Lyrics Los Awesome - ScHoolboy Q , Jay Rock

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Trigger squeeze, don't call it, throw them thang-thangs with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang (gangbang)

Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Fourth by my third leg
Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips
Backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues
This Hoover gangster be the shit
It ain't much up on our list

Shoot the killer, hittin' licks
Get MET up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique
Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
See, my cripping done spread around the world
With his top below his bottom, it's the reaper

Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Strays through your living room
Liable to drive by on a summer day
July 4th will be in June
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound that the drums sing

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Trigger squeeze, don't call it, throw them thang-thangs with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang (gangbang)

Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen
Shells through a nigga (bariiing-biddy-crack-riiing)
Stop a dream in its tracks beaten down
Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
Coke go in the pot
Arm and now ma body
A$AP Rocky

Want it I could get it
Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
Diamond on my Rollie, thank a nigga I ain't frigid
Looking at the time, saying win it for a minute
See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem?
See, my soul was long gone before I got him
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper

Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Strays through your living room
Liable to drive by on a summer day
July 4th will be in June
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know
Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum
The sound that the drums sing

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Trigger squeeze, don't call it, throw them thang-thangs with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang (gangbang)

Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the cripping
Blew in campus know it happened
Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the cripping
Then the bloods done got it brackin'

I'm just an Eastside nigga
William Nickerson show you what it be like, nigga
Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga
Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
Handlebars of a Schwinn, guns blow like dusty winds
Spend a band, push his wig back when my revolver spins
Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good

Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?
We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers
Niggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar
See, my soul was long gone before I got them
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper