The Feast

Lyrics

[Spoken Word: Rodney O] This Rod O in stereo, that ol' school fool From Philadelphia, PA That's a hook you can cook, bitch A.B. Aboriginal Always all that Always black [Intro: Briggs, Trials & King T] It's a cool Saturday night Drive around, leanin' on the passenger's side You're not feelin' these sounds, you can get the fuck out (Get the fuck out) Sorry, I'm nice, but I'm never polite [Verse 1: Briggs] Roll with two T's like I'm Malcolm Little Don't know what your dad does: Malcolm in the Middle I made a phone call to Scuba Steve (Steve, what up?) And he let me know he gonna hook up whatever Trigga needs (A'ight) King T, couldn't get a bigger G Swiggin' Alkaholik and Trigga got a bigger tree If they ain't high, you could've fooled me Stogie on the dash and the purp on the front seat (Lean) That's the shotgun, 'fraid not, son And you can't sit there if you ain't got one (Click-clack) If you want some, get some, bad enough, take some (Oh, no?) Then get the fuck out the way, cuz [Chorus: Briggs, Trials & King T] You know we eating, you know we eating You know we eating, we feasting You know we eating, you know we eating You know we eating, we feasting We stay eating, you stay starving You stay mad while we stay laughing Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha [Pre-Verse Ad-Libs: King T] My nigga Trials (Yeah), Briggs (Yeah) What's happening? Aboriginal It's the Likwit, check it [Verse 2: King T] It's another West Coast swig and I'm pulling up with Briggs With no more fucks to give I'm a hub city nightmare, right there Standing with the Likwit Locked in with Aboriginal, they the business I'm so solid, I eliminate frolics Call it what you call it, it's the gangsta Alkaholik Trust that ol' green, kush, no seeds A different type of cloth I'm cut, that ol' creed Man, these ho's ain't knowin' I'ma show 'em King still trifling, Likwit still flowing Blowing on nothing but the best, fuck stress Show you how to rock it from Australia to the West Turn down for what? A nigga'll sleep when he rest in peace In other words, deceased Until that part, I'ma just beast And kick back with Trials and Briggs and just feast [Chorus: Briggs, Trials & King T] You know we eating, you know we eating You know we eating, we feasting You know we eating, you know we eating You know we eating, we feasting We stay eating, you stay starving You stay mad while we stay laughing Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha [Verse 3: Trials & King T] Well, it's a hot, hot Sunday, blowing hydro in the breeze Never wore a watch 'cause I got nowhere to be With a scuba tank, hooked it up directly to the Hoobastank Hooked up by Scuba Steve, rolling with that super dank Dabbled in the dab So fuckin' sticky couldn't pack it in a bag (Let that bitch breathe) Then I'm in it till it's finished, snap like a mouse trap If I don't get it, then I'm bench-pressing house cats (Aboriginal) Handle the difference The illest black villain since Lando Calrissian And hand over fist, I break bricks with my paws Roll the weed at warp speed while I listen to the sword Keep bouncing, magician with the marijuana Dropped the bomb in megaton, dutching out my power armour With my squad large, leaping over cop cars Inside a hydroponic shop to put a pot plant inside a pot plant And feast [Outro: Briggs, Trials & King T] When we connect, you know we eat Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T Fix a plate and take your seat Grab a drink and join the feast When we connect, you know we eat Daz, Trials, Briggs, King T Fix a plate and take your seat Grab a drink and join the feast Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha Ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha