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SCHOOLBOY Q : Hoover Street lyrics

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SCHOOLBOY Q lyrics : "Hoover Street"

[Intro:]
I got that work, $#&@ Labor Day, just bought a gun
$#&@ 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
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
(*##$ pass the cama (Uh, yeah)

How'd it feel to be a real ^!$$%?
I'm a product of a real ^!$$%
La-la-la familia, real ^!$$%

Get confronted by a real ^!$$%
$#&@ with one of my real ^!$$%s
It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball

How'd it feel to be a real ^!$$%?
It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real ^!$$%

My whole life I've been a real ^!$$%
La-la familia, real ^!$$%
Get confronted by a real ^!$$%

$#&@ with one of my, real ^!$$%s
It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real ^!$$%?


[Beat Change]


[Hook:]
I done jumped off my $$#, 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
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, ^!$$%

But... uh, uh
Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, ^!$$%
But... uh, uh

Meet Glock clock familia

[Verse 1:]

Find a ^!$$% realer than me, my socks stink
Eat so much #[email protected] 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 ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 $#&@ing 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 ^!$$%s was on purp
My sober $$# was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze

Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese
Threw some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well

And my uncle gun was the accessory, 211 sipping plus a robbery
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome


[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

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, 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 $$# whipped for doing it
Moms used to tell me like "^!$$%, know who you dealing with"
Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways

Rat-Tone my ^!$$%s' brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like "Hey"
YAWK, YAWK, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, ^!$$%"
Then again, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, ^!$$%"
Hearing him say cause turned us to a fan, ^!$$%

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


[Hook]

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