[Hook:] Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good... Dat sound good right there. [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah! I'm just a regular chillin' with thugs and legends, I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete, I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven. Somebody nudge the reverend, Tell him I'm sellin' a white girl like I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings. All of these hugs and kissy emojis killin' my foe, G, All of these soldiers killin' 'em for me, I told her I'ma chill, but still I'm a OG. Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady, I asked if she'd rather deal with adultery Or would she rather deal with my cold feet – That's a wild question. May the best man win, and may I be the best man that I can be Everywhere I'm at but my wedding. Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic ‘Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic. You're gonna die, damn it! I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio like I'm tryna say "homicide" in Spanish. My nigga Joell Ortiz said [Hook:] Dat sound good... Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right there. [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Check. I'm in tip-top condition, mm. Just gotta seek the passion. I'm in tip-top condition with a hustler's ambition, I'm sick of hip-pop, I should be in the damn kitchen Whippin' something potent for the chosen clientele, All the smoke that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell. But that's a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you, I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the soil, Toyin' with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dog, You know, it's backwards to go against God, dog. Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series, Steve Jobs died, now the world Siris. “I respect you” and that's serious as a heart attack, I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact, In fact, you gassed up like you're hard to match, Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains. I'm the leader of this game, old school or new, Old Soul, but my shoes is new. Yo, yo! Soul! Soul! [Hook:] Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right... Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right... Dat sound good right there. [Verse 3: Mac Miller] Yeah! A bunch of poison in my blood stream, Now it's gettin' ugly, I must be another junky. How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm goin' crazy, Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti. Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple, Take drugs, you high enough to juggle with some space shuttles, Your worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air Inhale, exhale. Dat sound good right there. Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial, man, Born an idea, was never a man, I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine, and Preemo, Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat, I'm spittin' on the face of Vevo. You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you, I ain't human, more a movement of illusions, Live from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em – boom! [Hook:] Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right... Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good right there. Dat sound good... Dat sound good right there.
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