Letra de 'Showin' Love' de Ab-Soul

[Intro]
For all my niggas doin' drugs, fuckin' hoes and showin love

[Verse 1]
Pants still saggin' to the floor
Saggin' through your turf like I own this fuckin' earth
That's on my fuckin' life, I'm just livin' fuckin' life
This ain't House Party 5 but what's poppin' for tonight
I got a 'lil more dough to spend
Let's rest in peace up on the LB like Nate did
Y'all ain't smokin' y'all jokin'
Nugs big as Chuckie Cheese tokens and I'm tokin'
Bum house on Skid Row ain't this potent
Holy shit, I'm God-Sent, admire my skit
Cállate la boca in the presence of the most high (power)
Most high (power), Most high (power)
Yea you heard me right
True achiever, new Adidas still tryna earn my stripes

[Hook x2]
For all my niggas doin' drugs
Fuckin' hoes and showin love
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit

[Verse 2]
It's easy to assume we doin' decent, true indeed
I'm not from here, I'm of Heaven descent
And you'd agree, as sure as one and two is three
You'd have this music down to a tee if you was me
It's 36 O's in a key
It's only one in Ab-Soul, still open doors
Don't forget the dash, I might leave you with a gash
I ain't doin' no more shows unless I'm gettin' cash
Phillies full of hash, city on my back nigga
Fucked around and put Del Amo on the map
Carson, Californication no travel agent
But every day's a vacation and mothafuckas hate it
I flew in, but I ain't complanin'
And everyday I'm rainin' got the most precipitation
Soulo, Top Dawg Administration
Top Notch, Crock Pot Hot, where's your apron
Stop, watch, grab a stop watch, apply patience
And watch us pop across the population

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run this shit
Go and tell em Soul told em, lick a scrotum suck a dick
Down for what I'm up against, clownin' when you see me stylin'
Jokin', smilin', scoped your poker face through these black shades
(Smokin' on hay) in the middle of the barn
At least I think so I can't quite remember where we are
All I see is stars nigga, All I see is stars
I don't know if I'm on the red carpet or on Mars
Shout out to my bitches givin' it up on the first date, Between 21 & 38 (Great)

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4]
Motherfuck the government, democrats, republicans
Can shove it up, where they take a shit, we in this bitch
In a sense, I'm militant with a trigger finger itch
Cause I'm always killing it, you see this shit in my cerebral I invent
It should be illegal, I admit, surrender quick
I wanna see hands and white flags no matter if you teach
Eighth grade and you move weight like a gastric bypass
Get a good look at my ass before you kiss it, sons of bitches
?, we gon' be here for a minute
HiiiPower, pissing on the Declaration
Of Independence and you can bet my John Hancock
The biggest fuck a proposition, 'less it's in my best, in the west
Kissing ratchets in the mouth, ? short dresses
Don't be so upset, show some love when you see a thug
Getting pita bread, I put the nina to your head
You know what I said
Soul