[lyrics]Ab-Soul – Hollandaise

 lyrics of  Hollandaise by Ab-Soul

[Intro]

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, wait a minute)

[Verse 1]

Get up off my dick, let me talk my shit

Let me show 'em how I feel, for real (Real)

These niggas ain't ill, they ain't got no skill

They ain't got no will, for real (Uh-uh)

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 (Uh-huh)

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 going to church like, "What it's all worth?"

What would Jesus do if Hе was in these shoes?

If Johnny pull up, I'm fuckеd, I'm drunk

Had Rossi 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 banging the ECC

The OG told me, "Stick to slinging them A-B-Cs" (Yeah)

[Chorus]

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho, yeah)

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)

[Verse 2]

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, yeah)

Uh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, uh (Yeah)

While the getting is good, 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 afflicted by this, off top

On top of the injured list, sit 'em in intensives (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)

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[Chorus]

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)

On the block, they done lucked up

Locked in, I ain't give a fuck

Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance)

Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho)

[Outro]

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, ho

[Part 2]

[Verse]

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 the wrong

See 'fore I knew I would carry the cross

Me and Dion had our clothes in reverse

Memorizing Kris 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 Tricky 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 discs

G-pops had me stuffing mixtapes

Tryna hit a lick, almost did a bid

Steak on a plate, know I gotta eat

Grandma made a name this big

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 mongers, grim reapers, A5 stay live, I'll never forget it

Metasota 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 was 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!

[Outro]

My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!