Lyrics Hoover Street - ScHoolboy Q
Yeah,
uh
I
got
that
work,
fuck
labour
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,
hahaha
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
(Sunlight,
night
fall,
summertime
gotta
ball)
How'd
it
feel
to
be
a
real
nigga?
(Sunlight,
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
(Sunlight,
night
fall,
summertime
gotta
ball)
How'd
it
feel
to
be
a
real
nigga?
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
(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,
me
Glock
clock
familia
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
Unless
we
rewind,
and
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
Room
for
many,
look
in
his
eyes
before
I
leave
The
cops'll
never
get
the
leak,
grandma
taught
me
well
And
my
uncle
gun
was
the
accessories,
2011
sipping
plus
a
robbery
(yeah)
This
little
piggy
went
to
market,
this
little
piggy
carry
chrome
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
(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,
me
Glock
clock
familia
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,
see
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,
his
wife
don'
left
him
and
now
he
living
with
us
My
bike
is
missing,
Grandma
like
to
hide
her
check
every
month
My
uncle's
nuts,
he
used
to
give
me
whiskey
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
nigga's
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
"cuz"
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
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
(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,
me
Glock
clock
familia
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2 Pusha Man
3 Gravy
4 Fuck LA
5 Grooveline, Part 2
6 Grooveline, Pt. 2
7 His & Her Fiend
8 His & Her Friend
9 Man of the Year
10 Break the Bank
11 Hell of a Night
12 Prescription / Oxymoron
13 Studio
14 Studio
15 Hoover Street
16 Collard Greens
17 Prescription / Oxymoron
18 His & Her Friend
19 Los Awesome
20 The Purge
21 Blind Threats
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