SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Jay Rock, Ab-Soul – What’s The Word

[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, go hard for the squad like, bam!
Spray with a stain on it (shit)
Flamed out the nozzle, at it full throttle
Acting hyena, black ninas
Uh, it’s young niggas heating up Phoenix
Top Dawg familiar, crept with a Dillinger
in my fifth pocket, chump niggas stop it
Say you pressing who? Fuck around and get a tattoo
Have me dumping out the sunroof
Consequences you done ran through
Caught his ass slipping looking pretty in them sandals
Keep the gangster to the streets, you know the shit was handled
Ten speed, handle bar shit, Astro fit
Hopped off with a message in a clip
Inbox read (third verse), hitting till the third
I’ll be back up on the curb, what’s the word, word, word, word, word?

[Chorus: Ab-Soul (ScHoolboy Q)]
We continue to bring you
nothing but that true gang-
-ster shit you can move to, groove to, ooooh
(What’s the word? What’s the word? What’s the word?)
We continue to bring you
nothing but that true shit, G shit

[Jay Rock]
Never had much, always had heart
Always had guts, I don’t 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 cry, yeah we wonder why
Stress on my thoughts, blowing weed out my jaws
Four-five niggas riding five deep in the car
Choppers in the trunk, choppers in the front
Catch a nigga slipping, then we taking what we want
Gang affiliated, a lot of niggas hating
cause a nigga red, steady beaming like a laser
Product of my environment, can’t help where I came from
Watts, California where a nigga got his game from
Name from, what it do? Go ahead and blaze one
Be patient my nigga, we gon’ ball when the day come
Disrespect the click, then I guess we gotta take one
Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something
I guess we gotta shake something
Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something
So what’s the word?

[Chorus]

[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, young 50, raw central kid
Macks near fucking lose your lip
Probably see me on Figg, 81 bus stop
Liquor stores and, hooker whores and, needle poison
Uh, everybody crooked
Lights out, shooting ranges, shit is dangerous
Keep your shoes tied motherfucker
Shit, it gets live motherfucker, shit’s real
Get your ass trampled in the field
Youngin, should have let your muscle build
Broken jaws, and them stars be the evidence
Just another nigga tatted up upon my abdomen
Y’all squabbles, gang meetings, set functions
Have my shit bumping
Mid-central and Wayside stay jumping, we riding out
Middle finger, fuck the law, shoot they momma’s house, hahah
That’s the word

[Chorus]

[Ab-Soul]
G shit
G shit
G shit
We continue to bring you

SCHOOLBOY Q – Tookie Knows (Interlude)

Uhh, uhh, uhh
Everybody get low, get low, head shots, head shots
Head SHOTS!
Na na na (uhh) YAK, na na na na na na YAK
I’m weeded, I need it, I want it, I’m blunted
Na na na na na na na na na na
I want it, I want it
Na na na na – I want it, I want it
Na, na na na na na na na na
Na na na – I want it, I want it
My hundreds, MY HUNDREDS!
Na na na, I want it
Na na na na na na na na na na

[ScHoolboy Q]
Sniff it, then I inhale it
The fake’ll be all about it
Sprinkle me, inhale it
Sniff it, head bobbin
Sprinkle me, inhale it
Sniff it, head bobbin
Sprinkle me, ‘hale it
Lift it, head bobbin
Oooh! Gimme the white toe tags
Toe tag, toe tag
One tag, two tag, three tag, fo’ tag
YAK, YAK, UNGHHH, yeah!
Uhh, yeah!
Where’s the motherfuckin money, my nigga?
Where the money my nigga?
Na na na na na na na na na na
TOOKIE KNOW!!!

SCHOOLBOY Q – There He Go

[Verse 1:]
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, what 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:]
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:]
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 hard 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

[Hook]

SCHOOLBOY Q – Sexting

[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 flow 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 so my dick can drown
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

Still on the scene with a bunch of bitches
Too many on my team need extra benches
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 its 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 (Ima tap that ass)
All night long we sextin sextin

[Verse 2]
Says she never been with a star
And I can tell 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 I can tell she never met a g
Bitch do you know who I are
Ain’t 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 caught me limpin
Figaro boy so you know its 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 its hot and let me fuck tonight

[Hook x2]

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Jhen̩ Aiko РSex Drive

[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
Poke my [?] 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
We can fuck and fuck and fuck again

SCHOOLBOY Q – Sacrilegious

[Verse 1]
Gloomy on sunny days
Shadows no house or trees
Prayers now close to me as I bow down and take a knee
Hell goes far as the eye can see
Hoodies and weaponry
Naïve to being free
Locked up, we chasing keys
How ya eyes investigate us
While we look up to entertainers, ball players, pistol bangers
Big brothers, uncles, uncles
Betrayed by a lot of homies, all my friendships stay on shuffle
Huddles, steady find a plan, spread evil beyond the land
As I clench down upon this trigger
The burn fuckin burn
Every step to getting deeper
Survival my main concern
Marinating in satan’s sweat, take a sip of this holy water
Hoping god still keep me blessed
With a dark shield for my armor

[Verse 2]
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
Its no different from wars, its 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

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Ab-Soul, Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar (Black Hippy) – Rolling Stone

[Ab-Soul]
Drugs and girls
Uh, show me some love, my love
Last time I checked, you loved my love
Placed nothing above my love
If you leave, come back, like above your butt
No ifs, ands or buts
Yes I’m fishing, but I still wanna fill you up
“When the love runs high”
Hah, 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

[Kendrick Lamar]
Hoe, we up in this party, HiiiPoWeR, money showers
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
“When the love runs high”
Hmm, a perfect ten living on cloud nine

[Chorus]
I like to drink all the time, fuck all the time
Anything that can get me out of my mind
I’m a rolling stone who needs another home
especially “when the love runs high”
(Now everybody in the place)
Tote, tote, tote, tote
Tote, tote, tote, tote
(Do it till you can’t feel your face)
Chug, chug, chug, chug
Chug, chug, chug, chug
(Everybody in the place)
Tote, tote, tote, tote
Tote, tote, tote, tote
(Do it till you can’t feel your face)
Chug, chug, chug, chug
(Now stop, and just groove)

[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, faded off life
See the dope man, time to get right
Uh, open up a Bud Light
Don Julio, Coronas, comas
Bad bitches, bad bitches
Calling bad bitches, bring your friend to be a witness
Uh, “when the love runs high”
Pfft, whatever that mean
Uh, need a shot, you the vaccine
You pumping through my veins, I’m a crack fiend
Uh, you’re the crack
Uh, drive your ass all night, meet the chauffeur

[Jay Rock]
Bend you over in a Rover, it’s over
Never sober, my cup runneth over
“When the love runs high”
Better know girl, you fucking with a soldier

[Chorus]

[Jay Rock]
Blunts and broads
Drinking on liquor that’s hard, oh my God
Baby tryna grab my drawers
They call me Dozer, I knock down walls
Jose, that’s my homie
He’ll have you calling Earl in a hallway
“When the love runs high”
I gotta come down just to party
I’m turned up, maxed out
Willie Manchester, blow your back out
Baby girl, my advice, better back out
Got that dope stick, I’m the crack house

[Ab-Soul]
Listen ma, I got a role you can act out
and then like Prince’ pants, get yo’ ass out
I don’t need a princess, I need a mistress
I’ll stick a dick in a damsel in distress
‘Soul!

[Chorus]

SCHOOLBOY Q – Raymond 1969

[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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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

[Hook]

[Outro]
Make money, make money-money-money
Take money, take money-money-money
Make money, steal money-money-money
Kill money, my money-money-money

SCHOOLBOY Q – Nightmare On Figg St.

What’s 50 grand to a muh fucka like me, can you please remind me?
Shit, I’ll remind ya
Put that steel behind ya
Put ya five inside ya
Better chill out wit’ all that flossin’ potna
(Ball so hard) you must be cray
Leave em 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, TDE
Well fuck it nigga lets 4-peat
A dope Hoover dealer, uh, ADHD, fuck that
Lets bake coke and cook crack
Fuck the sheriffs, the gang unit
Fuck crash
Pimp hoes or wring 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
Niggas better hope our star poppin
Before I start robbin the reup wit oxycontin

[Hook]
On figg we see it
We need it
We want it
We get it
Its stormin’, its snowin’, its floodin’
And still out here thuggin’
On figg we see it
We need it, we want it
We get it
Figg get the money yea
Figg get the money yea

Uh, whats 50 grand to a muh fucka like you, you still need a reminder?
(Yeah, thought so)
Shit I’m loco
38 brown [?] call him coco
Stick around the block boy
Tell em go go
Don’t stop shootin til ya all red tho
Yellow tape muh fucka shoulda yield ho (shoulda yield ho)
Why you all tough fo’?
See yo’ gangsta ass later at the crossroads

The landlord turn your lieutenant into a tenant
And if ya rims spinnin’ ya jaw dented
Ima 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
Nigga you must got me confused
Bitch I’m from the groove
On figg side makin moves
Drive to pussy more than I do to church
No AC, but the heater work, MURK!

[Hook]

SCHOOLBOY Q – Niggahs.Already.Know.Davers.Flow

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 cuz 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 cuz ain’t hot
Niggaz already know cuz won’t pop
Niggaz already know when my shit drop
Niggaz already know yo’ shit stop
Niggaz already know you can’t top!

[Chorus]

SCHOOLBOY Q – My Homie

Mmm mmm yo yo YO!!
Yo yo, yo yo yo yo
Wait my whole life, to do this motherfucker up
Yo yo yo weed and Courvoisier and shit
Yo yo, yo, uh-huh
Nigga been waiting to get a Alchemist beat
since I bought “1st Infantry” and shit, hehehe
Yo yo yo yo

[Chorus]
What’s a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and bitches
Hangin with snitches
Shit it wasn’t my intention

[ScHoolboy Q]
I didn’t know; I knew him for years
Who would think his gums were soft
To all my niggaz I would die for
Load my pistol up go out and war for
Spend my last you keep yo’ 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 was my mane, nigga
I wouldn’t figure you would be on that stand
Puttin my life up in yo’ hands
Pointing your finger like daaaaamn! For really though?
We was just slingin oxy like a year ago
You knew my sister though, auntie cousins, and my uncle Joe
Cuz you hit my ‘dro
See my nigga youse a ho; remember them Cheerios? (Yeah)
Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor
I’m like fo’ sho’ (Donatello) catch you on the rebound
You bound to drizzown, grave lounge where you sit down
What goes around comes arizzound, the sky’s up
Inhale it slow, keep yo’ mouth shut
Bet he won’t tell no mo’

[Chorus]

[Interlude #1]
Bitch-ass nigga (fuck yo’ ass comin from?)
Fo’ sho’

[Chorus]

[Interlude #2]
Bitch-ass nigga (who the fuck you on the phone with?)
Awwwwww shit

[ScHoolboy Q]
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
You got your sentence reduced cause you told ‘em I pulled the trigger
And I was lookin out for you! (YOU!)
Tried to show him just how we do
Put all my shit aside and 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 dick plenty
My shootin figure itchy, but I hope somebody get him
but probably not’ shit I ain’t sweatin it
Cuz 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 ’til forever if we had too
But it’s all cool

[Chorus + Interlude #1 + Chorus + Interlude #2]

[Outro]
Started around the bottom
Started around the bottom, ended up at the top [2X]
Don’t let these niggaz know your plots
Wha-word, wha-word, word… Q!!

SCHOOLBOY Q – My Hatin’ Joint

{NyQuil Man}
Nigga just be wantin all the hoes sometimes
Nigga want every last one of these bitches
Nigga do anything for a bitch…
I had to tell the bitch, heh – y’knahmean?

[ScHoolboy Q]
Q! Look at you (look at you) now look at me (me)
Now look at him (look at him) now back at me (me)
I’m sayin doe
I ain’t tryin to be your nigga, what you playin fo’?
Okay okay okay okay
Came up from the bottom yeah that Hoover Figg
Real life fifty niggaz, so I like ‘em thick
And by lookin 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 ignorin his calls when you fuck with Q
Drop your panties to the flo’, down below your feet
Spread them pretty legs and shit let me see
Hey! You should fuck with me huh?
Yeah, yeah!

[Interlude]
Man that nigga, that nigga he can’t protect ya
Remember when he had left ya?
You took him back from that heffer and then he did it again
And tried to fuck on your friend and got caught up once with your kin
I’m sayin doe… that nigga like
Shit thirsty for the bitches, saggin my pants and shit
Paid this much for the belt, I better crack a bitch

[ScHoolboy Q]
Word around that nigga Q in town
I heard it’s for a show, but let me call my hoe
They be like, “Bitch you bet’ not be out with them niggaz!”
Oh, oh, oh…
Soon as she hang up with ‘em, she like “There he go”
Got me 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 matchin too
Ooh, with the finest weed I show you what these O.G.’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
I just swag so fuckin hard she bringing up her nigga
(Fuck yo nigga) I beats the pussy up
Girl you my main contender (fuck yo’ nigga, huh?) Yeah

[Interlude]
See you keep bringin up him and then he be hanging with them
And then they be hangin with her when he really should be wit’chu
What I do, see he can’t do, this is true
You should tell that nigga you through
I’m sayin doe… like nigga like
Shit I don’t know; shit I had to nigga
The bitch was bad nigga, shit
I had to get that one!

[ScHoolboy Q]
Fresh up out the studio like can I live? (Can I live?)
Looking for a hoe so I can break her ribs (break her ribs)
I’m sayin doe…
I got a couple hundreds what it’s hittin 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 hair and waist, pillow to face
Satisfaction at it’s highest point, I set the stakes
Plus your nigga over there with Tammy n’em
Giving that bitch all your time, why you deal with him?
You oughta win (win win) yeah!

[Interlude]
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 treatin you like them bitches
You his main or his mistress? I don’t get it
How you livin? I’m sayin doe… like
I don’t give a fuck bruh
Like I said, the bitch was bad bruh, I hit it
Too bad cuz, I had to hit it
A nigga was cheatin on her anyway
Definitely cheatin on her!

[Outro: repeat 4X]
My hatin joint, my hatin joint, my hatin joint, my hatin joint
Too much gangsta in my lungs for me to hit a joint

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Kendrick Lamar, CurT@!n$ – Live Again

[Kendrick Lamar]
Lifestyles of a kid that 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 tryna serve
motherfucking eight-balls till we live at the pool hall
and knock billiards out of business, ya bitch
That’s my surroundings in Compton, have common sense
Smell death in the air round here, that’s a common scent
You know the gunpowder
You when your homie barely blink he just done powder, only at seventeen
You know the common statistic inspired by Hoop Dreams
Now hired by street schemes of getting blood money
I try my best to stay focussed and hope the city love me
Pray it’s not lust, cause if it is I’ll be dead 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 just life
where I’m from

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
If there’s a shining star
Hope my city’s not too far
So we can live again
See, where I come from it’s hard
Hope all over we can start
So we can live again, so we can live again

[CurT@!n$]
I seen this youngun 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 cause selling nicks was lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked at me like I was crazy, I said listen man
I’d 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
See, coming up we ain’t have shit to keep our mind focussed
I love Mike, but it was a hassle trying to buy Jordans
My nigga hustled all day in front of the corner store
to get a pair, and niggas killed him right in front of the mall
Huh, so all that hustling for nothing then
I threw my pair on the light pole because of him
like, fuck it man

[Chorus]

[ScHoolboy Q]
Tryna move forward, 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 vital
No idols, bunch of ‘em read bibles
Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples
Smokers get high as Eiffels
Addicted to being fiends cause of Feds, as we pledge to let our plague spread
Tiny this, and if it that they banging back
as they a-dapt to being black, straps and gang tats, look
Rats get mouse traps, can’t afford tuition
But hit a lick, I bet I earn crack, I heard that
Looking at the sky, just hoping that a light will shine
Daylight saving time all the time on this block of mine
All the time with this Glock of mine
Swear to God man it ain’t a rhyme, I grind for a piece of mind
Co-sign

[Chorus]

[Excerpt of Black Ice performing on Def Poetry]
“When you look at my brothers, what’s your first impression?
Does the sight of us leave you guessing, or do you understand the stressing?
The aggression, the look of no hope on my niggas’ faces
like the Lord overlooked us when he handed down his graces
You see embraces fall short on the numb tips of street entrepreneur fingers
Stuck on the walls of the project halls where the coke smell still lingers
External blingers is all we can be, cause on the inside we’ve been given nothing to shine on
And a gig is harder to get than coke, so niggas get they grind on
cause the TV tells us, aim high nigga, make all goals lateral
But see that takes paper that we don’t have so niggas put they souls up as collateral
Now, some niggas reclaim ‘em, some blame ‘em, make an excuse to sell ‘em
But when a nigga goes from not doing to doing, what can you tell him?
Not to be a nigga? Shit, I gots to be a nigga, that’s how I pay the bills
and I’ma do that whether I got to sling this coke or exploit these rhyme skills”

[Chorus]

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Punch & BJ The Chicago Kid – I’m Good

[ScHoolboy Q]
As a younger age, never really gave a shit
Just my grandma arms, kept me out of harm
Nigga went to class, my football pass
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

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q over an incomprehensible sample (BJ the Chicago Kid)]
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…
(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…)

[ScHoolboy Q]
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
[?] 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
Lay it down, then he dimmed the lights, played it right for the night

[Chorus]

[Punch]
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
But I’m good

[Chorus]

SCHOOLBOY Q – iBETiGOTSUMWEED

[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 cuz 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 cuz 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]

[shout outs till the end]

SCHOOLBOY Q – How We Feeling

[Hook x2:]
House full of money, tub full of bitches
We be sexting all night, give your ass the business
(We feeling alright)

[Verse 1]
You see the world spins, and, we just get high
Wanted me to say something tight?
(We feeling alright)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
You see the world spins, and, we get high
We get high (We going to continue to get high)
(Want to be with a, want to be with a nigga like him)
(Look at you, feel free)
(Or be with a nigga like me)
(Or be with a nigga like him)
(Like)
What you want to be? (With a nigga like)
(Or be with a nigga like me)
(Or be with a nigga like him)
(Would ya be with a nigga like)
(House full of money)
(Bitches)
(Street)

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. A$AP Rocky, Lissie, Ke’Ondris – Hands On The Wheel (Remix)

Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit [3X]
Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 a.m., summer night
Hands on the wheel, uhh-uh, fuck that [3X]
Hands on the wheeeeeeeeel!

[ScHoolboy Q]
Life for me is just weed and brews
See the hoes flock to you when your name is Q
Am I overfaded? Hell yeah it’s true
Turn a beat on ain’t no limit on what I can do
See this top dog in heat, but I’ma fuck the world
I’ma be on tunes ’til God refurls
You sat me down, I’m still tryin to 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 mo’ blunts
Smoke back to up, you niggaz know what’s up
Too damn high, can’t stand myself
I love drunk drivin, 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
Hey!

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Weed and brews, weed and brews, life for me is just weed and brews [2X]
I fucked her once then I could fuck her twice
Yeah you heard me right I might fuck tonight
I fucked her once then I could fuck her twice
Yeah you heard me right I might fuck tonight
Hands on the wheel, uhh-uh, fuck that [3X]
Hands on the wheeeeeeeeel!

[A$AP Rocky]
Wait hold up, back in this motherfuckin bitch once again
It’s the pretty motherfucker with a 40 ounce of brew
My nigga Q and we drunker than a bitch
We gettin Millers motherfucker 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
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

[Chorus]

[Ke'Ondris]
Yo, yo yo yo – I’m so high up in the motherfucker
Can you go and get a white girl with a fat ass and all black like damn!
Better yet go and get a black girl
with big tit to act white like all her friends
Bones crack-alackin-lackin-lackin-lackin-lack-a-ling
My snake is rat-tat-tat tat-tattling
She blowin me up like an atomic bomb
inside of a toxic factory
Why you so mad at me? Wanna go underneath?
She undercover, never goin any further
Wanna go and take a hit of the weed
and sip on this gasoline
I can’t believe what I’m seein
Yo’ ass too phat in them jeans
So! Let me demonstrate, mother and them hating
Between her cheek, what she make? Lemonade
With my tangerines, head tighter than a braid
Comin back from the supermarket with some grade A eggs!
Yeah, ha ha ha ha ha! 2012
Yeah uhh, new beginnings
You’ll see a lot more of me – Ke’Ondris

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. A$AP Rocky – Hands On The Wheel

Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feeling lit, feeling light, 2 AM, summer night
My hands on the wheel, uhh, fuck that

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
If I fucked her once, then I could fuck her twice
If I fucked her twice, I might change her life
If I change her life she might hit my weed
We could have her 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, hit that every night
And her pussy nice cause I 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 I soon realized, she was super dry
No paper planes, the bangers are fly
Don’t act surprised, too much Loc inside
Let’s get stupid high, to where I can’t reply
Love smokin’ dope, I won’t compromise

[Hook]

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Curren$y & Dom Kennedy – Grooveline Pt. 1

(Strolling in the park)
Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
You need a gangsta baby, 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 cuz but he ain’t fucking with cuz
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’mma 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

[Hook]

SCHOOLBOY Q – Gangsta In Designer (No Concept)

[Hook]
Bad bitch long hair skin pretty curvy ass
Flat stomch double ds please be the berkin bag
Designer heels, her man’s pants how you fit in that

Look at me ray bans I ain’t tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain’t tryna match
Smooth watch [?] pop the dirty tag

[Verse 1]
Okay I’m energized, say my tunes turn her on
This ain’t enterprise but keep it boo lets bring it on
I’m hella high back to back I smoke alone
Unless my nigga soul around fuck it cuz lets blow a zone
Now carry on assume you niggas need a loan
Quit it with the textin cuz 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 shirt [?] slippers
YSL see the logo on my zipper broad
Servin me she goin down yeah I had to tip her

A-ten-hut

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
High power bitch let em know the players here
I said high power bitch gimme gangster of the year
This for my [?]homes on fig and homies on the [?]tier
Always keep this shit groovy nigga ([?] n’a sheds a tear)
Black gat black whip no tags on it
Face tats cuz for sure gon throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap nigga muthafuck 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
Now my weed habit always funded
And these college bros be fuckin do whatever have em flunkin

A-ten-hut

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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 whats up 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 muthafuckin glue
Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou

A-ten-hut

[Hook]