A.S.S. (feat. LoRd Lu C N & Anna Wise)

Yeah, ayy LoRd Lu C N

There's time's way back man

When we used to smoke kush and just chill man

In the Cadillac Seville man

Just thinkin' about the cosmos man

You know astrology is where the knowledge be, you know?

Ayy, my 8-track stay slap

Way before I had a Cadillac with hub caps

Way before a nigga ever rocked a wave cap

Way before a nigga ever had to stay strapped

'Cause these niggas still tripping, Cadillac's dipping

Still pistol gripping, foes still tip in

Got hoes in the hotel just like the Tipton

Making money off of square niggas that's attempting

To get in the box but they watching out for cops

Yo I hear the sirens, shh, stop!

Whoa, still, my 8-track still slaps

Runnin' through the city like a goddamn Mac

Kaleidoscope colors in a brand new lac

My goons in the back do not wear all black

They wear white suits, it's time for me to shoot

It's time that I get my bullets in time to recoup

Regroup, I go back to the club with my troops

With a bad bitch that's on my side lookin' like hoops

Who, I'm in the club, who, rollin' a dub, who?

Who got the flavor lookin' like flavor of love, who?

Who got the model? Who, who got the bottle? Who?

Who got the truth that's looking and willing to follow, who?

It's Zeltron the hell spawn, you know this, uh

It seems that I'm flying like lotus, uh

I'm fly like a bird catching locusts, uh

My 8-track stays on Black Moses, yeah

Way before wavy

Yeah, you know the Isaac Hayes shit

Way before wavy (leggo)

My 8-track still slaps

Way before a nigga ever had to write raps

Way before a nigga ever had to peel caps

Way before a nigga ever let the guns

Way before, way before, way before wavy

Way before '84, '94 baby

Way before many more you were born maybe

Way before, way before O.J was crazy

Driving Miss Daisy but I'm driving the Cadillac

Two girls in the lac, hair braided to the back

Sipping on some Similac, telling me to just relax

One is kissing on my neck, the others on my nutsack

She hide the dick, so where my nuts at?

So deep inside, like where her guts at?

Like Obi-Wan I had to cut that

I bust my nut and then I cut back

Drop them off, now it's back to the mission

Let me show you how we do it, High Definition

Let the money talk, what the quarter said

Chilling in my water bed

Thinking 'bout the money, how to make the bread

For instance, a lucrative business

These niggas took the spot now I'm back with a vengeance

Then I pay off the cops, putting stacks in they pension

Look at the newspaper it's not even worth mentioning

The tabloid, I'm back boy

The 8-track slaps in my lac boy

Way before wavy

Calm yourself

That'll make you move

Way before wavy

Way before wavy

Calm yourself

Way before wavy

Way before wavy