Hollandaise [Album Version]

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Ab-Soul

Herbert Anthony Stevens IV (born February 23, 1987), better known by his stage name Ab-Soul, is an American hip hop recording artist from Carson, California currently signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and Interscope Records. Stevens is a member of hip hop supergroup Black Hippy along with fellow West Coast rappers and label mates Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar and ScHoolboy Q. more »

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(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance (ayy)
Same song, new dance, ho (man, look)

Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit
Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (yeah)
These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill
They ain't got no will, for real
I was ten and two on Central, tryna make my dream come true (I was)
Youngin' from Del Amo, tryna let y'all know just what we go through
I was back to back at the bastard shack for a pack of Blacks
Tank wasn't on F, as a matter of fact
It was half of half of that (that's fact)
Stopped goin' to church, like what it's all worth?
What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes?
If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, I'm drunk
Head restin' in the trunk, I was off that Jesus juice
Had the passion of Christ, I ain't need a Jesus piece (uh-uh)
Just needed the people to believe in me (yeah)
I ain't need a AP to put my city on the M-A-P (nah)
Was a fade away from bangin' the ECC
The OG told me, "Stick to slangin' them ABCs"

On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a f*ck
Got it in while the getting was good (same song, new dance)
Ooh (same song, new dance, ho)
On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a f*ck
Got it in while the getting was good (same song, new dance)
Ooh (same song, new dance, ho)

Get up off your ass, go and get some cash
Show 'em you mean business (yeah)
Go above and beyond, evolve, these niggas so primitive
Left the murder scene, ain't leave no witnesses (uh)
My name must be Abraham Lincoln, bitch, I'm innocent (yeah)
Life is too short, you should be gettin' it (yeah)
Wanna get in this gut, if you knew better, you would (uh)
Gotta go hard in the paint, gotta night ride
When they call it a day, all work no play
Crank up the ball and the chain
Dropped off on all you lames, y'all all in my way
Ayy, they been inflicted by this off top
On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensive (yeah)
We knock 'em out like mama say, raisin' all of the stakes (uh)
To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (yeah)

On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a f*ck
Got it in while the getting was good (same song, new dance)
Ooh (same song, new dance, ho)
On the block, they done locked up
Locked in, I ain't give a f*ck
Got it in while the getting was good (same song, new dance)
Ooh (same song, new dance, ho)

Yeah, ho (wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho (wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance (hold up)

I already told ya that I was conceived in Korea 
By Herbert The Third and Lacresha
It's no coincidence that I would grow up and blow up
You know that the flow is nuclear 
Since the moment of birth I was chosen
My soul had a glow that was blinding them all
The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark
The gift and the curse, the right is wrong
See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross
Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse
Memorizing Kriss Kross songs and performing them, that was the origin
Couldn't come up with a stage name so he gave me his
Snap G, word to Tribute T
Later I teamed up with Capital 3, El Capitan and Capital C
Might've sold you a white tee down at Magic Disk
That's where I was raised, had a crib in it, bitch, I lived in it
'Fore we burned 'em all, compact disks
Heat pop, yeah, we stuffin' mixtapes, tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid
Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat, grandma made me lay in this bed
Then it was Black Planet freestyle chat on a compact tryna get it
AOL free trials on dial up, millennials won't get it
Battle moments, grim reapers, A5 stay live
I'll never forget it, Meta sorta had me on aim, teaching me how to flip it
Still got a cousin in Compton that was making beats
Creating waves with the sound
I took it as a sign, got my book of rhymes 
Grabbed the mic and never put it down
Soon as he hit record, I transformed 
I was now a God in man form
I'm no longer me but much more
Close my eyes and I swear to God 
I see fans in the stands demand an encore
Standing up with they hands up
Henceforth, I stole the show (yo)
The moment I open my eyes I committed
Pun intended I was sold

Wait for it
Soul

My nigga, Herb O'Reily, haha

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