ScHoolBoy Q - Hoover Street lyrics
rate meYeah, uh!
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, aha, aha
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 their formula
See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill for,
Then rewind my ..., then unroll my...
The bad guy never once been a hoes’ hero! He get zero!
I said nada, bitch pass the karma, oh, oh, oh, 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, some time gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
It's on like night fall, some time 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, some time gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
Hook:
I done jumped off my ass,
Hit the lick and barely pass
But I quickly got the balling.
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, oh, oh, uh, uh
Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga!
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
Meet Glock clock familia, yeah!
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 ...
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 about!
Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit
And every day 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!
Do some many Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops will never get the leak, grandma taught me well
And my uncle gun was the accessories,
2011 sipping plus a robbery, yeah!
But this little Piggy went to market,
This little Piggy carry chrome
Hook:
I done jumped off my ass,
Hit the lick and barely pass
But I quickly got the balling.
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, oh, oh, uh, uh
Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga!
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
Meet Glock Clock familia, yeah!
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,
The 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, oh
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back,
He called us over like, “Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
We’re like, “Damn, nigga!”
Then again, Hey, yeah,
We’re 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
But this little Piggy went to market,
This little Piggy carry chrome
Hook:
I done jumped off my ass,
Hit the lick and barely pass
But I quickly got the balling.
2012 ain't really happened,
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, oh, oh, uh, uh
Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga!
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga
But, oh, oh, uh, uh
Meet Glock clock familia, yeah!
