Lyrics

Oh yeah, Blood of Abraham bout to swing that swanky stuff. So uh, check it out 3, 2, 1 Cause I got the gift of gab See what I have to say You're feedin' in the spokes And the blood's gonna spray So lay down your worrying head I came in contact with your gal And this is what she said: Boom, boom, daddy, daddy I know you wanna have me My man ain't livin' swanky When he do the hanky panky So uh, what you want me to do, honey Bunch us and I'll take you out to dinner And I'll beat him to the punch! Contact! So check out how you livin', hon Contact! The good stuff I ain't givin' up to you Cause the last time I did It wasn't true to you and him Don't get me wrong, this ain't a love son Gotta get back to the basics Talkin' bout right round square one Just a baseline and a snare drum Every time I think about the damage I can do I'm greeted with affection Then I'm treated like a stepchild Running wild with a pair of facts That's what you lack 3, 2, 1, Contact! 3 - cause I want a free contact 2 - cause I want a free contact 1 - cause I want a free contact 3... 2... 1... 3, 2, 1, Contact Livin' this high I'm drivin' When I wanna get a point across I cover ground like Pete Mawes Up and down the spine of a swine Livin' like a lab rat Stackin' on nothin' but a fat track (Come on again!) When I come correct, like I'm alive Then I focus, focus, focus It's like magic when I smoke this J But you can't cheat, so won't you quit? Come on, Mazik, and take a little of... If I hear this shit one more time I'm gonna have a fit Every mornin' when I wake up and go downstairs You're one of my adrenals Holdin' booties down me Like a daily routine Do you want some? Do you want some? I don't want none Contact high Is what I'm gettin' at For the simple fact that Irving's superb to me Can't you see it ain't no joke to choke on smoke? I got a cheap piece Without a toke and a pipe Alright, enough said No respect goes to the natty dread And the pothead Because I know you're fed With all my bullshit So here's a sack 3 - cause I want a free contact 2 - cause I want a free contact 1 - cause I want a free contact 3... 2... 1... (x2) When the saints go marchin' out You know what I'm talkin' about There ain't no idol in my Bible Never kept to doin' a recital Call it American Tales, fuck Bible I'm just your guide A big ol' piss book in your side So what? Slide, slide Slippery slide Just forget all that dish It's just the lakeside Gotta make a pathway Clearin' all the weeds away Consider me the weed puffer I make a great stockin' stuffer Out of you and your crew I never rock a tattoo And if I do, then let it be No nothing better, let it be Showin' all my armor's a crest Above the torso and chest Just to impress? Never! For comfort? Clever! So how come every time When I can't think of a rhyme I look up into the sky Then I ask the question: why? ..it makes you get them? All the homies wanna try and get some Cause I'm sweeting on epic track... (...cause I want a free contact...) 3 - cause I want a free contact 2 - cause I want a free contact 1 - cause I want a free contact 3... 2... 1... (x2) Cause I want a free contact