Bucket

Ab-Soul

Bang this in your bucket
Don't worry 'bout nothing

I'm controlling 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 little Mitsubishi
Had the eye in '95, but nobody was tryna reach me
Wok and foul stanking, still smell the Cuba though
Tape it up to strap to my portable CD player
Jay-z playing, Politics as Usual
I was fuckin' 'round with loops I ripped off BearShare

Yeah, ay, man
Bang this in your bucket
Don't worry 'bout nothing
Yeah
I say bang this in your bucket
Don't worry bout nothing

Lottie was riding shotty debating about the livelihood
Of the African-American in America
Hypocrisy and religion, feminism
How television's degrading our character
Government corruption and the subtle stuff they cover up
Gave me all this knowledge but never gave up the butt
I still kind of wish she gave up the butt
Now we both defending the people just in different ways
You know the more you're honor somebody, the more you judge 'em
I'm a public speaker humming 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 swapmeet, 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
Don't tell your mama I been smoking cigarettes

She know, she look at them lips, she know
That, that ain't because of that, though
Alright, you gotta, put it back, put it back in then
Fix it then, now you fix it
Well, I gotta 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

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