Lyrics WHat's tHe Word - ScHoolboy Q , Jay Rock

Go hard for the squad life
Brain with a stain on it
Shit flamed out the nozzle
Added full throttle
Acting high heater black ninas
Its young niggas heatin up Phoenix
Top Dawg familiar
Crept with a Dillinger
In my 5th pocket
Chump niggas stop it
Say you pressin′ who?
Fuck around and get a tattoo
Had me dumpin' out the sun roof (roof)
Consequences you done ran thru
Caught his ass lookin′ pretty in them sandals
Keep them gangstas in the streets
You know that shit was handled
10 speed, handle bar shift, Astro fit
Hopped off with a message in the clip
Inboxed read (3rd)
Hittin' till the 3rd
I'll be back up on the curb
What′s the word? (word, word, word)
We continue to bring you nothin′
But that true gangster shit
You can move to groove to
What's the word? x3
We continue to bring you
Nothin′ but that true shit, G shit
Never had much
Always had heart, Always had guts
I dont 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 cried
Care we wonder why?
Stress on my thoughts
Blowin weed out my jaws
4-5 niggas ridin' 5 deep in the car
Choppers in the trunk, Choppers in the front
Catch a nigga slippin′ then we takin' what we want
Gang affiliated
A lot of niggas hatin′
Cause a nigga steady beamin' like Laker
Product of my environment can't help where I came from
Watts, California where a nigga got his name from, name from
What it do? Go ahead and blaze one
Be patient my nigga we gon′ ball when the day come
Disrespect the clique then I guess we gotta′ take one
Haters throw salt so I guess we gotta shake somethin' x2
So what′s the word?
We continue to bring you nothin'
But that true gangster shit
You can move to groove to
What′s the word? x3
We continue to bring you
Nothin' but that true shit, G shit
Young 50 raw central kid?
Macks near fuckin′ lose your lip
Probably seen me on Fed 81 bus stop
Where niggas put the whores there?
Needle poison
Everybody crooked
Lights out shootin' ranges, shit is dangerous
Keep yo shoes tied mothafucka
Shit it gets live muthafucka, shits real
Get yo ass strapped up in the field
Youngin' shoulda let ya muscle build
Broken jaws and them stars be the evidence
Just another nigga tatted up among my abdomen
Yall squabbles, Gang meetings, Set functions had my shit bumpin′
Mid central way side stay jumpin′
We ridin' out
Middle finger out, shoot they mommas house (haha)
Thats the word
We continue to bring you nothin′
But that true gangster shit
You can move to groove to
What's the word? x3
We continue to bring you
Nothin′ but that true shit, G shit x5
We continue to bring you