The Recipe ( by A$AP Looney,A$AP Doggers,A$AP Vvnya )
[Sample] Smoking weed with you Cause you taught me to
[Intro] Fuck Black hippy nigga, I invented the recipe
[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] It's a beautiful day I guess For a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess Pretty Chick let me see them breast E.T. OG from the weed clinic (Soulo) Solo but I'm never alone (Thats Right) I stay high and I'm powerful (Soulo) Westside (easy call) I got three eyes man I see yall All I do is kill shit ICU Party with a few girls at USC It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off I'm getting topped off, Top Dawg Women, weed, and weather what more can I say To live and die in La Spend a week on Venice beach I'm 2Pac and Biggie Smalls
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] Every morning nigga I get blazed, aye Women, weed, and weather nigga if you bored come and join the wave, aye Girl what is your name cause I'm feeling your frame, can I see what you bout, uh A little something in your rear, little something in your mouth, little something on your couch, uh Know what I'm talking about, Bring the coffin out Cause I killed it, I done drilled it She said she like it from the back like a real bitch, uh She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried Yo I can't reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes But when you got the recipe its no surprise Bad hoes panties get left behind, I want your behind
[Hook] You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and weather For the women, weed and weather (From all around the world for the) women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Don't it sound clever, come and play What more can I say? Welcome to LA
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him Some, three W's only for a three day run, bitch Take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no.. nun, shit I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control Let it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am old You want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts She in the coupe, she in the Neon cause she on the BS before we can start Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, let 'em know the priority order me Hennessy and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees Boy he's on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they mark Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice No way hell no, uh uh, if I’m wrong I don't wanna be right We want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts Women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault That it's 82 degrees and my top peeled off
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[Verse 4: Jay Rock] Jay Rock got the recipe, Fly hoes wanna roll I guess (I guess) Everybody know I got that Yola Ask Keisha she'll confess I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she ain't got on no make up, uh Medicated, please my nigga no telling where the high gonna take us, uh Three w's, I'm at the w, She got double D's bout to bring trouble through OG, Hennessy get their panties wet, I'm trying to dive in the swimming pool Left Stroke, right Stroke, whats the best stroke That stroke can smoke all down her throat And we blows all kinds of dro Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga