers might cop but I know that your a** trash
I don't do songs for grass parse
I do songs with whack a** rappers for fat stash
Oh now I'm in the black hawk
No job whole vibes
Trouble is the bad lost
More style is the baddest I floss fabric
In doing savage acts of violence to wile bastards
In the street you're out sweet cupcakes balls balls
Extra corn
I'm an artist watch out fattest can't get drawn pid
Uh delicately preaching
We ain't related
So f**k on that relatively speaking motherf**ker
It go bla bla bla
Rappers full of sh*t they ain't got enough balls
What's up hoe
You'll really want to spark now
You have a strong feeling you
We are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the sh*t aha
Got your man tied up we're about to flip
The true verse I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain the pain
I wasn't done yet son move at sunset
All my artillery is summed up in one take
Don't act like this rip don't hurt
Rain drow not from the flow from the works
I ain't got enough air
Every mic inside I'mma make you disappear gone
They're like wait
I don't know if they may be saying
After all I just got in on the crazy
Wretches been blusterous this rap is rappers spit
So after I rap you shouldn't rap after this old
Heself hands is back to back coupons bast
Stuff to get odd
F**k us standing my life f**k if you star come to
One two flow when the guns do blow
Plus I keep this sh*t out of you Kung Fu Joe pie
It go bla bla bla
Rappers full of sh*t they ain't got enough balls
What's up hoe
You'll really want to spark
You have a strong feeling you
We are no longer who we are
Dead serious about the sh*t aha
Got your man tied up we're about to flip
The true verse I guess you should get used to the brain
I guess you should get used to the pain
The pain the pain
