[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Yo, I'm started up. Let's go
Dippin' through your solar system
Hopefully steal your heart, you be the victim
No I wouldn't share
Hey, I did the crime, now close your eyes
Let me ease your mind, I won't steer you blind
Came right on time, just keep behind
Let me guide the way, It's your lucky day
Let's fornicate, play the way that grown ups play
Teach you how to drive a stick baby girl it'll be okay
First gear, second gear, third gear, hell yeah
Panties droppin' I can treat her proper
Puff my pass in your? let me be your doctor
I can please you right, let me give you live
Little CPR, Can I use your car?
Metal to the floor, see you drive me hard
You's a superstar let me be your bodyguard
Wetter than tsunami, lord, Let me dive in
Through your tidal wave
Now be amazed
[Hook: ScHoolboy Q & Jhene Aiko]
Scorpio, sex drive
Gemini, sex drive (Pisces)
Sex drive (Virgo)
Sex drive (Aquarius)
Sex drive (Saggitarius)
Let me be your sex drive
Satisfaction fills me up inside
Can you turn me on?
Be my sex right only if your sex is right
Can you cut me on?
[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
As the world spins, we gain power
You stay on wet, you a stormy shower
Mind fuck you girl, undress you we can fuck for hours
Day and night, no rubbers we love this, no covers
Freak you with my tongue, you also go down where I'm hung
Open up, a chapter begun, we can build like a factory hun
? sits right on the sun
Solar eclipse as soon as I cum, soon as we cum
We cruise, you done won my heart over, how can we lose
From a fantasy to real life, you I choose
Came a long way from fuckin' friends we was due
Just me and you, ooh, just me and you
Never scared of commitment, see you my boo
We can get ghost, get lost, and the bond is true
Flying through the city, clouds,?
Saying vows, fuck around and have a child
Repeat Hook
[Bridge: Jhene] x2
Break me down and build me up again
Love me 'til the sun comes up and then
I feel like a phenomenon
Like I'm who these people idolize
And I won't let nothing get in my way
It ain't a thing, we do this all the time
Got another one, twist another one, off that indo
That's my medicine, need a bigger lung
Fame going to my head, call it wisdom
Now I need racks, yeah, Wimbledon
This chewing gum, always hold ya tongue
Never spit it out, we finna miss like cobras huh
We soldiers huh, you noticed them
As the tales money flip, until the quota's done
Yeah, until my single come, be the Devil's son
Devil's work, getting work, Hallelujah
Hope the Lord alerts, do a soul search
Understand my heart's good, but my daughter's first
Black episode, my down time, needed church
Precious life what my style is worth
Won't gain, let my shit assert
Move on!
We do this all the time
We do this all the time
We do this all the time
All the time
And I'm still up, never gave a damn, never gave a fuck
All my real niggas, we gon' stay in touch
Even out of range, nigga do your thang
You know where I'm at, just holla back
Where that cash at? Nigga flashback
Nigga sixteen? A dope sack
A sixteen? Stretch that
Double that, yeah, flip that
Big steps, work hard
Big yards, slanging footballs
Have 'em running back, receivers serving corners
It's taken by the pushers, burners eyes and lookers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now see we gotta make it
We ain't trying to brick, unless we cop a brick
Accompanied by the razors, you know the shit
I make it easy, ain't this bout a bitch?
Move on!
We do this all the time
We do this all the time
We do this all the time
All the time
Said I can't lose, nigga gotta win
Future looking bright, Thomas Edison
Here we go again
Music always kept me calm, nigga ritalin
Always got it done, you a middleman
Contraband, yo we get it in
You are inelegant, my niggas looking militant
Dope boys, what you know about it?
You should slow about it
A nigga sky high, boy, fuck a pilot
Microwave it fast boy, fuck a pilot
Yeah, hold it silence, keep your mouth closed
The game is to be sold not to be told, you like a ho
Matter like a auction, gave it to the best bidder
Lucky I didn't rob you, why your ass bitter?
I'm that nigga, better ask nigga
You was a phase, I outlast niggas
Move on!
We do this all the time
We do this all the time
We do this all the time
[Verse 1]
Gunpowder on my fingertips
Cocaine under my fingernails
Look, mama, what Schoolboy brought to Show & Tell
Ain't got no vest, protected by these shells
Kill or be killed, lift up souls, we raising Hell
Ungh – two for his back bring failure to his lungs
Knock-knock-knock-knock your Velvet Rum
Might burn your heart, this pistol'll fill your tum'
Ungh... ungh... dope dealer, dope nigga
Got the stash in the rental takin' blunts to the mental
Fuck y'all, go get 'em – bang 'em all
Ball and ball, money tall, park the Saab, I want it all
I want that crib and I want that yard
I want that broad and I want that car
I'll pull your card for frontin' like you hard
You be in deep shit from this pistol...
His heart racing, my heart's not
Shift his top, hold that thought
Wave my flag, bitch stop
You forgot, I hit 'em up... yeah
[Hook]
Ungh... boy, I hit 'em up...
Ungh, motherfucker, I hit 'em up...
Ungh... I say, nigga, I hit 'em up..
[Verse 2]
They come to me to learn shit they can't learn in church
Like get him 'fore he get you first
Jump out with J-O-B, 'bout to put in work (work... yeah)
Have a seat, this bullet rip your shirt
Ain't nothing sweet, you'll see a star burst
I keep orange laces in my Converse
Off house arrest, now hear this converse
I keep my pistol on my hip, usually that rubber grip
Don't have a half a clue, them boxes for hollow tips
I've got more Oxy than a pharmacy
Also, I keep action clips, when I move E
Yeah, I swear to God won't find a nigga like him
I greet 'em, pop 'em, then I As-salamu alaykum 'em
Heaven or Hell your only ultimatum
Hit a pussy through his lip ring, my niggas murder
No attempting – got blasted
'Nother dropped on his ass, placed up in that body bag
Toe tag, I hit 'em up!
[Intro:]
Nigga ain't got no concept to this shit
So I was just on some crazy shit like...
Yeah~!
[Chorus:]
Bad bitch - long hair, skin pretty, curvy ass
Flat stomach - double D's, please be the berkin bag
Designer heels - her man's pants how you fit in that?
(Hehehehe, yeah you feel me right? Heh)
Look at me - Ray-Bans, I ain't tryin to see you fags
Jean jacket - different colored pants, I ain't tryin to match
Smooth watch - tag and see my ass pop the thirty tag
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Okay I'm "energized", say my tunes turn her on
This ain't "Enterprise" but kick it boo, let's bring it on
I'm hella high, back to back I smoke alone
Unless my nigga Soul around then fuck it cause let's blow a zone
Now carry on, assume you niggaz need a loan
Quit it with the textin cause and go and make a song
My foreign ho, bitch call me a maricon
Always rockin shit I never seen or I never known
Name grown, overseas fitted
Sergio Tacchini shirt, real Grippa slippers
Y.S.L., see the logo on my zipper
Broad servin me she goin down, yeah I had to tip her
Uhh, a-ten-hut!
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
#HiiPoWeR bitch! Let 'em know the players here
I said #HiiPoWeR bitch! Gimme gangster of the year
This for my holmes on Figg and homies on the tier
Always keep this shit groovy nigga not sheds a tear
Black gat, black whip, no tags on it
Face tats cause for sure gon' throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap, nigga motherfuck the cops
DEA and all the feds gon' be my murder plot
Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions
Uhh; now my weed habit always funded
And these college broads be fuckin do whatever have 'em flunkin
Uhh, a-ten-hut! Yeah
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Bitch say she like my songs, so I do her
She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler
Young ass entrepreneur
In the 40/40 club, trippin like I ain't from Hoover
No bottles, no tables, I just wanna fuck
You you you and you, yeah they know whassup~!
Only one at a time, baby slow it down
Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds
She doin all the things you say she say do
Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue
Stickin to the script like motherfuckin glue
Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou~!
Ohh, a-ten-hut!
[Verse 1:]
The flow-- is in the pocket like wallets
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it, I got the swerve like alco-fuck that
Figg get da money, shootin dice what they hittin' for?
Hookers out to sell the pussy
Money trade for intercourse
Every corner, liquor store
Laundromat, liquor store, laundromat, liquor store
EBT accept 'em more
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
Churches 'cross from motels, Lord knows pussy sells
Domino's, Pizza Huts, Colt 45 cans, the old heads drunk enough
Dollar after dollar on lottery, that shit be addin' up
Schizos from Vietnam, better yet the drug era that used to be a ball player
See how things evolve later
4 Lokos for the young locos
Niggas cashin' my check for white tees
Don't fuck with Melrose, just Metros--PCS's
You get the message
Good investments in my direction
[Hook]
Figg get da money, yeah! (Repeat 4x)
Rain, sleet, snow, turn July into December, yeah!
Figg get da money, yeah! (Repeat 6x)
Springtime fall turn summer to a winter, yeah!
Figg get da money, yeah! (Repeat 2x)
[Verse 2:]
Uh, it's midnight, where the bitches at (Schoolboy)
See a ho, pimp a ho, put her on the track (Schoolboy)
Put her in the gas station, hiding from the white and black (Schoolboy)
They gotta make a living so they put us on our back (Schoolboy)
But why they gotta judge us when we do it back? (Schoolboy)
Mickey D's and Burger King still make sure that my daughter fat (Schoolboy)
Close to Christmas on November, best believe I got a jack (Schoolboy)
Been coming to this store for years, the cops come behind me 'bout a snack [?]
But thanks Ms. Han, Jackie Chan, Sake bomb (Schoolboy)
Any Catholic differ-an, Wolverine like Michigan (Schoolboy)
Wolver Street know what it be (Be)
Hanging in front of the laundry mat til 2 or 3 (3)
With like 2 or 3 (3)
Uh, everyone asleep so shall we creep
Money to gain up in them streets
Shall I preach about this beat
Puffy ain't got shit on me
Better yet this L.A. heat
Figueroa, figg sa money block
[Repeat Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Uh, Jehoviah coming let me close the blinds
So I can get high, nigga free my mind
Write my niggas doing hella years past time
Ballers got it crackin', crackin' at the crack of dawn
Ice cream truck stop for my mom but me, he won't respond
Gotta read between the lines
Best believe I'm off of crime
This must be the longest line, where they cookin' worse than swine
Lying on their letter signs, but hurry cause they close at 9
But Pices got it jumpin' at the taco stand
Rapping on them corners (Aye!), AM, PM like the Taliban
Camping out, your daddy selling money he can understand
Drizzle riding through the hood, Junkies love the avalanche
Homeless person gotta shuffle cans, take 'em up to the recycle bin
Take his bread to the candyman, but still he eat
Tell me if that ain't hustlin'
Rain, sleet, snow, hell and shit uhhh, Hell!
[Intro:]
Nigga just be wanting all the hoes sometimes. Nigga want every last one of these bitches. Nigga do anything for a bitch
I had to tell the bitch. You n'ahmean?
[Verse 1:]
Look at you, now look at me
Now look at him, now back at me
I'm sayin' do'
I ain't trying to be a nigga, what you playing for?
Came up from the bottom, yea that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggas, so I like 'em thick
And by looking at your curves, you what I deserve
We can head up to the crib old girl, just say the word
Got some purp, got some Henny, got my penis too
Have you ignoring his calls when you fuck with Q
Drop your panties to the floor, down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see, you should fuck with me
[Bridge:]
Man that nigga, that nigga he can't protect ya. Remember when he had left and you took him back from that heffa, and then he did it again and tried to fuck on your friend and got caught up once with your kin. I'm sayin' do'...
That nigga like... shit thirsty for the bitches, saggin' my pants and shit
Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch
[Verse 2:]
Word around that nigga Q in town
I heard it's for a show, but let me call my ho
They be like, "Bitch you bet' not be out with them niggas! "
Oh, oh, oh
Soon as she hang up with 'em, she like "There he go"
I be swag from head to toe
Ten times I ain't gotta hate, she know that my paper grown
Polo shirts and Polo drawers, Polo socks, they matching too
Oo, with the finest weed, I show you what these OG's do
Super duper triple O, can't see me with a telescope
I just wanna dick her down, tell me what's the verdict though
[?], she bringing up her nigga
I beats the pussy up, girl you my main contender
[Bridge:]
See you keep bringing up him and then he be hanging with them, and then they be hanging with her when he really should be with you. What I do, see he can't do. This is true, you should tell that nigga you through. I'm sayin' do'...
Like nigga like... shit I- I don't know. Shit I had to nigga. The bitch was bad nigga. Shit, I had to get that one
[Verse 3:]
Fresh up out the studio like can I live
Looking for a ho so I can break her ribs
I'm sayin' do'
I got a couple hundreds, what it's hitting fo'
A rack of condoms and some fire girl lit
Now dim the lights and let me see you do your shit
(Face down, ass up) fuck me good
Cause cain't no nigga out here fuck you like I could
Grip you by your hand, waist, below the face
Satisfaction at it's highest point, I set the stakes
Plus, a nigga over there with Tammy n'em
Giving that bitch all your time, why you deal with him?
You oughta win
[Bridge:]
See that nigga there is a loser. Besides, my dick is a ruler. I bring it to ya, and plus he be with them bitches and treating you like them bitches. You his main or his mistress? I don't get it. How you living? I'm sayin' do'...
I don't give a fuck bruh. Like I said, the bitch was bad bruh. I hit it, bad cuh. I had to hit it. A nigga was cheating on her anyway... definitely cheating on her
[Outro: x4]
My hatin' joint, my hatin' joint, my hatin' joint, my hatin' joint
[ScHoolboy Q:]
What's fifty grand to a muh'fucker like me? Can you please remind me?
[Muttering] Shit, I'll remind ya
Put the steel behind ya, put five inside ya
Better chill out with all that flossin potnah
(Ball so hard) you must be crazy
Leave him in the streets with his shoelaces missin
And socks up off his feet
Pistol holdin gonorrhea; nigga skeet skeet
Soul dropped, rock dropped, dot dropped
Black Hippy, T.D.E., well fuck it nigga let's 4-peat
A dope Hoover dealer, uh, A.D.H.D.
Fuck that, let's bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit - fuck CRASH
Pimp hoes, hoe run ya bread - she love tracks
Crack of dawn, Figg get it, yeah we get it yeah
Figg get the money yeah, all season every year
Niggaz better hope I start poppin
Before I start robbin the re-up with oxycontin
[Chorus:]
On Figg we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it
It's stormin it's snowin and floodin we still out here thuggin
On Figg we see it, we need it, we want it, we get it
Figg get the money yeah, all season every year
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Uhh~! What's 50 grand to a muh'fucker like you, you still need a reminder?
(Heh - yeah I thought so) Shit I'm loco
38 brown handy, call him CoCo
Stick around the block boy tell 'em don't go
Don't stop shootin 'til ya all red though
Yellow tape muh'fucker shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough fo'? See yo' thug ass later at the crossroads
The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant
And if your, rims spinnin your jaw's dented
I'm-I'm a grown man dog, I ain't kiddin; the end has come
So - keep weed and big lungs
Big guns brought on her knees, the holy ghost, she speak in tongues
Murder searchin - why even run when Scotty done
Huh? Nigga you must got me confused
Bitch I'm from the groove on Figg side makin moves (FIGG-SYYYDE)
Drive to pussy more than I do to church
No AC, but the heater work - MERK!
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Figg get it, Figg get it get it get it get it [x3]
[Intro:]
Niggaz already know man, whew, mm!
They already know man
Shit's real out here man these motherfuckin streets
Shit's real man, niggaz better keep movin around
See 'em - the Gotti motherfuckin shits man
Up all night out here with the street shit man
[Chorus:]
Niggaz already know Q got shit
Niggaz already know Q got swag
Niggaz already know Q make hits
Niggaz already know Q pop tags
Niggaz already know Q smoke weed
Niggaz already know, niggaz already know
Niggaz already know already know about me
Niggaz already know I'm way too G
Niggaz already know Q (yeah)
Niggaz already know you (nah)
Niggaz already know Q (yeah)
Niggaz already know you (nah)
I said I'm Quincy bitch, I'm hella groovy bitch
Niggaz already know I'm with this shit
You on the hater shit, I'm on that player shit
I left y'all minors in the majors bitch
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Niggaz already know Q low key
Niggaz already know Q O.G.
Niggaz already know Q get high
Niggaz already know Q stay fly
Niggaz already know I sips that lean
Niggaz already know I gets that cream
Niggaz already know T.D.E. the team
Niggaz already know the champs got a ring
Niggaz already know I run this shit
Niggaz already know I fucked yo' bitch~!
Niggaz already know I am that nigga
One mo' time ho I am that nigga
Niggaz already know the set got hot
Niggaz already know who wig got popped
Niggaz already know I sold that ox'
Niggaz already know I am that bock'
Niggaz already know the cops got on us
Niggaz already know stash those burners
Niggaz already know run if we told you
Niggaz already know high 'til the mornin
Niggaz already know Q gotta chill
Niggaz already know Q off a pill
Niggaz already know Q can be real
Niggaz already know Q on a mill'
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Niggaz already know Q off good
Niggaz already know these backwoods
Niggaz already know the kicks look clean
Niggaz already know the clip 16
Niggaz already know I hide that bitch
Niggaz already know I fried that bitch
Niggaz already know the bird came out
Niggaz already know the locs hang out
Niggaz already know we shut shit down
Niggaz already know shit get crowned
Niggaz already know hogs don't drown
Niggaz already know cause got found
Niggaz already know we chillin with the moon
Niggaz already know we smokin out the room
Niggaz already know the weed brought a tomb
Niggaz already know I'm jumpin in the pool
Niggaz already know we all got bread
Niggaz already know I'm comin for your head
Niggaz already know I want your spot
Niggaz already know cause ain't hot
Niggaz already know cause won't pop
Niggaz already know when my shit drop
Niggaz already know yo' shit stop
Niggaz already know you can't top!
[feat. CurT@! n$ & Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit, that stab shit
Rock a flag and don't give a fuck about U.S flag shit
George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve
Motherfucking 8 balls, til' we live at the pool hall
And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch
That's my surroundings in Compton, have common sense
Smell death in the air, around here, that's a common scent
You know the gunpowder
You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder
Only at seventeen
You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
I try my best to stay focused and hope the city love me
Pray it's not lust, cause if it is, I'd be death in a month
Lord forbid, for the good kid
They took his life
She want her baby back, like a cooked rib
But that's the just life, where I'm from
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
If there's a shining star
Hope my city is not too far
So we can live again
See, where I come from is hard
Hope all over again, we can start
So we can live again, so we can live again
[Verse 2: CurT@in$]
I've seen this young'un on the train, I had to pick his brain
He said he on his way uptown to get a brick of caine'
He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy, I said listen man
I rather give you my last to see you live again
Just cause you change what you pitching, don't make the difference
You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down
Petty thoughts could keep your brain down
I leave you with that jewel, go get the chain now
And put it together
You see coming up, we ain't have that shit to keep our mind focused
I love Mike, but it was a hassle trying to buy Jordans
My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store
To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall
So all the hustling for nothing man
I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him
Like fuck it man
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
A mother's son dead, was killed by some kids popped
Shots, they back and forth
Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light
No idols, bunch of them read bibles
Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples
Smokers get high as Effiels
Addicted to being fiends
Because of the feds as pledge to let our plans spread
Tiny this and if and that if they banging back
Because they
Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look
Rats get mouse trapped
Can't afford to wishing
But hit a lick I bet I earn crack, I heard that
Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine
Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines
All the time with this Glock of mines
Swear to God man it ain't a rhyme, I grind for a piece of mine
[Intro/Chorus 1:]
Yeah; I got my hustle dog
I gets my hustle off, oxycontin hero-oine
Cra-zayy; I got my chopper dog
Don't make me chop him off
Chop chop chop chop, knock him off
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Blood on the wall, death in the air
Birds on the ground, pistols everywhere
Devil's in the eyes, babies always cry
Poppa never home, fuck it we all alone
Tryin to get rich yeah that talkin right
Grab me the beaker I'll measure the white
Heat up the water, drop it in pot
Baking soda and ice cubes make it rock
Get you a saucer the razor go chop
Get you a Glock and invest in a block
Set up your shop, dare 'em to pop
Fucked by the cop jacked his ass with a shot
Ya ya~!
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2:]
Cra-zayy; I got my hustle dog
I gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and all
Cra-zayy; I got my chopper dog
Don't make me chop him off
Knock knock knock knock, knock him off
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Satan in your soul, let it take control
Oxycontin fiends, keep the foil low
Let the pill burn, inhale exhale it slow
Let your heart explode, drop you to the flo'
I gets the dough, I hustle hard
Ace Hood ain't got shit on moi
Green beans, 80's for sure
They like what I'm talkin bout
You know what I'm talkin bout?
No syringes or nothin just heroins cousin smoke mufflers out
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Only Lords knows, and only time'll tell
Will I got to heaven, or will I burn in hell?
Music in my mind, vibratin down my spine
Travels to my heart, shoulda been here from the start
Now I get bread for my audio
(Call me your pusher these bars that I'm pushin)
You know I ain't talkin a Xanny bro
(Nigga we on it be up by the mornin)
You wreck a new bitch wearin panties though
(Threw out my line) Fished up for sho'
(Nigga we eatin) You oughts to know
(Put my big boy in her) nebulo
There she blows, #HiiPower controllin
Our hustle keep goin sh-shittin on niggaz
Excuse all our colons, boss after boss
Don't be pissed that we ballin we here for the moment
(We gettin this cash) My flows be imported
My bitch be imported, my grind get distorted
Your life get deported, ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deployin
Loosin my brain while recordin on
[Outro:]
[Laughter]
Q! [x3]
Ooh-ooh! [x3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigger, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigger, yeah
Ice [?] in your lungs, yeah nigger, yeah, pull it on your tongue
Shitting on your buns, shitting on your bumps
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Your only [?] I fucked it off
Pistols by your man's I fuck you off
Chevy by his neck I'll snatch it off,
Fucking cut his by his waist I'm searching off
Yeah nigger, I be on some shit sex money murd 'em with your bitch making fuck flix
Yeah, real spit, yeah tongue touch this, seamen down the throat my submarine do the motion
Oh, yeah, she know it, hit it from the back she ain't no telling who record it
Rearrange her pussy yeah for sure a nigger know it
Fuck her like I fuck her cause she fuck me like she own it
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Ice [?] in your lungs, yeah nigger, yeah, pull it on your tongue
Shitting on your buns, shitting on your bumps
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigger, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigger, yeah
Talk about the coup now loose the top
Bought a chain now nigger up the game
Give me 50 feet or turn to trick or treat
Drive back everything what the fuck you think?
Yeah nigger, I be [?] a while young nigger black 'em out
Bitch I'm talking [?] bet they love me now
Keep these bitches by the [?] yeah I'm digging bitches out
Purple haze she screaming, awww
She know it, hit it from the back she ain't no telling who record it
Ass so fucking fat you need a toll trip just to throw it
Fuck her like I fuck her cause she fuck me like she own it
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigger, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigger, yeah
Ice [?] in your lungs, yeah nigger, yeah, pull it on your tongue
Shitting on your buns, shitting on your bumps
Baddest hoes, baddest hoes, finest weed finest weed
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit was all bad just a week ago, yeah
Woke up in next morning I was on they can't slow it down now
Where we going next? Sky high
Through the cloud I power tell them book a jail
Quick if you know what's best about to make you loose your breath
All I'm standing on your chest and I ain't let none
I ain't trying to let you eat and I ain't trying to wish you luck
You should probably try to get a billy share what you ain't enough
See you gotta understand I'm the motherfucking man, yeah
You're always at the bottom that's the motherfucking plan, yeah
At the record, at the record, keep my name up in the man
I ain't trying to be a friend, I ain't trying to shake your hand
You niggers know what's up but lemme break it down
Had that... cotton popping all around your town
Been talking plane after plane, mean...
Touch down receiving now will fuck it, I run it back, back
My nigger's flammable but we all on fire, we all on fire
My nigger's flammable but we all on fire, we all on fire
Tell me what you can but I tell you what you can't do
Touch a hundred grand well that's something what you can't do
Say up in the man well that's something what you can't do
Another hundred grand well that's something what you can't do
I tell what you can do
Fuck with any nigger in my circle
You square? Swear, you don't compare, get your shit repaired
Burn about my underwear, bitch I drop 30 on them...
Ripping my balls,.. them, feeling myself move around but I'm rewinding them
Talky mouth, we pounding them, media ripped in 3,.. burning your shit you learned your lesson
Why would you play with fire, you and your crew can get expired
Moving you're tired, go to sleep, got his ass around wrapped, yeah
... beating black and blue, you nincompoop, double o 7 glock your muscle
Orange top,.. pockets... up, twist up,.. some screaming we show
... still do what I came to do, bottle after bottle like I got in advance
... gangster... part of my plan, the moment I feel like I made it
Getting half the bitches that said I was over rated
Now I'm the latest, call me the greatest, one of her favorites, I raised her
She say we famous, this rapping we do it die, die
There's a difference between you and I,
Fucking unity,.. never here when we was working hard
But one in a plot, start a nigger to take care, you should have been a broad
We brought your pussy now bow down to the greats, the hardest and human race
Don't make me humiliate, yeah, yeah, yeah
And put the names out there you best have clear, you're pressed out here
Slide me the weather, pop your recession, your valuable lesson
My nigger's flammable but we all on fire, we all on fire
My nigger's flammable but we all on fire, we all on fire
Tell me what you can but I tell you what you can't do
Touch a hundred grand well that's something what you can't do
Say up in the man well that's something what you can't do
Another hundred grand well that's something what you can't do
I tell what you can do
Clash with these titans, burners without license
See them bees and the... that's priceless
You told me your... that's my shit, I'm the shit
She tell me super... with your bitch, now she say
Baby be going crazy for the dick, wow
King Kong knock them down, back to back, ping pong
Fast lane, fast money, you for the fame you crash dummy
Niggers get... their selves, stepping outside their selves
Tell them get a reality check they say rock is the best
The shit that smoke the some in the pipe, I'm worser than that
More like a nuclear bomb in the... so dominant flesh
The effect is like domino, when we drop niggers falling like Geronimo
Let them suffer, we bring the rockers, flow funky like the shit on the...
Got your numbers if you yelling bingo
On fire like skeleton hell's kitchen, get your... missing for starting backwards
12 gauge pump action, we smashing in grand national kill capital collateral damages
Overcome challenges, digging your bitch they gonna toss that whose to my managers
We're scandalous
My nigger's flammable but we all on fire, we all on fire
My nigger's flammable but we all on fire, we all on fire
Tell me what you can but I tell you what you can't do
Touch a hundred grand well that's something what you can't do
Say up in the man well that's something what you can't do
Another hundred grand well that's something what you can't do
I tell what you can do
Nigger I tell you what you can do nigger
You can't be for my power nigger, go home nigger
Work on that week gas mix tape, we sell the mix tapes, yeah
Drugs and girls
Show me some love, my love
Last time I checked, you loved my love
Place nothing above my love
If you leave come back, like above your butt
No ifs ands or buts
You're sufficient, but I still wanna fill you up
Just when you thought enough was enough
I'm a kid in a museum and I just wanna touch every part of your body
Tie you up and get...
Naughty, hold me up in this party
Hiii power
All the ladies wanna kick it with Mr. Miyagi
Pull up, pull up, bring it back, come rewind
I wanna touch up and down your spine
A perfect 10 living on cloud 9
I like to drink all the time
Fuck all the time
Anything that can get me outta my mind
I'm a rolling stone that needs another home especially
(When loves runs high)
See the dopeman, tryna get right
Open up a bud light
Don julio
coronas, comas
Bad bitches, bad bitches, call up bad bitches
Bring your friend to be a witness
(When loves runs high)
Need a shot, you the vaccine
You pumpin through my veins ima crack fiend
You're the crack
Drive your ass all night
Meet the chauffeur
rover
Never sober my cup runneth over
Better know girl, you fuckin with a soldier
Blunts and broads
Drinkin on liquor thats hard, oh my god
Baby tryna grab my draws
They call me dozer, I knock down walls
Jose, yeah thats my homie
Hear how ya call earl in the hallway
I gotta come down just to party
I'm turnt up, maxed out
Willie Manchester
, blow your back out
Baby girl my advice, better back out
Got that dope stick, im the crack house
Listen ma, I got a role you can act out
And then like prince pant's get your ass out
I don't need a princess, I need a mistress
Go hard for the squad life
Brain with a stain on it
Shit flamed out the nozzle
Added full throttle
Acting high heater black ninas
Its young niggas heatin up Phoenix
Top Dawg familiar
Crept with a Dillinger
In my 5th pocket
Chump niggas stop it
Say you pressin' who?
Fuck around and get a tattoo
Had me dumpin' out the sun roof (roof)
Consequences you done ran thru
Caught his ass lookin' pretty in them sandals
Keep them gangstas in the streets
You know that shit was handled
10 speed, handle bar shift, Astro fit
Hopped off with a message in the clip
Inboxed read (3rd)
Hittin' till the 3rd
I'll be back up on the curb
What's the word? (word, word, word)
We continue to bring you nothin'
But that true gangster shit
You can move to groove to
What's the word? x3
We continue to bring you
Nothin' but that true shit, G shit
Never had much
Always had heart, Always had guts
I dont give a fuck, I ride like a bus
Heavy with my flows while my niggas in the spot
Heavy with the blow
Plenty niggas broke, Plenty homicides, Plenty Mommas cried
Care we wonder why?
Stress on my thoughts
Blowin weed out my jaws
4-5 niggas ridin' 5 deep in the car
Choppers in the trunk, Choppers in the front
Catch a nigga slippin' then we takin' what we want
Gang affiliated
A lot of niggas hatin'
Cause a nigga steady beamin' like Laker
Product of my environment can't help where I came from
Watts, California where a nigga got his name from, name from
What it do? Go ahead and blaze one
Be patient my nigga we gon' ball when the day come
Disrespect the clique then I guess we gotta' take one
Haters throw salt so I guess we gotta shake somethin' x2
So what's the word?
We continue to bring you nothin'
But that true gangster shit
You can move to groove to
What's the word? x3
We continue to bring you
Nothin' but that true shit, G shit
Young 50 raw central kid?
Macks near fuckin' lose your lip
Probably seen me on Fed 81 bus stop
Where niggas put the whores there?
Needle poison
Everybody crooked
Lights out shootin' ranges, shit is dangerous
Keep yo shoes tied mothafucka
Shit it gets live muthafucka, shits real
Get yo ass strapped up in the field
Youngin' shoulda let ya muscle build
Broken jaws and them stars be the evidence
Just another nigga tatted up among my abdomen
Yall squabbles, Gang meetings, Set functions had my shit bumpin'
Mid central way side stay jumpin'
We ridin' out
Middle finger out, shoot they mommas house (haha)
Thats the word
We continue to bring you nothin'
But that true gangster shit
You can move to groove to
What's the word? x3
We continue to bring you
Nothin' but that true shit, G shit x5
Yeah, yeah!
Girl, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Come on! Just wanna fuck off!
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
[Hook:]
What's a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and bitches
Hanging with snitches
Shit it wasn't my intention
[Verse 1:]
I didn't know I knew him for years
Who would think his gums were soft?
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up go out and war for
Spend my last you keep your half we all poor
No way to go I'll walk you through my front door
My ninjas do the same see when we was younger You were my mane
Nigga I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand
Puttin my life up in you hands pointin your finger like daaaaamn
For really though? We was just sling oxy like a year ago
You knew my sister tho auntie cousins and my uncle Joe
Cause you hit my dro see my nigga you's a ho remember those cheerios
Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor I'm liike fo sho donatello
Catch you on the rebound you bound to drizzound
The skies up inhale it slow keep yo mouth shut bet he won't tell no mo
[Hook: x2]
What's a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and bitches
Hanging with snitches
Shit it wasn't my intention
[Verse 2:]
Started around the bottom ended up at the top
Heard you was in some trouble I unretired my Glock
Did what I did who woulda knew you was the cops
Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots
Got me up in the box thought that you was my nigga
Ya got your sentence reduced cause you told them that I pulled the trigger
And I was lookin out for you
Tried to show him just how we do
Put all my shit aside now I'm through
Figured that I would keep it crippy
This what this real nigga get me
Locked up for like a century
While you get chances of a Bentley
Fuck my old bitches while I beat my d! ck plenty
My shootin figure itchy but I hope somebody get him
But probably not shit I ain't sweatin it
Cause got me hot better get his ass popped
Can't get over how we was tough as leather
Man we did everything together
Fucked our first bitches earned our first cheddar
Robbed the first nigga was down for whatever
And I'll blast till forever if we had too
But it's all cool
[Hook: x2]
What's a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and bitches
Hangin with snitches
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Gloomy on sunny days
Shadows no house of trees
Prayers not close to me
As I bow down and take a knee
Help as far as the eye can see
Hoodies and weaponry
Naive to being free
Locked up we chasing keys
Hows your eyes, investigate us
While we look up to entertainers
But players pistol bangers
Big brothers, uncles uncles
Betrayed by alot of homies
All my friendships stay on shuffle
Huddle stay steady find a plan
Spread evil beyond the land
As I push down up on this trigger
And burn fucker burn
Every step take getting deeper
Survival my main concern
Marinate in satin's sweat
Take a sip of this holy water
Hoping God still keep me blessed
With a dark shield for my armor
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Promises man I promised
None of them goals accomplished
Promises man I promised
To be loyal and honest
Promises man I promised
Lied on separate occasions
Promises man I promised
My promises is aging
Hennessy what my system like
Feeling like superman
I might crip tonight
I bring loss to life
A gruesome site
Look who done got involved
It's no different from wars, it's kill or be called upon
Feeling teary eyed, thinking I've gone too far
Ask God for forgiveness, shit I doubt he heard me at all
They say clean your hands before you eat, rest your sins with pray
But I've done did some things I don't think I could ever wash away
[Hook]
(Uh)
(Uh)
Everybody get low, get low
Head shots
Head shots
Head SHOTS
Yakk
Na na na na na na
Yakk!
na na na na na,(how you want it?)
Na na na na na na na,(how you want it?)
Na na na na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na, (how you want it?)
Na na na na,(how you want it?)
Na na na, na,(how you want it?)
Na na na na na na
Ooh ooh
Sniff it
Then I inhale it
Fickle me
Blowin'
Powder
Sprinkle me
Inhale it
Sniff it
Head bobbin'
Sprinkle me
Inhale it
Sniff it
Head bobbin'
Sprinkle me
'hale it
Lift it
Head bobbin'
Bob it
Oooh
Gimme the white toe tags
Toe tags
Toe tag
One tag
Two tag
Three tag
Four tag
Yakk!
Yakk!
Uhhh
Yea!
Ooh Ooh
Yea!
(The fuckin' money, my nigga!)
(Na na na na na na na na)
(The money!)
Na na na (na na na)
Na na na na na (Na na na na na na na na)
[Featuring: Jay Rock]
Verse 1: Q
Aye groove the window down oh shit I'm getting high
Still im cool. No AC needed
Probly slidin down ya region off this henney got me leanin
Ain't no secret that we ballin and yo ho be refereeing
Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble
Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble uhh
Ain't fuckin with u losers all my niggas won
It's mista bet I got sum weed, aye split another one
Look down upon the ceiling
Just try to reach the sky cuz when u up they all be kneeling
Contradictions in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings
Shake the nonbelievers off im tryna navigate a million
But yo first lets hit the store you know I love Korean
She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I'm fiendin
So I zip that, chop that, pass the blunt
Know my dick from last month but theres more to come, what the fuck?
[Hook]
2, 2 fucking raw (Face down, ass up)
Verse 2: Q
Heroin, extacy, oxycontin, vicodin, coca cola everything up in our jeans
Even methamphetamines
Get this bread by any means
Pcp, lsd, transactions frequently
Turn ya job into a ki
Turn that ki into a beach
Turn that beach into ur sleep
Rest ya head, remain neat
Haters love to hate a G
Gossip on ya bakery
Wish they had the recipe
Swear this life is meant for me
Tired of crackin niggas heads in the stolen challenger
Hopped up out the passenger and merked the DA's messenger
Every corner, camera
Nigga im just tryna live
Shitty on a shitty curb
Niggas can ya front ya kids
See how niggas get it in
Trappin so we live in sin
This felony won't keep me in im hungry gotta rob again
Embarrassing my mom and them
Grandma braggin to her friends
Killin beef, apparently
Name a nigga rare as me
Yeah I be, 2 fuckin raw
Hook
Verse 3: Rock
Got me swagged
Then I put yo style in a body bag
Man im off a bag of that good
My flow off a pile of pack
Man im leanin hard, like im off that sy-RUP
And im damn near tore up
Wit my dogs and locstas
And we all got stock like brokers
Ugh, we don't chase hoes, nah
Hoes gon chase us, yeah
Straight to the condo
Yeah bitches ain't shit that's the muhhfuckin motto
In the monte carlo
Yeah sippin on carlo
Just me and my posse
Strapped up when u gotta know the ropes like ted dibiase
Look at my life raw, NIGGA
Bitches wanna suck me off, QUICKER
Haters can't stand my guts, NIGGA
Cuz I get my bucks, BIGGER
Im on my own, im in my zone
Bitch niggas can't knock me off my throne
Im on my shit, cuz septic tanks
I don't give a fuck what set you claim
Just get yo money let the bullshit walk
Ima get this cheese like a lil rat bitch
Fuckin suck me good
Nibbling thru her team
Raw shit
Nigga check me out
Know ya jockin my steez best believe nigga we run this shit
Niggas know that I be be
2 fuckin rawwww
Only 12 and a half and already ducking them jabs
Fight back, just hoping that he last
He on his ass
Huffing and puffing
Getting tagged
See what this nigga feel
Would only make them niggas laugh
He felt the discomfort
And trust him right away
Saw the devil in they eyes
His homie looking straight
But something was different in him
Not the same from yesterday
Shit his whole demeanor changed
Even his smile was strange
His childhood never came
But dude was always gutter
He got it from his brother
From his brother from his brother
Brought pain onto his mother
Once was elementary homies
But now we attack each other
Threw on his hood and then he fired
Spirit of up out of reach
The young niggas swallowing yeast
Trapped in the belly of the beast
I know niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas, the cycle continues
The cycle continues
His homies was his motive
His momma never noticed
Too busy paying bills
Trying to provide a meal
and steal
Her child live for a thrill
Fulfill his niggas wishes
No more hugs and kisses
No more 'how you been'
He with them other men
So his cousin and him pretend
Imitating if they was him
Got the pistol on him
Loaded unloaded off and jam
Feels like niggas on him
Heck-Blam-Blam to him
Kill or be killed
Let alone all them thugs
Let alone all them drugs
Treat is kinda like a bud
Lets see how karma does
Lets see how much he loves
Shoot-him-up shoot-him-up
I know niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas, the cycle continues
He feel like he the man
His mom said be a man
Love to sag his pants
Him slipping out his chance
Think he at his best he hit the set he making orders
Got them little niggas busting shots and flipping quarters
An ounce a half double up
Even dimes, think with a corrupted mind
Adapted to them crime
Living with regrets in order to survive
Gotta get high clashes with time
Paranoia hard through his body
Trying love for a hobby
You know gangsters come with kids
Teaching them wasn't his
He __ the corner store to go fill up the fridge
Approached by a little nigga
Hoddie over his still
Looking down the barrel
Woke a burner tucked
Aimed at his whig
Let him fire
Then he fire, fire
I know niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas that kill niggas
That kill niggas, the cycle continues
As a younger age, never really gave a shit
Just my grandma arms, kept me out of harm
Nigga went to class, my football pads
Kept the burner stashed, they ain't gon' catch my ass
In the Pontiac with the bad speakers
Back then? Shit, I was into sneakers
And fitted caps, side kicks
My same bitch, she a down bitch
Had a little daughter, glad it ain't a boy
Knew she'd bring me joy, so I named her Joy
Kiss her on her head, then I kiss her lips
Then I kiss her cheek, lay her down to sleep
Trials and tribulations helped me through my situations
Little observations stopped the cops from confrontations
And the ghetto bird, and a nigga snitched
But I'm still dipping, shit, I ain't tripping
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good...
(BJ the Chicago Kid)
(I know I'm not perfect
But I'll still make a decision that make my life still worth it, yea-ea-eahhh
And sometimes it may hurt
But I know what you see ain't what it's gon' be, cause I know my worth, yeeeaaahhhh...)
Got a lil' older, nigga seen a lot of shit
Been out in Boston, even got to see the Knicks
I've been to Dallas, slap a five with the bench
Back to the hood where niggas betting on the six
But shit is crazy
Lil' Teisha and Tamika bout to kill they babies
Pregnant at the same time, and they think that shit is cute
Always running from the truth, bigger dream they must pursue
And they babies wasn't in it
Just going bout they business in the club
She off of Guinness, adioses with the lemon
V.I.P. she dreams of, in the club looking for mean buzz
In a dress looking distinctive
Ass hanging, got that ass hanging with the biggest baller in the club
Ain't got a dub, but she want some love
Wasn't polite, but she feel it's right (feel it's right)
Lay it down, then he dimmed the lights, played it right for the night
Uh, ignorance is bliss, but to know is pain
No matter what we reap, we still sow the same
The concept of change is second-rate to change
Either way around, the cycle still remains
Out my project window, observing the wannabes blowing endo
Shooting dice on the corner, big homie roll up with his kinfolk
Unfold a stack on 'em like, what they hitting for?
Slamming the doors on his Benzo
He left the engine running, bumping something sounding like
Late eighties R&B;, trunk full of China white
Type of nigga ladies like, known dope dealer
Money, cash, hoes getter, slash stone cold killer
He can't sleep at night, his victim's eyes piercing through his soul
He wake up every time his eyes close
That's who them young boys aspire to see
Underneath the palm trees, that's who they dying to be
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Ain't got no jewelry on still I'm shinin' hard
Ain't got no bodyguard walkin' solo through the mall
Bitches and the hoes know they see me they like: "There he go! "
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go! "
Cheifin' like a muthafuckin' Seminole
Here we go, off probation probably go to Me-hi-co
Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this shit ain't for the low
Got my daughter swaggin' like her muthafuckin' daddy though
The patio with a muthafuckin' view
Nappy chin hairs, bitch I'm muthafuckin' Q
Uhhh, muthafucka', muthafucka' yeah
Fuckin' is my favorite word, reason why I'm fuckin' her
She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur
Purr, I love that kitty cat
Ass fat, throw it back, I can't believe you wifing that
Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she's a double gulp
My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
Nigga try sneakin' up on me and I'm makin' noise
But what I failed to understand
I'm the muthafuckin' man, ran into him, he's a fan
Goddamn...
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
I'm shinin' hard, they be like: "There he go! "
No bodyguard, they be like: "There he go! "
Up in your broad, they be like: "There he go! "
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go! "
HiiiPoweR bitch, they be like: "There he go! "
Black Hippy shit, they be like: "There he go! "
Magnificent, they be like: "There he go! "
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go! "
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it be this nigga here just lookin' at you lames
With my niggas, yo we bettin' on the Laker game
Even though my niggas lost another iTunes check to Dame
Garcia Vegas, yeah, that bitch be burnin' slow
'Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
Uh, fo' sho', ain't no need for niggas out here frontin' do'
Metapho', how I come with it? I don't fuckin' know
Y'all actin' like that TDE don't run L.A
Coast ain't been this tall since Pac, Death Row, and Dr. Dre
Word to Dr. Dre, Detox is like a mix away
So go ahead and let the grown-ups work and go somewhere and play
Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder shit
Without a gun or knife, it's just a fuckin' hit
Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a fuckin' pimp
Saggin' low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio
V1 Schoolboy:
Got the baddest hoes
Got the finest weed
Everywhere I go
They know who I be
Now take a picture
Now let me be
Let me do me, let me be a fiend
I'm shootin' up, everyday I'm tryna ball
With my little china doll, got my back like spinal cord
That pistol on me, yeah that .45
Nigga feelin' do or die, fuck tryna be unified
She over there
Wanna be over there
So I pull her hair, fuck her from the rear until she there
How are you?
Shit, I go by Q
Heyyy hoooo, now what it do?
Got a king size and it's built for 2
I been meaning, to be leaning up in that pussy like promethazine and she took the semen my willy beamin'
On any given Sunday that pussy a runway she did it the fun way
Smash it like Ticante
She give me hombre no need for nombre
We screamin' ole and ole we scored no goalie, she's just a groupie
And group A gave top like toupee but rushed that coochie
Her pussy lukewarm like long lay, her head be Bombay
Like gin and OJ, took a shot and I won like gameday
Yes I'm the sensei, comprende?
Got a ticket one way
Oh you don't really see it that I'm gone?
Pass the baton, black
Real rap, spit to the break of the dawn, nigga we all that
All that, see that this shit would be on
Nigga this Black Hippy, nothing else
Beat so dank I'm bout to melt
All my shit be prison felt, TDE we got the belt
Hold it down if nothing else
Swear to god, on my life
Where it's at? Shit on sight
Down to ride, fuck a bike
If I'm locked then fly a kite
Keep a strap on like a dyke
TDE we got the belt
Hold it down if nothing else
V2 Absoul:
Quincey where the weed at? You know I really need that
You know we go back, memba when I had you smokin' Blacks?
In the back when Top was gone now Top is back
That mean we in Juice garage
You know you my brethren, we superstars
Still mobbin' the 7/11, fuck a car
Top Dawg, ya little fists ain't up to par
Got the baddest hoes, burn the finest kush
That means I'm a botanist slash gynecologist
Please hold your apologies for sleepin' it was prophecy
I just need some time to have these demons climb up out of me
You know the ones that got me sippin' these mickeys till I'm numb
Having your Mrs' tongue missing from her mouth, in around my nuts
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dust bunnies
This hip hop ain't done none for me
Knew I was to be a star when I had a cubby, watching Ferngully
Now everything I puff fluffy and I'm so comfy
Watch the company I keep place they come for me
All these bitches in your dreams drinking cum from me
This blue dream steaming the lungs of me
Oh buddy
[Verse 1]
They say the gangsters back, kid got a heart attack
Straight out insomniac, let's get this fucker live
Loadin up pistols while gettin high
45 nine, we smoking sitting in nickels and dimes
My little nigga 12 said he with it, yeah
Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it
Soon as he lit it cause was finished, now cock back the gat
Little mask and gloves, let's get to buisiness
But they worry about Osama
Killed a bitch nigga and get his family manana
Didn't get a coma nor a cent for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe so he can hold his head in honor
Zombie land a bunch of dead men walkin
Livin abortion they oughta raise the price on coffins
Fucking make a killing but I ain't dying up in prison
Fully loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga that's all we know
Murder-murder, kill get your fucking cap peeled
Fear around here, I smell death around here
Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here
They say 2012 the world gon end
Shit it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers
1969 evolution of devils time
Ain't walking up in no shrine shit I'm living a life of crime
Pops never gave a chance my mom crying
She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind
Sneakin out the window with angel dust in my endo
Keys to her ignition new mission ya betta limbo
Fire pits let to eject I hardly miss
Nigga ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a bitch?
And I ain't on my Odd Future tip
But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose and tell his ass to shit
But they worry about Osama
Blood and Crip niggas lifetime of Jeffery Dhamers
Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your collar
Suicidal ain't fucking with these young connivers, we rivals
Didn't learn to much in school
But out I learned some shit, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip
Pot brownies and white cookies
Cops'll pat me down but won't touch on my girls tooshi
Fuck they sent the lady cop they tryna book me
All else fails balloon packs tampon that pussy
Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off
Lobster tails and butter sauce same clothes still a boss
On a mothafuckin' robbing spree
Probably be televised, bitch I want the world to see
Now you dumb fuckas heard of him
Sickest nigga out I found out that blood's burgundy
But they worry about Osama
9/11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama
Vietnam wars I'm sending copper galore
Bodies hit the floor god knows I'm playing lord for sure
Make money, make money-money-money
Take money, take money-money-money
Make money, steal money-money-money
[Hook]
I'm the type of nigga that she likes
Tryna bring her home with me tonight
Look up in the sky, might see me waving, girl
You get in trouble, they gonn save you, girl, girl
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Ladies show your titties, freak me with your panties off
She heard I run the city, and stay dressed in the finest clothes
So playeristic and groovy, I'm that mane
I tripped and stumbled into this rap game
And turned my struggles into a full chain
No wonder why these hoes good for nothing
Just turning texting into some fucked game
You know I get it, I did it way before I'm 30
Oh, I get it now I attract to those who's curvy
Oh, I get it I'm livin what these niggas talkin bout
She want a baller, a nigga that ain't in his mama's house
Knowin he wrong, out here sneak-fucking on his mama's couch
Nigga I'm grown, boy, you keep playing, she gonn throw you out
See that there ain't the life of a player, boy, I'll tell ya
Yeah callin all the ladies
If you sexy and you know it, bring that pussy over here
Yeah, not a square
[Hook]
I'm the type of nigga that she likes
Tryna bring her home with me tonight
Look up in the sky, might see me waving, girl
You get in trouble, they gonn save you, girl, girl
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
All my player partners ball, and stuntin was our calling
All my soldiers up, but nigga, we ain't fallin
I'm gettin paper, but I still prefer a blunt
Backwood, that good, and you know my system thump
I'm turning up my closet be fly as hell, my soul's burning
Player, play on this is that shit we've been on
Ain't turning tricks, wrapping my dick, give her a gift
Give her a ball, give her a spot, give her a lift
See, life's a bitch, so fuck the world while I exist
I'm drunk and faded, turn the saints to lunatics
Yo, what's the word?
Yo, excuse me if I slur, but you need what you deserve
Yeah, callin all the ladies
If you sexy and you know it, let this player hit you real
Drop it for me, pause for me
[Hook]
I'm the type of nigga that she likes
Tryna bring her home with me tonight
Look up in the sky, might see me waving, girl
You get in trouble, they gonn save you, girl, girl
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Sippin Hen, no ice, cause I ain't tryna chill
Everybody takin molly, I'm still off a pill
Straight up off of fig into a record deal
Fuck paying a tuition, I'd rather pay these bills
Go from bank to bank and state to state, for sure
Two chicks go mouth-to-mouth to make my penis grow
I don't care bout nothin but pussy, hoe
So now you buddin, wh you playin with that pussy for?
To my players, don't you hate a reformed hoe
Tryna act like that, my nigga Soul ain't hit before
She fucked K. Dot, even let Jay Rock
Goin nowhere fast in the same spot
Party over here, nothin goin over there
Yeah, callin all the ladies
If you horny and you know it
Get that one, you wanna stare
Yeah, drop it for me, pause for me
[Hook]
I'm the type of nigga that she likes
Tryna bring her home with me tonight
Look up in the sky, might see me waving, girl
You get in trouble, they gonn save you, girl, girl
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
Player, player fly away money, cash, hoes, money, hoes
[Intro:]
Yeah (yeah) uhh (uh-huh)
Yeah (yeah) uh-huh (uh-huh)
(Uh-huh) yeah (yeah)
[Chorus: x2]
House full of money, tub full of bitches
We be sexting all night, give yo' ass the business
Ayy, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We feelin alright
[ScHoolboy Q:]
(Yeah) yeah (yeah) uhh
(Uh-huh) yeah (yeah) ay
(Uh-huh) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We feelin alright
You see the world spins and
And we just get high, yeah
Wanted me to say somethin tight?
Yeah (we feelin alright)
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Street (yeah yeah)
You see the world spins and (yeah yeah)
(We get high...) (yeah, yeah, uh-huh) we get high
Yeah (we gon' continue to get high) we get high, yeah
(Want to be with a)
Want to be with a nigga like him
Want to be with a nigga like me (but look at you)
Want to be with a nigga like him
Want to want to want to be with a nigga like me
All me - feel free (like him)
(Like me, like be with a nigga like me)
(Like, uhh be with a nigga) ayy (like him)
(All day with a nigga like me like, like)
(With a nigga like him, wan' be like him)
What'chu wanna be? With a, with a nigga like
(Like him, wan' be with a nigga like me like)
(Be be with a nigga like him like)
(Be be with a nigga like me like, ay)
(To be with a nigga) ALRIGHT~! Bitches, yeah
1: SchoolBoy Q]
Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot
Cocaine to a rock, duece duece in a sock
Every dollar closer to a drop
Every drop is closer to a cop
Every cop is closer to a cell
Hit the cell your ticket right to hell
No job, no bail
No fam, no mail
Institution another nigga fail
Go from pussy to a prison tale
Fuck that, I quit while I'm ahead
Ship my music off with Amistad
Turn it up and here the ghetto pledge
Live righteous nigga like my brother said
King Tut, Martin Luther, Malcolm X, but ima shoota'
Top ramen, knowledge for the noodle
Finally gettin' praised
Yeah kudos
Doing bad, still love the need
Connect said it's something up his sleeve
Said, I rather bust off them keys
Yeah nigga birds and the beez
Birds and the beez
Birds and the beez
Wanna do a song, but its hard to carry on
And my daughter hungry sitting home
And my girl said she feeling lone
I can't tell its over in her tone
Only time I call is for a loan
She be stressing, so depressing
Always worried every time a lil nigga gone
Stay strong for the future, stick together, yeah suture
Get a couple wipps, yeah kunta
Schoolboy but gangsta was his tutors
Say money be the root of evil, look around and see what it do to people
Veins full of heroin using pcp inject the body with a needle
Lord help us, swear to god, dope dealers, get a job
Keep it real this shit ain't really cool, being in a cell, you ain't alive
Niggas quick to show out over cheese, love to help the devil do a deed
So I rather bust of them keys? yeah nigga birds and the beez
Tired of the same ol' shit, niggas they faking it
Niggas out here living foul
Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game
Keep these niggas right up out my lane
I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my change
(Kendrick Lamar)
Q I wanna see you do your thang
Entertainment business living limelight
Hop on every track and move them trains
Show these motherfuckers that you been tight, then they ever been
Its evident that you intelligent but you can't escape that life
And for you my nigga
I would sacrifice myself to make it just to see you hold the mic
And hit the stage and rock the set
But its hard to change when your from the set
Won't you think about it nigga, life or death
Like a cracker would like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys in jet, or you wanna see them run way jets
Fly to Singapore one way that, tell the pilot we got stacks on deck
Swear to god, its hard out here for a young black men to live
If you dont do it for yourself, then please do it for your kids
My nigga won't you tell Michelle, I love your daughter
Please dont let her grow up life without a father
Look at what you bought her, money couldn't buy
All she need is love but that shit aside
At the same time know they got to eat
Know you got to hustle, make ends meet
Gotta make time, gotta get a grind, gotta push the line, HTC, no a.c
And the block hot, you keep runnin', cop say freeze
Blue pill, red pill, choose now, birds or the beez
Count my change
1: Schoolboy Q]
The ground rising, the sun falling
The day is cool, the night's yawning
Ain't nothing else to do
But move at the speed of light AY, I'm takin' flight
NASA left behind, I'm so beyond somewhere with Megatron
I'm super gone, you can't relate to him and um
Let me free my mind, I see it all
The galaxy, she want my all
Feel like its child's play, now through the Milky Way
Fulfill my destiny, as I cooperate my record plays
My record spins, make the world win
Yeah, I see it all, become a star
Trynna shine through the fall
See you in the morning, take off nigga I'm time zonin'
Tell em' I'm sky high, going going goin'
Up there nigga I'm time zonin'
Tell em' I'm sky high, I'm sky high
Nigga I'm sky high
See you in the mornin', going going goin'
The ground rising, the moon falling
The night's cool, the day's yawning
Ain't nothin' else to do but, move at the speed of light
We travel like a comet, supersonic
Just watch out when I accelerate
Movin' at the speed of light ain't no thoughts of me using brakes
Inhalin' gravity excelling huble?
Check my levels, check my levels
Turn me up, turn me up
What the fuck, got your bitch she on my nuts, on my nuts
All because a nigga cool man I swear she act a fool
Man you know I keep it real, man for reals
Man you know I'm super ills, went to Pluto gave it chills
Man I swear they know the bills?, rising from my heels
With no ceilings or a ground, I'm probably never comin' down
Yeah, I see it all, become a star
Trynna shine through the fall
My turbo boostin', my jetpack cruisin'
Get jet lag when I come back to these fuckin' humans
I could put planet Earth in a canister
Then continue my crater search, with Captain Kirk
Look at my verse, you seein' signs
You hearing signals deciphered from District 9
No fuckin' rapper cypher when metors flyin', the meters are flyin'
But I'm way faster, run away bet I catch up, fire like strikin' matches
I'm higher with martians laughin' in spaceships its starships crashin'
Hover above the masses a massive attack when mixin'
Kendrick Lamar with magic pull rabbits from hats
Niggas, wanna hop on tracks, bitches, wanna hop on dick
"DAMN, is that a fuckin' blimp! No omg that's him!"
A shootin' star hangin' over a newer clip hangin' over
Blow me down, i'll blow you down
Trade a body for a body
Nigga kamikaze
Tired of living no healthcare, I ain't fucking with wellfare
But its rap down, Hells near, Sherm on every corner like fountains near
G rock, mountaineer, chunk coats a cop would wear, double up, roca wear
Win or lose, none to spare, black jack safety pair
20 rounds one to the head, whole clip strike the beard
Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up, simon says
Do the job nothing says, neighbors seen this shit for years
Hopped out, out of range, close up not a stain
Gut shot got him maimed
, shit bag potty trained
No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what its gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on me
Somebody had to die, a body for a body, nigga, shit im feeling kamikaze
Somebody had to die, a body for a body, nigga, shit im feeling kamikaze
Nigga welcome to Hell's kitchen, prayers missing
Doing good has no intentions, with the shit that I'm kicking
Heavens to far from forgiving
Stuck on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouttes, just like im heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction, greet the reaper
Deliver death like serving pizza, dome piece the shell cracked like Sunday Easter
Feel this heat, the pyromaniac, you niggas peaceless
Ain't shit but ash, newest task is getting cash
Smoking hash and let it ash, overtime like Steve Nash
22 by my lower calf, see a hawk, we sqeeze and blast
HAHAHA, fucking laugh, shady more than aftermath
Eminem's my limit slim, we ain't the same no synonym
No synonym, get it in like lucifer, down and dirty emperor
With hell's demons and angels, rat-a-tat-tat-tat sent for ya
I major in your minisher, left his ass holy by the minister
Immortal Kombat finisher
No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what its gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on me
Somebody had to die, a body for a body, nigga, shit im feeling kamikaze
Somebody had to die, a body for a body, nigga, shit im feeling kamikaze
Gangster gangster, read all about it, a nigga got smoked
The killers name remains silent
Gangster gangster, read all about it, there's guns in the streets
I know the governments supplying
Prison wars, race riot, ice pick in the neck, flatline
Another comic grave for man kind
Every step I take a land mine, blowin' up like 9-11, Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor
Afghan hobbies, got me feelin' Kamikaze
(KABOOM) blow up the party
Sickest lad-i-dadi, peace on Earth you dont remind me
Dying Honor, Uni-bomber, you pre-madonna, I'm ghetto verson of Gia Connor
Mob bosses, count losses gain profits, same logic
Did it all but still stay silent, keep the gangster brooding in my blood cuz'
This is who I do it for, die for my embridled wars
No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record
And I'm playing shit for what its gonna be
A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50
And my bitch and she ridin' on me
Somebody had to die, a body for a body, nigga, shit im feeling kamikaze
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night
hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that
Life for me is just weed and brews
See the hoes flock to you when your name is Q
Am I over-faded? Hell yeah it's true
Turn a beat on, ain't no limit to what I can do
See this Top Dawg in heat, but I'm a fuck the world
I'mma be on tunes 'til God re-furls
You sat me down, I'm still tryna get higher
You looked at me stupid when I twisted the fire
Meanwhile my nigga drunk as fuck
A nigga fucked up, we all fucked up
You done fucked up, I brought more blunts
Smoke back to up, you niggas know what's up
Too damn high, can't stand myself
I love drunk driving, man I'm something else
Heat on my side, you're more than welcome to melt
I'm 'bout to finish a pound, you're more welcome to help
Weed and brews, weed and brews
Life for me is just weed and brews
I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice
Yeah, you heard me right, I might fuck tonight
Wait hold up, back in this mothafuckin' bitch once again
It's the pretty mothafucka with a 40 ounce of brew
My nigga Q and we drunker than a bitch
We gettin' millis mothafucka yeah, uh
Nigga weed and brews, unbelieveable
Got a freak or two, in my vehicle
Got the purple drink, got the yellow drink
Then we mix it up, call it Pikachu
With a little bit of crack, little bit of dope
Little bit of smoke, little coke
Little weed, when they on them pills
Little bit of E, little bit of shrooms
Little bit of deuce, what it do, hand on the wheels
And I keep the illest, trillest bitches while I'm swaggin' it
Crush a bit, little bit, that's my pursuit of happiness
If I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice
Yeah you heard me righ, I right fuck tonight
If I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice
Yeah you heard me righ, I right fuck tonight
If I can fuck her once then, I can fuck her twice
Never fucked her twice, I might change her life
If I change her life, she might hit my weed
We could have a some and we could run off with three
Her, Mary, and me, I'll keep it strictly G
My philosophy upon living right
Nigga weed and brews'n that every night
Hope the pussy nice, cause I'mma fight the bitch
Beat it down and shit, I be clowning with
Black Hippy crew, how swag am I
Be the reason why, she wanna drown my dick
But soon realized, she was super dry
No paper planes, the Vegas will fly
Don't act surprised, too much Loc inside
Let's get stupid high, to where I can't reply
[Verse 1:]
Callin all the girls with the heels
Preferably the ones with the ass
Tell me girl are those titties real?
Sorry but a nigga had to ask
I say eh
Callin all the girls with the heels
Preferably the ones with the ass
No I don't live in the hills
But a nigga do got swag eh
Look into my eyes you can see I'm gone
Girl do you know what type of [?] I'm on
Word around town that I'm still unknown
Huh how the fuck that sound
Since I came up all the fucks bow down
But anyway you see this new style I found?
Lookin for a boss [?]
Put in all in hit it till she sounds
What you know about Q
Bitch I'm out the muthafuckin gangsta back
What you know about Q
Bitch I left the turf and I still be strapped
Stil on the scene with a bunch of bitches
Too many on my team need extra bitches
One at a time yeah I fucks em senseless
Gimme blowjob be my apprentice
You sexy girl you sexy girl let me rock your world
Get real nasty and lick your pearl
And do the little thing where you make it twirl
You sexy girl you sexy girl yeah I said it right
Everything in life comes with a price
Now drop it like it's hot and get down tonight
[Hook: x2]
Me and you (you) one time for the bitches (eh)
Me and you (uhhh) bring a friend to be a witness (eh)
Get them digits textin textin (yeah)
Dog or not you guessin guessin (yeah)
At my crib I'm flexin flexin (yeah)
All night long we sextin sextin (yeah)
Sextin sextin sextin sextin sextin sextin (I'm a tap that ass)
All night long we sextin sextin
[Verse 2:]
Says she never been with a star
And [?] she never met a g
Now get your pretty ass in the car
And please don't get your pussy on my seats
Says she never been with a star
And [?] she never met a g
Bitch do you know who I are
And a new nigga fuckin with me
If you wanna hang out then you gotta blow trees
If you wanna stay then you gotta bring 3
One more thing yo they gotta all drink
Another heads up yo they gotta all freak
Twist another wood then we pass it around
Take ya to the crib unfasten your gown
Yeah I'm tryna hit don't flake on me now
I ain't tryna hear you ain't sext in a while
What you know about q
Bitch I'm out the muthafuckin gangsta back
What you know about q
Bitch I left the turf and I still be strapped
Still on the scene with a bunch of bitches
Walkin through the mall and they blow me kisses
Scratchin on my balls probably call me caught me limpin
Figaro boy so you know it's pimpin
You sexy girl you sexy girl let me rock your world
Get real nasty and lick your pearl
And do the little thing where you make it twirl
You sexy girl you sexy girl yeah I said it right
Everything in life comes with a price
Now drop it like it's hot and let me fuck tonight
To the beat beat beat
Im so high, lets get high
To the beat beat beat
I'm gettin' turnt, time to pop a half
In 30 minutes then it be another half
In 15, its another half
Pop another one in 5, man this ain't the half
Im with my niggas gettin' faded uh
Cognac, vodka, gin and rum thats my favorite?
Getting twisted trippin every night like vegas
Her friend gon eat her friend
Tell her friend to save me some
Uh, back with my niggas ridin four deep
Bumpin Kendrick
prolly OD
With my nigga Soul, groovy off the OE
My lil nigga foulin, she supply the tree, paul jeremy
Roll the windows back your car off let your tires uh
A nigga stressin', take me from my problems uh
I think im comin' down, just make sure?
Who got the weed, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
Who got the drank, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
Who got the lean, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
Who got the E, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
I'm fucked up, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up) x4
Oooh, please dont tell my mama I been
Takin ecstasy and smoking marijuana, oooh
Uh, yeah thats how it is, uh
No my shit ain't for the kids
Bitch I said I turnt her off
Sunny D gon keep me on
Swear to God we smoked it all
Keep on smokin till its gone
Man, that ho gon fuck us all
Know the words to every song
Her lips on my peace pipe
Baby can we get along, uhh
Lets turn it up a level, uhh
Comin down so fast man look up at the devil, uhhh yeaah
Man I swear this ain't the half
My crib your number, photo?
Nigga, coke or ecstasy
I'm dope girl, let me free your brain
I'm goin' insane but physically im still the same
Codeine Xanex keep me tame but nothings like my mary jane
Who got the weed, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
Who got the drank, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
Who got the lean, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
Who got the E, nigga get me fucked up(fucked up)
We can have a rendezvous
Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two
I know you're used to niggas running game
But I ain't playing games
Trying to introduce you to my last name
Let's get acquainted
Let me be your fiend, you be my nicotine
I'm about to take a hit, shit
Damn, start a fam
Take you to the crib, show you how I live
Need you by my side, you could be my rib
Your friends messy, baby, I could be your bib
Fool for your love, my pretty angel, you came from above
My little ghetto dove
Hold me down and I could take us up
You that nigga
You that nigga
Real go-getter
And I'm that bitch, so you better come get her
She wonder where we're going next
Want a rider if you know what's best
I can be your iron knight and you I will protect
Inhale your love and let our souls connect
Go deep inside
Steal your heart, take away your pride
Can see it in your eyes
The way a gangster got you smiling took you by surprise
Got me smiling too
No waiter, girl, you are the menu
My number one fan, you are the venue
Fuck show money, rather you're my revenue
Smoke a blunt or two
Gaze at the stars, keep us hypnotized
Reach for the sky, I could take you to the top
I hope you do comply
We can have a rendezvous
Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two
Later on, shit, let's see what it do
Been chasing you for a while, let's end the pursuit
Lock you down and throw away the key
My new life the only place for you to be
Glad you chose a G
[Intro:]
(Strolling in the park)
Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
You need a gangsta baby - ayyy
Just tryna give it to ya
(Walking in the dark)
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby!)
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
He might say cause but he ain't fucking with cause
Yea I'm Q
But you can call me Quincy if you want or whatever baby, it's all love
Fuck all that rapping - Let me talk to you
Book you a ticket so we can kick it
Make an escape somewhere we'll be safe
Close your purse, I got my Visa on me
Pick out whatever, it ain't shit but money
Turn you to my honey
Take off my (saboteur?), wipe your nose for ya
Climb a mountain in the snow for ya
You see these dummies always cut you lose, but so much that a G can do
Hit the weed, have a drink or two
I pay attention, I can listen too - You say he fucking who?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak, let's cuddle in these sheets
Let me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?
From a lost child to a woman
Eye contact and soft kisses
Strong grip, she want a gangsta, on crip
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
(Strolling in the party)
Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
Just tryna give it to ya
(Walking in the dark)
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby!)
[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
A 5'3" stallion
Daddy was from Harlem, Her momma was Italian
I don't see the challenge of having two girls, you just gotta keep the balance
I told her light that candle, I heard you do yoga, I'm tryna see examples
Yo ass is like a handle, see us on the front page, that'll be a scandal
Take off this red shirt, then my flannel
I need some head first, then I'm a fuck you in them sandals
Hit the coochie like a dime sack - ain't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?
Close your eyes, go and try that
You only live once and I know I got you soaking wet
Is the liquor store open yet, I need some moet to pour it on yo ass like a paint
Back shots leave the pussy shaking - this my open invitation
In the morning, make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Underground Royal
Flow over they heads - air duct
Upper crust, toast bread
Talk of the town, thinking you know everything 'bout
A nigga cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shop
Gossip before your man came get ya
Youtube clips can't show it all
Come and get down if you really wan' get up, baby doll
Ain't nobody 'round to judge, go on
Get if off your chest, vent, come up out that dress, bitch
She ain't take offense
Proceeded to take hits of the pregame twist, smoke out, smash
Grub a little bit, pass out, post-game events
Too high to find the remote, fell asleep to a infomercial
Woke up in her mouth, reruns of Full House, followed by some Urkel
OG my strain, rarely do I blaze purple
Some of them growers be in a rush, fucking the game up
You gon' learn about all that stuff long as you hang around us
Go on roll up
[Verse 1:]
Everytime that I wake up, I swear I'm never down
Even when I'm in my dreams, I'm high off self esteem
Blowin' on that Jamaica my niggas love the team, marijuana fiend
Keep your Black N Milds and cigs cause me no nicotine
I keep my pimpin' mean
Me and Musa as we pulled up on them sixes just to go and bust some bitches
See them motherfuckin' wheels, sex appeal
And if I'm in the backseat with them tints, that Glock concealed
They eye us as we peel like the, orange hat that I be stylin' in
Like a zanny or a klonopin
All your swishers, they be model thin
We plus size, nigga!
Like Tocarra and them, shining like a halogen
So bright, like highbeams, headlights and midnight
That one of Rhode Island's watchtower sights
Yeahh, the world is all I need
But if you don't know anything just know I got some weed
[Chorus:]
Bet I got some weed [x2]
You don't know anything? Just know I got some weed
Bet I got some weed [x2]
Ain't got no money mayne, but bet I got some weed
Hey, who got some weed?
Who got some weed? [x6]
[Verse 2:]
Let's go chill up on my balcony and feel the breeze
Open up a corona and see who got some weed
If we don't have no trees then let's gather up the fees
Hundred dollars, that's a seventh of the sour D
Make a order it'll be here a quarter to three
Smoke it till we on E
Then we fill up again with another 10
Then we just go run back to the cheese to fill our, family needs
No a rease, smoke one for our G's that ran with a strike of 3's
We dyin' up in every plea
So for ya'll my niggas swear to God my heart will bleed
Kick the shit for my lifers and ones who kickin' seas
Even if it's just 5 dollars keep your brain on free
Elevate your mind cause in due time you wine and dine
Something fine in that
Kush blunts soon be your valentine and my shit be Columbine
My friends is all I need
But If you don't know anything just know I got some weed
[Chorus:]
Bet I got some weed [x2]
You don't know anything? Just know I got some weed
Bet I got some weed [x2]
Ain't got no money mayne, but bet I got some weed
Hey, who got some weed?
Who got some weed? [x6]
I got bitches on my right, gangstas on my left
Everybody fully loaded better watch your step
You keep running your mouth, or I'm hiding where you slept
Bitch you be all? for fucking with a?
Dude this for my niggas, bet they say it's worth it
So I don't leave the studio not until it's perfect
Can't you see I'm grinding, can't you see I'm working
Down to give this motherfuck the life and that's for certain
Sipping on that lean, same colour as Easter
This weed halloween, hi It's nice to meet ya
Checking out my cee-lo, it's on another
Couple hundred kilo, spend it with my brother
I got a hundred mothafuckers and it's cracking (crack)
Everybody do know my situation was happening (happen)
Bitches on my right, gangstas on my left
Everybody wave your? around and bang the?
I got money in my wallet, money in my pocket
Burner in my hand, so you better watch it
Bitch, I am the man tryna make a profit
Hope you understand, nigga what's ya logic?
Sagging in my jeans because I'm good
Fresh as listerine, and still I'm good
Bitch I'm bout my paper, I'm bout that butter
Roll me up a blunt, time for another
Everybody paper chasin', working on a situation
Giving bitches penetration, Houston rocking, got it popping
Niggas like to catch a? ever seen a nigga drop
Coup the wrap ...
Cock it back then shoot the cop
Flee the scene then get the cream
Then go split it with my team
Live my life and live it right
Shit I'm the homie with a mic
The homies out here ain't nice
Earn they stripes, serving white
Shaving coke, nigga what you living for?
Nigga finally on another page
Glock forty or the gauge (fade)
Hit a nigga with a blade, lay down, blocka
Then go around, blocka
Then another, take cover, black zip covers
Pass the deacon speakin', say the briefing
I know I left that nigga leaking
I know I coulda let him slide
But shit I'd rather slide a nigga
Shots will dive inside a nigga
Clean and sanitize a nigga
Smooth operator, Under-layer
Fast forward them shots and those who play us
Got love for my haters
I'm gone see you Vegas
I put it? kiss my mind
Free amazing see my rhymes still amazes
Amazing ass nigga here to lick and pass nigga
Scheme ass on blast nigga
You say you doing bad, nigga what you lying for
[Featuring: Ab-Soul]
Drugs, drugs, got them hoes again
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down
Comin' down off a pill, see what next we on
Bad little bitch in the driver's seat
Fuck them rappers, should be bumpin' me
Puff on your own, shit, I puff alone
Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch
Mastermind, the bitch stole my dick
Stuck me up, and didn't hit a lick
Retaliated, had to bust off quick
Uh, let me see, here's some orange juice
You like taking E? Hennessey, yeah, on the rocks
Take a shot and I'll take a bop, uhhh
Little sarcasm, swag O.D. got 'em all laughing
G Hippy, he gon' orgasm
Leanin' out the 4, now I'm really spazzin'
Hmm, Backwoods, that good, high as hell
YSL, nigga, rack me out, rack me out, I say rack me out!
Just sold it out, then stack me out
Fuck all that shit you be talkin' bout
On the come up and the world can vouch
Been around the world, now my mommy house
Uh, pulled her panties south and I stuck it north
Yeah I fucked, of course
Having intercourse, I can fuck for life
Guess I fucked her right
She keep talking like
You nasty (you nasty)
You nasty (you nasty)
You nasty (see Q you know you nasty)
You know you nasty
Bet I got some weed
Bet I got yo bitch
Bet she on her knees
Bet she swallow dick
Bet she love my swag
Bet she leave yo ass
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down
[Ab-Soul:]
Solo ho (solo ho)
Solo ho (solo ho)
Leanin' like a motherfuckin' cholo, ho
Blue chucks on, El Pollo Loc'
Black lip bastard, O.G. master
Off of E she climax faster
Spread her legs like mayonnaise
Been had game since Sega Saturn (Soooul)
I won't pass the weed, but I'll pass your bitch
Would you relax a bit? I'm on activist
Them niggas thought I had a laxative
Now, ain't that some shit?
Hmm, ain't that some shit?
She suck dick, but she don't give me no lip
I run shit, but I don't be on no field
Bust on hoes, don't need no clip
Now, that's gangsta, bitch
Rollin' through the city with my gangsta bitch
I'm a gangsta, bitch! (HiiiPower)
We on y'all heels like anklets
Q, tell these niggas what we on
[?] hallway, blowed all day, carry on
She unzipped these 501 jeans, after that she told me
She told me...
You nasty (you nasty)
You nasty (you nasty) SOUL!
You nasty (see Q you know you nasty)
You know you nasty
Bet I got some weed
Bet I got yo bitch
Bet she on her knees
Bet she swallow dick
Bet she love my swag
Bet she leave yo ass
Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down
Marijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, titties
Ass, titties, pussy ho, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy ho, ass, titties
Ok! Extra pills, extra pills, I got extra pills
2 for the 10, nigga, extra pills, give your bitch some sex appeal
Hey Soul! (extra pills)
Nigga, what'chu want? (extra pills)
2 for the 10? (extra pills)
Well, fuck it then, nigga, give 'em extra pills!
Extra pills! Extra pills!
Fuck that, nigga! 2 for the 10, OD on a nigga! Extra pills!
Uh, uh, I said extra pills!
Still got the baddest hoes, still burn the finest weed, everywhere we go, they still know who we be
Now, take a picture
Now, let me be, TDE
Got them hoes again, Q, Q, ay, ay, Q, got the weed again
Solo
[Hook]
Have pistols in my hands,
Have pockets full of o s
Whole life I ve been a G
Have bitches on the block
Bad strippers on the pole
Have cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the door,
So I turned that to a rock
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
I m a drug dealin nigga
Cause the grades ain t get me paid
My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid
See my daughter needs some shoes,
And my mom work overtime
So I m standin by that stop sign, with nickels and them dimes
Keep that work, got that oxy
Need that kilo, call that papi
Know my stylo, shrimp with sake
So that heroin look like tuffy
Keep my nina, just might off him
Know them boys like me don t play
Most of my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th
Grandma said be home by night
But her old-ass sixty somethin
So three hours later I, still I love her R.I.P.
When she died I took her place
And became a fuckin G
Moved my crack across the street
Drug dealin nigga x4
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
[Hook]
Have pistols in my hands,
Have pockets full of o s
Whole life I ve been a G
Have bitches on the block
Bad strippers on the pole
Have cocaine in the pot
So I turned that to a rock
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
I m a dug dealin dealer
Roll my cycle on Hoover street
Just a year after Pac died
We all bumped Suga Free
Didn t know what he was sayin
Till them years done jumped to three
Learned the game, slangin hoes
And every car door need a key
Trap them smokers day through night
Sellin bozels need a slice
Life is crack so shoot the dice
Get the cheese but cut the mice
Enemies be left to write
We don t call our shit the trap
Bitch we call our shit the set
Unless we alter we in no route
After crack was Oxy next
But thank god the yay was yay
Off the yee like it s the Bay
Rock a chain I m kuntake
Out in Texas, what s the word
Keep them packs and that s for sure
Slang to him is slang to her
Ask a fiend, they will concur
Drug dealin nigga x4
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo
[Hook] x 2
Have pistols in my hands,
Have pockets full of o s
Whole life I ve been a G
Have bitches on the block
Bad strippers on the pole
Have cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the door,
So I turned that to a rock
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
That yay yay, that yay yay
[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]
What it's like for a nigga like me
Livin' out his backpack every night needin' a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it
Four's for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker to a critic
Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg
I was hangin' on them corners late
Pockets wasn't straight, bitch
I ain't gon' make it at this rate, dawg
Know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga prayin' up to God just hopin' that he hear a nigga
I know the world got more problems and it's much bigger
But I figured, I'd get some shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas that'll never make it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin' hard, don't let ‘em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin' in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas that's gon' fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just wanna say
[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]
Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga
Really think about it, could be worse my nigga
Don't stress my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my nigga
[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now how the fuck I'm ‘posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I'm here huggin' on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin' of some bullshit to tell him, like
“It'll be okay. You'll be straight, it'll be aight.”
Well, fuck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether it's money or some weed or puttin' in work, fuck it, then I'm ridin'!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldn't stick around
Told myself that after y'all moved that I'd be a fuckin' fool
To be livin' by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain' solid brah
Keep playin' ball cause it's the only way up out it brah
A nigga proud of ya'
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I'll have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin' breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far we've come, but most, I'm sorry for your son
[Hook]
[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
And you ain't gotta shed no tear
I'll be everywhere
And I'mma always be right here
I ain't forgot those years
I'll be everwhere
But I'mma always be right here
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Livin' in a premature place – wait
Never grow to see the pearly gates – break
Every time a bullet detonate – dates
Of obituary carry crates of a scary picture
With a family member that relate to ya
In December you was finna pin another case
On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe
As the record spinnin' you was hearin' angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin' from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didn't hit the block again
That's because the minute after you had moved you would be slain
Open up another chapter in the book and read ‘gain
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
Everybody ain't (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, you're blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my nigga
Don't stress, you was granted everything inside this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga
You reject these niggas, that neglect, your respect
For the progress of a baby step, my nigga
Step, step my nigga
One, two, skip, skip
Back, back, look both ways
Pull it off the hip
Blast at anybody say that you can't flip
This crack into rap music every other zip is a track
Get used to it, get it off quick
Come back, give back to the city you've built
That's that, don't trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg
It ain't nothin' but a bunch of fuck niggas dawg
In a minute everybody gon' be winnin'
Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all
[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
Oh oh, luxury
Chiddy ching ching could buy anything, cop that
Oh oh, collard greens
Three degrees low making half of me, drop that
Oh oh down with that shit
Drink shit smoke spiffs smoke with the shit, aye
Oh oh down with the shit
Pop this, pop this down with the shit
[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Smoke this, drink this
Straight to my liver
Watch this, no tic
Yea I'm the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas
Smoke, shots out the liver, faded, Vegas
Might sponsor the killer
Shake it, break it
Hot for the winter
Drop it cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
Rock it, blast blast new beginnings, lovely
Thinkin' how not I remember
Fiendin'
Gimme gimme gimme some
Freak the freckles off your face
Frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue
Click my leak and snatch your buns
Loose it then don't make it numb
Blow it baby, no Sudan
Icky icky icky
Fucking in the car service
Thank you for the car pool
Chromosome thoughtful
Prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco
Popping since the intro
You shopping from the window
Play my favorite tempo
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hold up biatch
This your favorite song
Translation, ven aqui, Mami, asi culo
Tu quero comer mi guevos
Si poppin' tu es perro pasa bendeho
El pinche cabron
Let's get it
Nights like this I'mma knight like this
Sword in my hand I fight like this
I am more than a man I'mma God
Bitch touche en garde
Tupe drop and the beat just pop
Under that tank top and bra
And when I say
Thuu thuu thuu
Bitch that be K-dot
She want some more of this, I give her more of this
I owe her this, in fact I know she miss the way I floored this
I'm for kiss
I know my Houston partner drop a four on this four kisses
And slow it down, alright let me blow this bitch
I'm famous I blame this on you
Cash in the mirror
Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest
Watch it, your eye fixed poppin' out you look the weirdest
Pop my top with a 105, head no power steering ah
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it
Still never robbed them guns in the basement
Out neff have a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherfucker
Water is garlic go crazy like no other weeds
We steady blowing
Pass the boy to the mamma, runs in the family
Fuck keep a nigga fiending uh
Faded faded faded right?
Shot glass super size
She gon' get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside
Stick it up your Southside
Icky icky icky
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students lovin' Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too