Stix & Stones - B-Real, Ab-Soul

See the meteoric rise, see we going for a ride

Yeah we never looking back, we keep our eye on the prize

Like the harvest, cut you down to size

Put the dab on the nail, dry 'em out, give 'em California highs

Need a dose?

I can give it too ya, load you up on jet fuel

Fly you fuckin' outta here, fuckin' with your mental

See it’s on, when it’s on and it’s on in ninety-forty packs in the trunk

Po-po flow behind me

I don’t care, I’m the doctor, I’m silk like the shocker

Got the bitches smoking hard, baked out like Betty Crocker

Put my foot in your ass like I stored it in the foot locker

Rep my fucking city like the vest with the bottom rocker

(Chorus/Hook — Ab-Soul & B-Real)

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words can never harm me (Keep talking)

No sticks no seeds up in my weed

The prettiest penny what it cost me (Blaze it up)

I hope you got a couple iron lungs in yo' chest because (This right here is not

a test)

I told you (This right here is not a test)

I told you (This right here is not a test)

(Verse 2 — Ab-Soul)

Everywhere I go I’m smokin' dope

Is my name So-High or is it Soulo?

When you on top of the game they want you to throw 'em rope

You get hung tryna hang out

I’m Willie Lynch in reverse

You show boat but should’ve bought a yacht first

When the loud around you in the death row, like a Pac verse

Ya heard me?

What the business is?

My niggas curry chicken in the coup like Carribeans

Angel wings on a villains back

That’s how I rap

And when I travel I never pack without the pack

Hit Dr. Greenthumb to schedule an appointment

He told me smoke two zips and call him in the morning

(Chorus/Hook — Ab-Soul & B-Real)

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words can never harm me (Keep talking)

No sticks no seeds up in my weed

The prettiest penny what it cost me (Blaze it up)

I hope you got a couple iron lungs in yo' chest because (This right here is not

a test)

I told you (This right here is not a test)

I told you (This right here is not a test)

(Verse 3 — B-Real)

Listen to Mike, do a hundred dabs

Get the nail hot, bitch got the finest slabs

Throw your flowers in the air, it’s up for grabs

Now your face is gettin' tighter, I’m cuttin' shit with dabs

We get 'em high like the holy ghost

Batman smokin' kush, thinkin' holy smokes

Got you faded out while your homies joke

Give you the prescription, hit the loud while your homies choke

Hey yo Ab, keep the engine running

Lace around the weed like its the Vikings and the Indians comin'

Funky feels on the tip, come on hit it

Takin' out your suckers, and you don’t know how I did it

Throw me out a window cause I’m real stoned

David slew Goliath when he threw me at his fuckin' dome (owch)

Brick top, you get mopped tonight and guarantee

No one’s gonna say a thing, hear a pin drop

(Chorus/Hook — Ab-Soul & B-Real)

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words can never harm me (Keep talking)

No sticks no seeds up in my weed

The prettiest penny what it cost me (Blaze it up)

I hope you got a couple iron lungs in yo' chest because (This right here is not

a test)

I told you (This right here is not a test)

I told you (This right here is not a test)