Picture That (feat. Javonte) - Ab-Soul

Hey, I can't see Why people look at me And only see the color of my face Oh, yeah And then there's those That try to help, God knows But always have to put me in my place But I won't ask you to be color blind 'Cause if you pick the fruit Then girl, you're sure to find... The blacker the berry The sweeter the juice I could say it ain't so But darlin', what's the use? The darker the chocolate The richer the taste And that's where it's at... Now, baby, run and tell that! (Run and tell that!) Oh, sugar Run and tell that! (Run and tell that!) Hey, yeah I can't see Why people disagree Each time I tell them what I know is true No, no If you could See the world I'm from I bet your heart is gonna feel it too Yeah Now, I could lie But baby, let's be bold Vanilla can be nice But if the truth be told... The blacker the berry The sweeter the juice I could say it ain't so But darlin', what's the use The darker the chocolate The richer the taste And that's where it's at, woah... (woah!) Baby, baby run and tell that! (Run and tell that!) Oh, sugar Go run and tell that! (Run and tell that!) Keep-keep-keep goin' Go run and tell that! (Go run and tell that!) Hey, yea-yea-yeah Go tell, go tell (Run and tell that!) Keep moving, baby, run and tell that! Come here, girl This is my sister, Li'l Inez Oh, I know Tracy Turnblad Good for you girl, you got on the show! Oh, you better be next! You got that right! Oh, you know she is! You better show 'em, girl! I'm tired of coverin' up all my pride (So give me five on the black-hand side) I've got a new way of movin' And I got my own voice (So how can I help but to shout and rejoice) Oh, the people 'round here Can barely pay their rent They're try'n to make a dollar Out 'a fifteen cent But we got a spirit Money just can't buy It's deep as a river It soars to the sky, to the sky! Oh, I can't see The reason it can't be The kinda world where we all get our chance Oh, yeah (The time is now) So we can show them how to Just turn the music up and let's all dance Yeah, yeah 'Cause all things are equal When it comes to love Well, that ain't quite true 'Cause when a push comes to shove... The blacker the berry The sweeter the juice I could say it ain't so But darlin', what's the use The darker the chocolate The richer the taste And that's where it's at... Now baby, baby, baby run and tell that! (Run and tell that!) Run and tell that! Oh, babe (Run and tell that!) Go run and tell that! Keep-keep-keep going girl, go run and tell that!

(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) 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 goin' to church, like, "What it's all worth?" What would Jesus do if he was in these shoes? If Johnny pull up, I'm fucked, 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 slingin' them ABCs" (Yeah) On the block, they done locked 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 locked up Locked in, I ain't give a fuck (Yeah) Got it in while the getting was good (Same song, new dance) Ooh (Same song, new dance, ho) 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 (Ugh) My name must be "Abraham— Lincoln," bitch, I'm innocent (Yeah, yeah) Ugh, life's too short, you should be gettin' it, ugh (Yeah) While the getting is good, if you knew better, you would (Ugh) 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 (Ugh) To win this shit, I, I been addicted, I need hollandaise (Yeah) On the block, they done locked 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 locked 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, 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 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! My nigga Herb O'Riley, haha!