Schoolboy Q - Hoover Street

Текст песни: Hoover Street

[Intro:]
 I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
 Fuck 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
 Fuck 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
 Fuck 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 fucking 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
 Threw some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
 The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well
 And my uncle gun was the accessory, 211 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 cause 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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