เนื้อเพลง Dub Sac - Ab-Soul

[Hook:]
I had a Dub Sack in my bucket
Rolling around like "f*ck it"
Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like "f*ck it"
OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like "f*ck it"
Rolling around like "f*ck it", rolling around like "f*ck it"

[Verse 1:]
That sh*t weak, your b*tch weak that's too bad, my b*tch bad
Smoke weed, I got plenty, take your quarter back like McNabb
Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter now I got a quinceanera
Ever had a chick to do it on the d*ck to capoeira
Kick game like Martial Arts kick game like Marshall Law
On Tekken the homies got weapons Martial Law could happen any second
Getting money, blowing digits only sexing sexy women
Only sexin' sexy women only sex is sexy women
That like to do them nasty things you know I like them nasty things
Can't f*ck with them whips and chains I got a b*tch that do, but I ain't got no gavel
Baby wanna know what's under my belt maybe cause I paid so much for the belt
Call the car service, get your ass home, but just yesterday me and Agent J

[Hook]

[Post-Hook:]
What's happenin'? [x8]
OZ in this Benzo
OZ in this Benzo
Just a lil' Carson, n*gga [x8]

[Verse 2:]
You're so weak, you don't know me
Soulo so lowkey in Lord, legends, infinity
Oh God showed off inventing me
Me and K with the promoter
Drop the fo' up in the soder
I'm unraveling backwoods
And he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya
Whats happening?
I've been gone too long, but b*tch I'm back again
Except this time I'm old
Had that Chevy celebrity the same age as me
With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15
I mean

[Hook]

[Post-Hook]

[Verse 3:]
You still weak, you last week
I'm next month, twist the next blunt
The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts
Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up
N*gga, don't get sh*t misconstrued
We gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff
Getting women in the mood
We tell the truth up in the nude
Breaking news, breaking news
I'm enlightening like Pikachu
All I do is what you wouldn't think to do
Silk, don't you remember that [?]
South Pole Jeans, fat laces in all our shoes
A n*gga turned into an oracle
Treat the damn booth like a urinal
Smoking a stogie in a terminal
I had a dub sack in my bucket
Rolling around like "f*ck it"
Paul Jeremy, Doe and me trying to match a nugget
Pass the blunt to BC, AR, and AJ
King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me
I had a dub sack in my bucket
Capital C

[Ab-Soul & A-Mack:]
I just might be in yo hood
(F*ck outta here man, you dumb ass n*ggas!
You n*ggas are silly out here tryin' to look cute and sh*t man)
I just might be in yo hood
(Quit playing. This is serious bruh, n*ggas wanna come talk to me about all this dumb sh*t; a n*gga ain't tryna hear that man
I'ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my n*gga)
This sh*ts over here from the grass... [?]
I just might be in yo hood
(We gon' handle it, how handle it my n*gga straight like that, bruh)
(Eh n*ggas out here look silly, my n*gga
Like bruh, if you don't know me look at my f*cking Twitter, my n*gga)
I just might be in yo hood
(It's your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla, slapping n*ggas and b*tches for fun, straight like that)

[Verse 4 - Punch:]
N*ggas chased my uncle there, through God's grace the gun jammed
I found comfort in this pleasure, meaning I slept the best through gun sounds
These Days it's a little different, between me and my past I put a little distance
Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious
Started as a dream, manifested into little Kendrick
Now everybody feel it, even n*ggas who didn't know, they try to forget it!
Selective Amnesia, that's an Oxymoron, These Days
N*ggas ask about pressure I grew up watching free base
Literally the face of my hood...
So basically I beat the case
I vanished but left a trace, just in-case a n*gga gotta go back
Yeah, it's not for games if I say that

[Hook - Ab-Soul & SZA:]
I just might be in yo hood
I just might be in yo hood
I just might be in yo hood
I just might be in yo hood