Oxymoron Album Lyrics by Schoolboy Q


Schoolboy Q Lyrics

Oxymoron Lyrics
(Lyrics to the Full Album on one page)

Gangsta

Hey, turn it up, Hey
I know none of y'all probably never Heard this shit
I play to y'all anyway, f*ck it!

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
We, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, G
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, groove
Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
I'm gangsta, gangsta, gangsta G
They want that gangsta shit!
Knock knock knock yawk (yawk yawk yawk) Gangsta shit! [x3]

[Verse: ScHoolboy Q]
What it do young nigga's
What it do young bitch's
I got my drink in my cup
I got my backwoods no swisher's
And bitch I'm faded (Faded), f*cking faded (Faded)
Yea I'm famous, what I'm famous, f*cking famous
Nigga I made it!
When I was broke I got me that nine
With my nine I hit me that lick
And then with that lick, it came with that yola
With that yola it came with your bitch
And see now your bitch she gon' work on that corner
I don't care if that ho get ammonia
Racks and you won't get a quarter
She don't run game, I'm the only controller
So wassup now? straight pimpin' over here
Put that shit on burst, nigga
I be checking ass all on the curb nigga
You could smell that she f*cking with a Figg nigga
What it is, nigga!
Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate
Out of my mind, this world, I'm hot got damn it I'm fly (Yay Yay)
My grandma showed me my first strap
My nigga Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats
I finally got mine (yawk yawk) dirt now (Aye)
Real nigga's don't die homeboy, we multiply (Shit)
Come around my town you clown, that's suicide

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]

 

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Los Awesome

[Hook]
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you

[Verse 1]
Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my third leg
Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit
It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licks
Get NUT up out the bitch, gangbanging, f*ck a clique
Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
See, my cripping done spread around the world
Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer

[Bridge]
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Strays through your living room
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th will be in June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound that the drums seen

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen
Shells through a nigga (bariiing-riing-riiing)
Stop a dream in its tracks beam down
Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body
A$AP.Rocky, want it I could get it
Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
Diamond on my rollie teach a nigga how to fridge it
Looking at the time, been winning for a minute
See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?
Seen the souls long gone before I got them
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the cripping
Blue on campus know it happened
Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the cripping
Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo!)

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
I'm just an Eastside nigga
Where them niggas say "Show you what it be like, nigga"
Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga
Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds
Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins
Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good
Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?
We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers
Niggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar
Seen the souls long gone before I got them
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper

[His & Her Friend Interlude]

 

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Collard Greens

[Intro]
Yea, yea, yea
Uh, uh.. yo, yo

[Chorus: Schoolboy Q]
Oh, oh, luxury
Chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
Oh, oh, collard greens
Three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
Oh, oh, down with that shit
King shit, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Oh, oh, down with the shit
This, that, pop this down with the shit

[Schoolboy Q]
Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver
Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots out the liver
Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer, shit
Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter
Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, pinky how not I remember
Fiendin'; gimme, gimme, gimme some
Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue
Click my link and spread your buns, lose your denim, make it numb
Blow it baby, no Saddam (icky, icky, icky)
F*cking in the car service, thank me for the car pool
Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco, poppin' since the intro
You shoppin' from the window, play my favorite tempo

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar]
Hold up, BIATCH! This your favorite song
Translation: Ven aqui mami, asi culo
Tu quiero coger mi huevos y papi molestes pero
Chuparse puto pendejo 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'm a God bitch, touche, en garde
Toupée drop and her two tits pop, out of that tank top and bra
And when I say "Doo Doo Doo Doo!" 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 forgis
I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this, and focus
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 optics, poppin' out, you look the weirdest
Pop my top on the 105 head with no power steering, ah!

[Chorus]

[Schoolboy Q]
Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed 'em
Guns in the basement, out they have a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off this motherf*cker
Psych ward is ballin', dope craze like no other
Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my Mama
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiendin'
Uh, faded faded faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no its not the westside
Stick it up me 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 loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh

Writer: Kendrick Lamar, Kendrick Duckworth
Copyright: Lyrics © R.RIERA Music, Top Dawg Music, Axel Morgan Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., WB Music Corp., Hard Working Black Folks Inc.

 

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What They Want

[Intro]
This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from
Drop your pants to your knees, yeah, I got the codeine

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
Might pull up in my bucket
This nine holds a good dozen
Might slide up in your cousin
Just made a mill and still thuggin'
Niggas banged on me, but they should of shot me
See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him
Court date, but I skipped the bail
Rather wig myself before I sit in jail
Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean
Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip
Don't trust no ho, I might sock the bitch
I'm apocalypse to your politics
Might cop the Phantom, get ghost
I can pay your bills with this coke
Need an extra band for this smoke
I can see for miles with this scope, nigga
Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer
Misses Piggy want a piggyback
Rock cremation then called it crack
I'mma keep on eating till my ankles fat
Sell that fix, throw it cross the map
Push my penis in between her lap
Put my semen all down her throat
Till Tito kilos come off that boat

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]
This the shit that they want
This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from?
Drop your pants to your knees, girl I'm capital G
This the shit they gon' buy
This the shit why I'm fly, this the shit why I'm high
This the shit they gon' want, this the shit that they want
This the shit that they want (Tell 'em, tell 'em)

[Bridge: Schoolboy Q]
If you see my watch I might hit it
If you see my check I might hit it
If you see my house I might hit it
This the shit that they want, this the shit that they need
This the shit that's from me
This the shit they gon' want, this the shit that they want
This the shit that they want

[Verse: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow
Speeding through the yellow lights
She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe
I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice
If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I'd be scared of heights
And I'd be dodging the po' lights
When I was poor with no lights, when I was poor with potential
Watch my flow in four inches, oh lord she in Christians
All gold on my Adventist, pull it down and she kiss it
All gold where my wrists is, God there's just no convincing
Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted
Moving my whip down the boulevard
Word round town I was selling hard
Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo
Hit her on the floor and then I lay low
Amigos say "que pasa with the pesos?"
Promethazine codeine, caseloads (TRU!)
And when I pull up to the valet
You know I got the strippers on payroll!

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
100k in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk
She gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal
She gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hat
This that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climax
This that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hard
This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop
And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores
Come in kids, lock the door, knock knock knock, hit the floor
Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot
This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real
This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's
She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed
All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot
Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks
This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot
This that filthy convo, this that must be Figg Road

[Hook]

[Bridge]

 

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Hoover Street

[Intro]
I got that work, f*ck Labor Day, just bought a gun
F*ck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang... Last night it was a dream
This morning a fantasy back
When the only fan I had was a fiend
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea
But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula
See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'
Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo
The bad guy never once been a hoes hero
He get zero, I said nada
Bitch pass the cama (Uh, yeah)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
I'm a product of a real nigga
La-la-la familia, real nigga
Get confronted by a real nigga
F*ck with one of my real niggas
It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga
My whole life I've been a real nigga
La-la familia, real nigga
Get confronted by a real nigga
F*ck with one of my, real niggas
It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?

[Beat Change]

[Hook]
I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass
But I quickly got to to ballin
2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping
Eyes open night to morning
Had roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo
My grandma can't control him
But... uh, uh
Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
But... uh, uh
Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga
But... uh, uh
Meet Glock clock familia

[Verse 1]
Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
Eat so much pussy that my mustache pink
Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt
Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out
My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep
I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame
Orange-yellow, higher than Margiela's
Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal
From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout
Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit
Whether jacking radio's or sucking dick
Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips
Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much
To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't f*cking with work
Now let's re-rewind it, answer my church
Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt
Around the same time all you niggas was on purp
My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze
Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese
[?] in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
She always got me things that we couldn't afford
The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers
Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, Golden Eye was away at war
We wasn't thinking of getting money then
Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz
Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
I also notice moms be locking doors when he around
But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us
My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to piss in cups
Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
Moms used to tell me like "nigga, know who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like "Hey"
YAWK, YAWK, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, nigga"
Then again, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan, nigga
Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page
Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help
She should've never left her gun on the shelf
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome

[Hook]

 

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Studio

[Hook: BJ the Chicago Kid]
I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you, baby
But this song so f*cking dope, girl, it's hard for me not to play it
To tell the truth, wish it was you in this booth that I was blazed with
So I'm just sitting in the studio just trying to get to you, baby

[Bridge: Schoolboy Q]
See I've been in the studio just trying to get to you, baby
All night laying verses though I'd rather lay with you, baby
Bra and panties matching, nail and toes, you walk kinda lady
Angel out of Heaven, such a goddess have a nigga prayin'

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
You need a real nigga shorty so come in
Throw that pussy shorty, see I think you and me can make it
This little verse to get you naked
See your heart ain't meant for breaking
Cupid's never been mistaken
See, I been caught up in the moment
Shit, my type ain't quite her type
But now this gangsta nigga on it
She can twist my weed and hit the 'yac
I can hit your type without the hat
I put that pussy on the map
I see qualities in a bad girl, I know that ass you got
Come with attitude and your swag, girl, you ain't wrong, girl
Just when that door knock lose your thong, girl
Cause you girl, cause you girl, girl, cause you girl, girl

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
Throw and loc your pussy, girl, you knowing that your nigga faded
Can I hit that pussy way I wanna while this record playin'?
Put my tongue in different places, play a game of Operation
Na-na-na-nla-nla-la-la, you get what I'm sayin'
No methaphors, nothing like that
I'm keeping it straight to the point with you
'Imma put this dick up all in-side-of-you

[Hook]

 

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Prescription / Oxymoron

[Prescription:]

[Verse 1]
Prescription drugs, show me love
Percocets, Adderall
Xanny bars, get codeine involved
Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off
I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought
What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep
I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep
My mommy call, I hit ignore
My daughter calls, I press ignore
My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch
Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
I had a bust out in the 80's but yo, the karma's worse
I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when [?]
My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box
Prescription drugs

[Interlude: Joy]
What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!

[Verse 2]
Prescription drugs, I fell in love
My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
My body numb, she like to give me hugs
I love her touch, I get a rush
When she don't come around, I start to go nuts
My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain
My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this time
He said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes"
I don't decline, at least that's in my mind
Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees
Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC
Continue right, remember seeing light
Wise night, but that's my life
Prescription drugs

[Joy:]
What's wrong you tired? You mad? OK I love you daddy

[Oxymoron:]

[Hook]
I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
O-X-Y, a moron
O-X-Y, a moron

[Verse 1]
Crazy, got my sex on wet in her Mercedes
Ladies, get these off new shoes for my baby
Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi
What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
You gotta reel 50 times just to get a rack off
Ungh, I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's
Only took two days, only read it one time, with his son, belly shine
In the rain for about nine months out the year '97 right here
For Seattle nigga, cheers
When I look up at y'all city
Like lookin' in the mirror, damn near had a career
Just might shed a tear
Ungh, yo, man this shit right here
For my niggas who ain't make it home, sitting on a tear
Got a dap to a nigga bright in here
Feeling life ain't fair
If I was in your shoes I would've copped, don't care
Had a scene, had the medics like *clear*
Ungh, big body cold like a Polar Bear
Ungh, I done sold more shit than hookers
Expensive tees, resemble a push up
Stopped selling crack, cause white don't f*ck with niggas
Vanity slave, got whips and chains
Dirty money, clean money the same
Even if I got life, I ain't saying a name

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my bitch booty
Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley?
Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this titty
Let a nigga f*ck then my dogs see your kitty
Just stopped selling crack today
When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr.J
I prescribe you I'm your doctor kay?
You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit
You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit
Do you like this shit, nigga?
Your brain go numb, synthetic heroine
Without the injections, do the same love and affection
How could they say feeling good is an addiction?
But the world is full of shit so I don't listen
In fact "we livin' to die" is a contradiction
So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one

[Hook]

 

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The Purge

[Intro: Joy, Q's daughter]
My daddy said you're a nigga

[Hook: Tyler, The Creator]
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Mothaf*cka, this is war

[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]
Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment
Deadline my clothing, don't f*ck with Pink Dolphin
Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened
Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin
Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah, I ain't on no dolphin, f*ck rhyming, I'm cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin'
F*ck your bitch in front of your children
Steal your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let of a bag (YAWK, YAWK)

[Hook]

[Interlude]

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
House full of kilo's, sold pound to zero's
Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deboed
Always asking for the burner light, young niggas still free load
Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal
I'll re-end your dental, crippy my house shoes
Blue rag deciphers, murder I'm liable, you get the Eiffel
Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once
Won't get the strike twice, you niggas half price
Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf
I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock-knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the five dues
But Hoover respect to you unreg, don't f*ck around, get that chin banged
Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile
Belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortez's, hush puppies
My Glock, yeah, f*ck buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah

[Hook]

[Interlude]

[Bridge: Schoolboy Q]
Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all my myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself

[Interlude: Schoolboy Q]
Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothaf*cking Gotti
Still rolling in a 6, I don't f*ck with the Bugatti
Come up in this mothaf*cka looking for a bitch
Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed it on the lips
The [?], South Central setting them
Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles scratch
Get roped and choked and rope-a-dope'd
Extra overdose of the Oki-doke
Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about
They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out
They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
Now cock back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow)
Walking in South, pistols popping, top is popping off
Pop a tab in this neighborhood, rode it 60 bars
Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussy like octopussies
Show me where the money at, show me where the kush is
Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't be f*cking with pussies like you
Me, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we told them

[Hook]

 

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Blind Threats

[Intro]
Right, uh, same shit every day, homie
Lord please forgive me for all my sins
Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday, homie
Walking in the valley of the shadow of death
No rules, right

[Bridge]
Washing my sins off in hell's water
Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em
Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me?
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

[Verse 1]
Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch
High on on some drug, I'm Space Cadet
Dreaming I don't live up on the block no more
Trapping trying to make it out this obstacle
Life on the edge, hell a block away
Pretty Snow White turned eight today
Selling that base, no Dr. Dre
Uh, guess who in the building?
Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim
Uh, kneeling down with some questions to address like
Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best?
The 10 commandments, I can mark five checks
But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats
Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex
Faith in a four-five, I call it the clarinet
Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid
All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to compadres
When the sun go down, I'm predictin' a heatwave, forecast your whole body
Heat on, room full of homi's, I just pray that the Lord got me

[Hook]
But if God don't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way
Mic check (La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low)
But if God won't help me, this gun will, I swear I'm gon' find my way

[Verse 2]
Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance
Kill mine, kill yours, make it even
Soul need saving, Mr. Preacher
I know I only come around when it's Easter
Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time
When I'm in jail or when my card declined
Uh, will you answer me?
Take me out of Hell and make plans for me?
Misery loves company, ain't a surprise
It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to survive
But we would never make it out alive
We living to die, oxymoron
Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive
Running through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide
Car window shattered, glass on my right side
Dogs bark in the backyard, root for me
Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40
Spoiled only child, baby boy Jody
Same jacket on from back in the day
Praying that the Lord come and take me away

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
It go tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking
Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin
Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinkin'
On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances
Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you
It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol
Cause I'm a suit case king
Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin
No wage bet, we stay winning, play it again, yo
Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again
Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents
Get out the way or let the shotty dispense
Revenge killers who make the events iller
This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz
The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth
You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill niggas

 

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Hell Of A Night

[Hook:]
Get up out your seat
You can have my drink
Let me see you dance
Get up off your feet
You can be my freak
Let me see you jam
When the sun falls
Then the moon lights
Might be a hell of a night
Go, go, go, go...
Get up out your seat
You can have my drink
Let me see you dance
Get up off your feet
You can be my freak
Let me see you jam
When the sun falls
Then the moon lights
Might be a hell of a night
Go, go, go, go...

[Verse 1:]
Shit's real and I just begun
So many ladies wanna share my tongue
Uh, man this life of mine
Me in the lead being pressed for time
See the bottom, gon' pop
Then my record gon' spin
Then them hoes gon' jock
Ain't no telling how my night might end
Night life in the bright lights
Uh, swagging hard in my Concords
You at the bottom, we the Top Dawgs
We get high as them elevators
Take a sip with me
Now move your hips with me
Now make it dip for me
Now will you ride for me?
Will you die for me?
WIll you jump off a cliff and hit the sky with me?
Uh, ménage á troìs, four titties, no bras and no flaws
You, me, and her ball with no drawers
Get high with a God I am no star
Feeling good, all this money on my bank card
10 grand in my pocket, nigga, all ours
Porsche Panorama, uh, yeah, four doors
Pedal to the floor, ain't that what it's made for?

[Bridge:]
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if the world stops
We been living up in Hell's shop
We been living up in Hell's shop
So I'm a live it to the top notch
I'm a live to the top notch
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if the world stops
We been living up in Hell's shop
We been living up in Hell's shop
So I'm a live it to the top notch
F*ck with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Uh, got the whole world tryna figure out Q
You can never find a nigga do what I do
TDE, I'm the nigga from the crew
Hit it one time, now she wants round two
Ghetto chick, but I love them bamboos
No lean, but I chopped and screwed
She ain't the groupie type but I had to
Champagne pop, I'm about that life
Molly gon' pop, I'm about that life
Backwood toke, I'm about that life
Living good, might not remember this night
World might end, so I'm living my life
F*ck hanging out, I ain't tryna fly kites
Tryna go to Paris? Nigga hit me on the Skype
Tryna do a show? Nigga twenty for the hype
Uh, don't touch me, bitch, I'm famous
Tryna ball, then bang your fingers...
Living large, I'm an entertainer
So cold but I come with flamers
First sex, she up in my closet
Whips drawers while I top the paws...
Girl let me see you stop and pause it
F*ck around, might pay your mortage

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Writer: Quincey Hanley, Dacoury Natche
Copyright: Lyrics © Schoolboy Q Music, Sony/ATV Sonata, Sony/ATV Ballad, Dahi Productions

 

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Break The Bank

[Verse 1]
F*ck rap, I've been rich, crack by my stick shift
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first
GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine
Nina my new thing, blew up before fame
Heart filled with octane, fire in my soul
Burn through my shoestring, came up from boosting
Du-rags and flatlines, drive-by's at bedtime
Get down, I earn mine, so one loss they can't sign
Thank God that I'm straight, no wonder my mom prayed
Lost one of my cuzzos, cursed from them devils
Good weed and me time, goodbye to Nissan
Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

[Hook]
So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind
Niggas talkin' 'bout, soundin' like la-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, niggas talkin' 'bout
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do
La-da-di-do, la-di-da-di-da-di-do, now we 'bout to break the bank

[Verse 2]
My time to show out, finally the illest Crip
And I guarantee, I spit harder than concrete
Surprised I got teeth, my lungs inhale keef
Peyote with THC, swingin' for the fence
I hope I make it out the park, where the baseheads slide
After dark, where the bangers get caught
Hid the gun in the trees, arrest me by the court
I just wanna smoke weed and sip lean by the quart, for real
Good weed, I hit that, crack rock, I sold that
Oxy, I hid that, right by my nutsack
F*ck pigs, I bust back, learned that from Deuce rap
Peanut and B-loon, had gats before racks
Way 'fore I found rap, bitch I had them things wrapped
Astro on my cap, this shot ain't no phone app
Chucks on my young heel, make sure that my sag ill
Learn my set trip grill, trade in my big wheel
Good grades and skipped school, this life gon' catch up soon
Sure 'nough that shit did, 20 year old kid
Got off my behind, write me some sweet lines
Cause one day my story gon' pay

[Hook]

[Interlude]
Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know I'm around boy
Tell Kendrick move from the throne, I came for it
I hope this f*ckin' hit arrange for it, cause Goddamn

[Bridge]
What you talkin' 'bout if it ain't 'bout the money?
Neck full of gold, I'm attracted to the honey
Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money
On Figueroa, close your eyes, might need ya mommy

[Verse 3]
F*ck rap, my shit real, came up off them pills
Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal
Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving
Bitch call me 2 Chainz, units be moving
Go hard for my Joy, so she don't need no boy
Smile stay on her face, big room with her own space
Up all night, the hard way, don't care if it take all day
I let y'all f*cks parlay, you wonder why I'm straight
New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row
Bow down her tempo, I don't know her info
Threw up my peace sign, go rare with mignon
Cause one day this rappin' gon' pay

[Hook]

[Bridge]

 

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Man Of The Year

[Hook]
Bruh, I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh, man of the year, man of the... bounce

[Verse 1]
Home of the party and the trees
Sunny land of the G's, please let a nigga breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed, peace, love, enemies
Nigga I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet? Got pipe for the cheeks
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat
F*ck that, this year gotta eat, bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge, man I heard you a hound
Bruh, man, that bitch need a pound
Tip-tip-tip bounce out her gown, hands high to the sound
Uh, yeah, I'm the rich nigga now
Bitch, I'm the talk of the town, make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the boy
Pop down to the floor... bounce

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Home of the slanging on the curb
Weed cards every corner sell herb, watch ya fly to a bird
Nigga, I could pitch you a curb
Let this real shit occur, make mills from a verb
Nigga cop a crib in the burbs, nigga
You ain't said nothing but a word, smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then nigga going broke by the third, bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow, every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
Bounce from the ground, hype for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop down from the floor... bounce

[Hook]

Writer: Quincey Hanley
Copyright: Lyrics © Schoolboy Q Music, Sony/ATV Ballad

 

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His & Her Friend

[Intro: SZA]
Can I show you this world babe? (Can I show you the world?)
Ain't no rules to this night darling (No rules to this night)
(But you)
Can I show you this world, darling? (I know, I know, I know)
Ain't no rules to this night darling (I know, I know, I know)
As I focus my frame to truly adore you babe (Truly adore me, that you adore me I know)
Can I show you this world, darling? (I know, I know, I know)
Ain't no rules to this night darling (I know, I know, I know)

[Schoolboy Q]
You know Q gon drop that funky shit you know Q gon spit that real
How you not like me?
How you not love me?
How you hide your feelings?
You get hooked from the jump
It's the first of the month
We be good for the week
Won't last for the day
Just right for the night
So right for your life
Let the truth be told
Let it crush your balls
Then I'mma heal your soul like
I could make you feel good your skin, baby
I'm the blood in your heart when it pump, baby
I'mma be there with you till you turn 80 and I know
Uh, your family got so much to say, baby
I'm the thing that make pain go away, baby
When I'm warm and you sick to your tongue, baby and I know

[Hook: SZA]
I know, I know, I know, I know
Can I show you this world babe? (Can I show you the world?)
Ain't no rules to this night darling (No rules to this night)
(But you)
Can I show you this world, darling? (I know, I know, I know)
Ain't no rules to this night darling (I know, I know, I know)
As I focus my frame to truly adore you babe (Truly adore me, that you adore me I know)
Can I show you this world, darling? (I know, I know, I know)
Ain't no rules to this night darling (I know, I know, I know)

 

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Grooveline Pt. 2

[Suga Free:]
Mm hmm, check it out
I overlook your condescending tone
If you heed the gravity in mind
Let me pimp, don't make me pimp
Let me

[Hook: ScHoolboy - SZA in background]
Got a sack of marijuana, think I'm 'bout to bend a corner
Ain't no telling who my money for
Got my dope from cross the border
Got my home on Figueroa, ain't no telling where that pussy go

Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy]
Check the forecast, it's wavy Q
I should make the news
My fortune said that I'll be pimpin' you and your pussy juice
Super sweet, sell a trick a treat
Hope your lips in shape, cuz you worked yo feet
As you stroll them streets
Beeper checkin', hope no cops arrestin'
Girl, I told you them NARCS be pressin'
Better act you a pedestrian and don't mention my name
My pimpin' is game
Cold limp with my cane, got gold on my chain
Come pinky my ring, it's so blickety bling
On 51st and Fig, grew up about 10 minutes from the real Ricky
Where the shoelaces is orange with "H" hats like we from Houston
Condoms in hoes' purses
With baby wipes for they coochie
You's a ho that's selling booty
No need to be acting bougie
Bitch, I give your ass a noogie
And a chicken nugget and make you watch me at the movies
I'm panoramic, my filming be rated pimping
My mink draggin' with two bitches that go and get it, my hoes get it!

[Hook 2]
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (Yeah that's right Q!)
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Sell that pussy for me
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four
Sell that pussy for me
Will you sell that pussy for me?
Will you sell that pussy for me? (I ain't asking!)

I'm tellin' you
Bitch!

[Verse 2: Suga Free]
Uh huh, yeah watch me go Black Forest ham
A new school player laced with the old gift gab
And don't let yo Shark Week mouth override yo Green Goldfish ass
So for every ho you clown, I'ma crown too
And anything good hurts and I cried
Shit I just don't want to throw it up in my motherf*ckin' face
Or I choose to not do this around you
See ho you like a brain aneurysm
Want two heads with the same dandruff in 'em
Only to scratch the itch with baby rattlesnake fangs
No Head and Shoulders or anti-venom
Yea P, this is gentlemanly leisure, the oldest game left to play
And the hard hed that make a soft ass played out
Will forgive and forget yesterday!
Now get em Q
A pimp on foot, go to sleep, call us, wake up to a Cadillac
Remember Forrest Gump walked and.. he was pretty stupid
So you know what?
Accept the fact that the bitch belongs to the world P cuz
That ho only yours as long as she hoin'
But Happy Pimpin' and Merry Ho Ho
Keep an eye on bottom bitch too
Cuz that bitch'll run a ho or two off mayn
Pimps only f*ck with pimps homie that's why we so solid
Red to blue, to debt, to due
It's easier to put a watermelon through the eye of a needle
This is done by choice, not by force
I ain't askin', I'm tellin' you

[Hook:]

 

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F*ck LA

[Hook X2]
Pussy lips, Contraband's for chips, sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades
Renegade, f*ck what rappers say, bitch I am LA!

[Verse 1]
Gimme bucks, might show up in tux
Got my millions up, nigga what?
Spanish ho in cut, she supreme deluxe
Asian broads eat Caucasian broads, guess I'm dipped in sauce
Link up fool, gunplay pika-boo, guess who tagging you?
Bring showers through, grab ya bathing suit
We-we-wet em all, cannonball
Swipe my debit card, fly from here to Mars
Nigga what? Got my millions up
F-f-f-f f*ck you mean? We stacking green
Stacking stacks of green, flip them, trampoline

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Groovy Q, murk the judges crew, f*ck the jury too
Bang the set, rep my 52, young hog down to shoot
I keep a Glock or get razor sharp, bitch, get left with Pac
My Biggie knock, he won't know who shot, fearing down the block
Or serve this work? Lay back close the curt, pop my collar first
And blew my trees, put my nerves at ease, 'til my trigger squeeze
My heater heat, still I'm high off weed, bitch thats high degrees!
I money make, AM out of state, call that wake and bake
Bring cookie sheets, dope boys on the beat, well known in the streets
I'm crip for real, way before the deal, had them Oxy pills
In act we sell, straight from Murderville, yeah we served a lot
Left days on blocks, got them tens in socks, nah nah not talking shoes
I'm talking rocks, had the dopest spots, look out for the cops
My mini-me, snatch the dope and flee, guess thats how it be when you OG
He said he lived through me, but (sss) I'm stacking mills
I'm speaking real, shock the world for real
Pull up in that ill!

 

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Gravy

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Hook x2:]
Everything good, everything good gravy
Donk in the trunk, flat in the front, maybe
Star in the face, eyes of the waist, crazy
Everything good, everything good gravy

[Verse 1:]
Everything straight, everything playeristic
All my girls faded, all my girls panties missin'
Donk in the trunk, flat in the front maybe
Big in the hips, slim in the waist, wavy
Everything good, everything good poppin'
Hoes over there, hoes over here, options
See eyes on the kid, eyes on the kids jockin'
Cameras in the street, birds in the sky watching
Trees in the blunts, stunt when I run, Groovy
Drawers fifty dollars, never in the mall bougie
King bucket hat, this one in fact Gucci
Domo on the hill, make a hoover feel coochie
Booked for the month, came from the slum pay me
They snoring, your crowd boring, they look lazy
I'm touring, my crowd roaring, they going crazy
Everything good, everything good gravy

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Came for the crown, life for the town, awesome
Party over here, hoes in the back tossin'
Frames to the chain, rang through the bling, flossin'
Gat with the locs, cops even use caution
Everything good, Backwoods feel amazing
Everything straight, shit we all pick the chasing
Everything pop since we pop from the basement
Since fans in our rearview and crack in our Asics
So we living basic, uh, I'm rocking shit
That bitches say that be they favorite, uh
She got up in the room with me and stop behaving, uh
She heard the stories, now I got a West craving, uh
She want me, a run bump me, and feel comfy
I humpty to dump dumpty, her ass donkey
Exploring the world touring, they go crazy
Everything good, everything good gravy

[Hook x2]

 

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Yay Yay

(Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

[Hook]
Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do' so I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
That yay yay

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
I'm a drug dealin' nigga, cause them grades ain't get me paid
My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid
See my daughter need 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 steelo, shrimp with sake, sold that hero'n, look like toffee
Keep my nina, just might off him, no them boys on Figg don't play
Most 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 something, so three hours late aiight
Still I love her, R.I.P., when she died, I took her place
And became a f*cking G, moved my crack across the street

[Bridge]
Figg get it, get it yeah
Drug dealin' nigga
Yawk yawk yawk

[Hook]

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
I'm a drug dealin' nigga, roll my cyc' on Hoover's street
Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free
Didn't know what he was sayin' til them years done jumped to three
Learned the game, slangin' hoes and every car door need a key
Charge them smokers day through night, sellin' pies who need a slice
Life is craps so shoot the dice, get the cheese but cut the mice
Enemies be left to right, we don't call our shit the trap
Bitch we call our shit the set, unless we OD with Reynold's Wrap
After crack it's Oxy next, but thank God the yay was yay
Off the yee like it's the bay, rock a chain I'm Kunta K
Out in Texas what's the word, keep them packs and that's for sure
Slang to him and slang to her, ask a fiend they will concur

[Bridge]
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Writer: SAMUELS, MATTHEW / KRUGER, BRETT / EPSTEIN, ZALE / HANLEY, QUINCEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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