Showing posts with label Schoolboy Q. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Schoolboy Q. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Stalley Feat. ScHoolboy Q - Man Of The Year (Remix) Lyrics


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Thursday, 13 March 2014

YG Ft. Schoolboy Q & Jay Rock - I Just Wanna Party Lyrics

YG Ft. Schoolboy Q & Jay Rock - I Just Wanna Party Lyrics:
Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

I’m drunk off Hennessy
Hope I don’t run into my enemies
That dark lick will give you energy
Now I ain’t rich, but I’m finna be
Your baby mama’s a flip, she wanna hit a G
I’m back on that bullshit
But she ain’t fucking and that’s bullshit
I can’t die, I got too much to live for
I’m getting money, that’s what niggas rob and kill for
Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha
But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon’ whoop her ass
All my homies gangbangers
They dry their clothes on hangers
All these hoes fucking, but they don’t wanna seem like a ho
So you gotta hit ‘em on the low (You gotta him em’ on the D-Low!)
West side, different money game
Socked the mouth for tripping, he lost his watch and earrings

Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

Nigga, I’m from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I’m well-known
Hoover stomp until the cops come
Silver satin get the job done
Money ain’t everything, but still I’m rich
Money ain’t everything, I’m still gon’ crip
From Figueroa to [?] where we sock on lips
We break on jaws, niggas since VCR’s, nigga
We hope out cars, nigga
I be groovin’ till I die
Smokin’ weed until I’m fried
I could sell a key to God
Pants saggin’ with the Glock
I ain’t wanna pick the box
All my homies gangbangers
We keep a thumb between our two fingers
We trippin’ off the Henny
So don’t let me catch you slippin’ in the 50′s, Ricky

Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

Nigga, I’m from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic
Gang bang, slap a bitch
I ain’t with the extras, I ain’t got a stunt double
You ain’t got no hands so they might let the gun touch you
Is you banging or you balling, nigga?
You a fax machine, we can’t call it, nigga
Everybody ain’t a friend, reason why I keep a fo’
You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, nigga
She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it
And if she give me that back, bitch, I’mma break it
Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas’ll chase it
She acting like she be nutting, some bitches are faking
You fighting to save many souls, know that you losing
These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozing
YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging?
Shouldn’t have chunked his fingers up if he ain’t banging
I’m ashamed

Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

Thursday, 20 December 2012

ASAP Rocky - Phoenix Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz, Ab-Soul, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q)

ASAP Rocky - Phoenix Lyrics (Ft. 2 Chainz, Ab-Soul, Kendrick Lamar & Schoolboy Q):
bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
michael jackson even passed could you scrutinize ?
fuck illuminati lies, sayin’lucified,
baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide,
cause the ride come with doors that be suicide ?
or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized ?
good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side,
now all hail to the lord like you do to god,
who am i ?
lord flacko,
painting vivid pictures, call me basquiat or picasso,
capo head hancho, now my followin’s colossal,
ain’t no box of ??? but got the chooper thought of ???
it’s like you heard, god spoke,
i’ve seen the ghetto gospel,
the ??? like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low,
shits to mary jane to make me see from ??? them high notes,
the bible or the rifle…goodbye folks.

bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide,
kurt cobain even died could you scrutinize ?
it’s a fine line between truth and lies,
jesus christ never lied, still was crucified,
that’s why i never judge another nigga,
life’s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas,
3-2 a bed, sheets, no covers nigga !
dirty kitchen, no supper in the covers nigga,
sucker niggas,
wassup my niggas,
so my new attitude is like “fuck the niggas !”
i grew up with niggas,
but don’t fuck with niggas,
i don’t trust them niggas,
ain’t got no love for niggas,
had the gold grills shine like them southern niggas,
kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin’ with us !
meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas,
now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas !

Friday, 6 January 2012

Schoolboy Q - Blessed Ft Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Schoolboy Q - Blessed Ft Kendrick Lamar Lyrics:
[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]
What it’s like for a nigga like me
Livin’ out his backpack every night needin’ a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!
Ones for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it
Four’s for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker to a critic
Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg
I was hangin’ on them corners late
Pockets wasn’t straight, bitch
I ain’t gon’ make it at this rate, dawg
Know what I’m sayin’?
Nigga prayin’ up to God just hopin’ that he hear a nigga
I know the world got more problems and it’s much bigger
But I figured, I’d get some shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas that’ll never make it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin’ hard, don’t let ‘em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin’ in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas that’s gon’ fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just wanna say
[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]
Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga
Really think about it, could be worse my nigga
Don’t stress my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my nigga
[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now how the fuck I’m ‘posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I’m here huggin’ on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin’ of some bullshit to tell him, like
“It’ll be okay. You’ll be straight, it’ll be aight.”
Well, fuck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether it’s money or some weed or puttin’ in work, fuck it, then I’m ridin’!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldn’t stick around
Told myself that after y’all moved that I’d be a fuckin’ fool
To be livin’ by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain’ solid brah
Keep playin’ ball cause it’s the only way up out it brah
A nigga proud of ya’
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I’ll have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin’ breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far we’ve come, but most, I’m sorry for your son
[Hook]
[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
And you ain’t gotta shed no tear
I’ll be everywhere
And I’mma always be right here
I ain’t forgot those years
I’ll be everwhere
But I’mma always be right here
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Livin’ in a premature place – wait
Never grow to see the pearly gates – break
Every time a bullet detonate – dates
Of obituary carry crates of a scary picture
With a family member that relate to ya
In December you was finna pin another case
On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe
As the record spinnin’ you was hearin’ angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin’ from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didn’t hit the block again
That’s because the minute after you had moved you would be slain
Open up another chapter in the book and read ‘gain
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
Everybody ain’t (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, you’re blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my nigga
Don’t stress, you was granted everything inside this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga
You reject these niggas, that neglect, your respect
For the progress of a baby step, my nigga
Step, step my nigga
One, two, skip, skip
Back, back, look both ways
Pull it off the hip
Blast at anybody say that you can’t flip
This crack into rap music every other zip is a track
Get used to it, get it off quick
Come back, give back to the city you’ve built
That’s that, don’t trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg
It ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of fuck niggas dawg
In a minute everybody gon’ be winnin’
Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all
[Hook]

Thursday, 21 July 2011

Lyrics: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q - Toca Tuesdays Freestyle


Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q - Toca Tuesdays Freestyle Lyrics:
… brother number 2, what it do
Yeah, … brother number 2, what it do
… knock beef like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to rescue yo
You know they make it big than what it is in particular

Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcom
Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
I march pit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
Yes that talent, kids are scared of ya, can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
The only features I got is was this hand and face I was getting
How ironic, … was the shit like …
Now we faming over these beats while critics pay …
It’s too street like my 23 summers in Compton
I go so deep like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy …
High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars and not me
My sweet 16 will probably need a school id
And usually high b, dominant victor
You know what time it is nigger …
I’m a slick … when I write this shit
I’m think on the shit, … and I think you’re a bitch
… we catching bodies, facing the hotel lobby, fuck you security
… I spit asset, hit your block and crumble your …
This is torture when I torture, or escort you
Out the building where ex-convicts with our …
Permanent hand shake, your man can’t stick to the script
… I was Malcolm to your belief.
black-hippy

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