Ab-Soul

Bucket
(Never, never had fun, always had heart) (Always had drugs, I don't give a fuck) (Now I ride like a buck, ride, ride like a buck) (Never, never had fun) Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing I'm controllin' this system, you can either rock with them or Go to hell, my pineal gland been twitchin' Ever since Kells made the remix to "Ignition" My key in the ignition of my lil' Mitsubishi Had the eye in '95, but nobody was tryna reach me Wok and foul stanking, still smell the Cuba though Tape a dab to strap to my portable CD player JAY-Z playin', "Politics As Usual" I was fuckin' 'round with loops I ripped off BearShare Yeah Ayy, man Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing I say bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing Lottie was riding shotty debatin' about the livelihood of the African-American in America Hypocrisy and religion, feminism How television's degradin' our character Government corruption and the subtle stuff they cover up Gave me all this knowledge, but never gave up the butt Letras de cancionesI still kind of wish she gave up the butt Now we both defendin' the people, just in different ways You know, the more you honor somebody, the more you judge 'em I'm a public speaker hummin' out your speakers in public Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout nothing I say— Here we fucking go again with this fucking CD player Nigga, can you please go over to wherever y'all go Del Amo, Swap Meet or something Pull over real quick What? What you gon' do? Breathe on it with your hot-ass cigarette breathe, nigga? Get outta here, nigga Give it to me so I can fix it, I'll breathe on it Tell your mama you smoke them cigarettes She know, she look at them lips, she know That ain't because of that, though Alright, put it back in then Fix it then, now you fix it Why I got to fix everything? So I'll go ahead and do it This the problem, this the problem, Herb This is your problem, Herb Bang this in your bucket, don't worry 'bout— From Letras Mania