ScHoolboy Q How We Feeling

[Hook x2:]

House full of money, tub full of bitches

We be sexting all night, give your ass the business

(We feeling alright)

[Verse 1]

You see the world spins, and, we just get high

Wanted me to say something tight?

(We feeling alright)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

You see the world spins, and, we get high

We get high (We going to continue to get high)

(Want to be with a, want to be with a nigga like him)

(Look at you, feel free)

(Or be with a nigga like me)

(Or be with a nigga like him)

(Like)

What you want to be? (With a nigga like)

(Or be with a nigga like me)

(Or be with a nigga like him)

(Would ya be with a nigga like)

(House full of money)

(Bitches)

(Street)

ScHoolboy Q Groovy Tony / Eddie Kane

[Part One – Groovy Tony:]

Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK

Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates

PusH all limits, you lookin’ timid, need to back off

Punk-ass cops, tHem crackers want us witH our black off

THug life nigga since ’96 I wanted to gang bang

Few years later I’m really from it, we were still kids

Crack off nigga, I’m squeezing empty ’til tHe sHell break

Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face

Cause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two ways

Sell narcotics, I’m slanging diamonds witH your pack tHen

Stack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backbone

Can’t fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grin

Jeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims on

All bad bitcHes, tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap gone

Real life nigga, I’m in tHe stu’ ’til all tHe weed blown

Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone

Y’all don’t Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt

UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer

I see tHe money rigHt, ugH

YeaH, I’m (Blank Face)

Clear everytHing out tHe safe

Crack tHe pig bank, robbin’ your kids too

My Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuH

Die now go to Heaven or bring ’em tHrougH

Lot of brown ’round Here, got tHat wHite girl for you

And sHe swimming in fire water, could be double digits

Pistol tHrougH your Civic

Most die before tHey Hear it, turn a nigga to a spirit

Drive slow, oH, Hey

Hit tHe curb witH sHattered mirrors

Look around now you’re Hellbound, boogie down

BullsHit I won’t allow, slang a bird every Hou’

Smack a nigga witH tHe Heat

Contradicting, now you peace

Leave you triple six laying in defeat

Can you dig it?

Struck a matcH, tHey won’t finisH

Drop a nigga off, get a nigga wHipped

Squeezing fingertips, aye

Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK

Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates

PusH all limits, you lookin’ timid, need to back off

Punk ass cops tHem crackers want us witH our black off

THug life nigga since ’96 I want tHe gang bang

Few years later I’m really from it, we were still kids

Crack off nigga, I’m squeezing empty ’til tHe sHell break

Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face

Cause brain damage from my mecHanics, keeping two ways

Sell narcotics, I’m slanging diamonds witH your pack tHen

Stack large commas, you witH your riders witH your backbone

Can’t fold figures, I make deposits witH tHe gold grin

Jeans look dirty, I lift tHe CHevy witH tHe rims on

All bad bitcHes tHey wanna fuck me witH tHe cap gone

Real life nigga, I’m in tHe stu’ ’til all tHe weed blown

Wait long, long, I Hid tHe dope beHind tHe cellpHone

Y’all don’t Hear me, I want tHe money rigHt

UgH, Groovy Tony, no face killer

I see tHe money rigHt, ugH

YeaH, I’m (Blank Face)

[Jadakiss:]

Exactly what I’mma have when the cops come

Body languages, the same as when the shots rung

Hole in a thirty-eight and a shotgun

Real nigga, we all know you are not one, nah

Running with the rebels, it’s a three-man weave

With the Lord and the devil

Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel

If I can’t proceed then I resort to the metal (Blank face)

Getting high watching NBA League Pass (Who with?)

With your family at the re-pass (My condolences)

My heart’s getting colder

When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder

You notice I got the, (blank face)

I heard nothing, I ain’t seen nothing

I ain’t in the middle with nothin’, no in between nothin’

F y’all for ever hating me

As I sit there while they interrogate me

I’m staring at ’em with the (blank face)

[Part Two – Eddie Kane:]

Top rack nigga and the money came with it huh

New bitch with me, hope the booty came with it, came with it

Uh, rims flying down the road huh

Five in the morning, feds knockin’ on my door huh

Toilet full of dope, while my burner knee high

Tell me put the gun down, I’m probably gonna die

I know, I know, big guns sell dope

Eddie Kane’s little bro, hundred k, one whip, hah

Open Eddie Kane for hire

Been tryna get rich for hours

Nights like this I wish

Cocaine drops would fall, woo, woo, woo, woo…

Yo, uh, yo, uh

Need the car with no mileage

Kristoff on my pallet

My cigar full of cabbage

Came from the dirt to the carrots

Getting dirty dollars

Fuck different baby mommas

Dope between the speakers

So fuck you mister teacher

Cause the paper, I ace it

Lead, they tried to erase it

But I’m still standing

They mad at everything

Nothing given, I’mma take it first

On the trees like a hammock

Flip the work behind the campus

Young Ruby, turn your hood into a movie (into a movie…)

Gang bang it, don’t slang it

GTA-ing, shoot the whole club up

Fuck tryna sneak the K in

On the road to riches

Thank you Mister Reagan

You helped them dollars rake in

And to my uncle that hooked up the family

That shit that you was smokin’

I was pushin’ residue like on the cushion

I’mma blame it on your ass cause I ain’t gettin’ whoopings

And your proof is in the pudding

I’m his grandma’s baby, Eddie Kane

(Eddie Kane, Eddie Kane)

Standing in the white light and we on

And we on

And is there any other smokers in here?

And we on

And is there any other smokers in here?

And we on

Is there any other smokers in here?

Keys open doors on the road to my heart

Dreams on the floor, bet a nigga stay high

And I know….

We’re next to go, around, around, around

We’re next to go, around, around, around

Walk right into the light

Getting a feeling in the night

[?] spice

You’re my only Christ

I have only eyes for you

I have only eyes for you

Your soul is mine

Your soul is mine

Mine, mine, mine, mine

ScHoolboy Q Blind Threats

[Intro]

Right, uh, same shit every day, homie

Lord please forgive me for all my sins

Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit everyday, homie

Walking in the valley of the shadow of death

No rules, right

[Bridge]

Washing my sins off in hell’s water

Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to ’em

Kneel down, put my faith in ’em, will you answer me?

But if God won’t help me, this gun will, I swear I’m gon’ find my way

[Verse 1]

Uh, four corners, cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch

High on on some drug, I’m Space Cadet

Dreaming I don’t live up on the block no more

Trapping trying to make it out this obstacle

Life on the edge, hell a block away

Pretty Snow White turned eight today

Selling that base, no Dr. Dre

Uh, guess who in the building?

Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim

Uh, kneeling down with some questions to address like

Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best?

The 10 commandments, I can mark five checks

But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats

Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex

Faith in a four-five, I call it the clarinet

Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests from the cop raid

All can relate, from the streets to the wall from niggas to compadres

When the sun go down, I’m predictin’ a heatwave, forecast your whole body

Heat on, room full of homi’s, I just pray that the Lord got me

[Hook]

But if God don’t help me, this gun will, I swear I’m gon’ find my way

Mic check (La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low)

But if God won’t help me, this gun will, I swear I’m gon’ find my way

[Verse 2]

Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance

Kill mine, kill yours, make it even

Soul need saving, Mr. Preacher

I know I only come around when it’s Easter

Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time

When I’m in jail or when my card declined

Uh, will you answer me?

Take me out of Hell and make plans for me?

Misery loves company, ain’t a surprise

It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to survive

But we would never make it out alive

We living to die, oxymoron

Hope to get to heaven ’til that day arrive

Running through the ally, hope the bullet don’t collide

Car window shattered, glass on my right side

Dogs bark in the backyard, root for me

Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40

Spoiled only child, baby boy Jody

Same jacket on from back in the day

Praying that the Lord come and take me away

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

It go tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking

Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin

Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinkin’

On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances

Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you

It’s no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol

Cause I’m a suit case king

Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin

No wage bet, we stay winning, play it again, yo

Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again

Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents

Get out the way or let the shotty dispense

Revenge killers who make the events iller

This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz

The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth

You know the woopty-woop, solo or group I kill niggas

ScHoolboy Q Birds & The Beez

[SchoolBoy Q – Verse 1]

Straight to the block, to the hood, to a spot

Cocaine to a rock, duece duece in a sock

Every dollar closer to a drop

Every drop is closer to a cop

Every cop is closer to a cell

Hit the cell your ticket right to hell

No job, no bail

No fam, no mail

Institution another nigga fail

Go from pussy to a prison tale

Fuck that, I quit while I’m ahead

Ship my music off with them instead

Turn it up and here the ghetto pledge

Live righteous nigga like my brother said

King Tut, Martin Luther, Malcolm X, but ima shoota’

Top ramen, knowledge for the noodle

Finally gettin’ praised

Yeah kudos

Doing bad, still love the need

Connect said it’s something up his sleeve

Said, I rather bust off them keys

Yeah nigga birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

[SchoolBoy Q – Verse 2]

Wanna do a song, but its hard to carry on

And my daughter hungry sitting home

And my girl said she feeling lone

I can’t tell its over in her tone

Only time I call is for a loan

She be stressing, so depressing

Always worried every time a lil nigga gone

Stay strong for the future, stick together, yeah shoot ya’

Get a couple wipps, yeah kunta

Schoolboy but gangsta was his tutors

Say money be the root of evil, look around and see what it do to people

Veins full of heroin using pcp inject the body with a needle

Lord help us, swear to god, dope dealers, get a job

Keep it real this shit ain’t really cool, being in a cell, you ain’t alive

Niggas turn to shark over cheese, love to help the devil do a deed

So I rather bust of them keys, yeah nigga birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

Birds and the beez

[Hook]

Tired of the same ol’ shit, niggas they faking it

Niggas out here living foul

Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game

Keep these niggas right up out my lane

I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my change

[Kendrick Lamar]

Q I wanna see you do your thang

Entertainment business living lime light

Hop on every track and move them trains

Show these motherfuckers that you been tight, then they ever been

Its evident that you intelligent but you can’t escape that life

And for you my nigga I would sacrifice my self to make it just to see you hold the mic

And hit the stage and rock the set but its hard to change when your from the set

Won’t you think about it nigga, life or death, like a cracker would like to hang you by the neck

Do you wanna see the boys in jet, or you wanna see them run way jets

Fly to Singapore one way that, tell the pilot we got stacks on deck

Swear to god, its hard out here for a young black men to live

If you don’t do it for yourself, then please do it for your kids

My nigga won’t you tell Michelle, I love your daughter

Please don’t let her grow up life without a father

Look at what you bought her, money couldn’t buy

All she need is love but that shit aside

At the same time know they got to eat, know you got to hustle, make ends meet

Gotta make time, gotta get a grind, gotta push the line, HTC, no a.c

And the block hot, you keep runnin’, cop say freeze

Blue pill, red bill, choose now, birds or the beez

Birds or the beez

Birds or the beez

[Hook]

Tired of the same ol’ shit, niggas they faking it

Niggas out here living foul

Better yet they flagrant, keep these niggas right up out the game

Keep these niggas right up out my lane

I just wanna do this fucking music boy, leave this dope alone and count my change

Count my change

Count my change

ScHoolboy Q Kamikaze

[Intro:]

Gun me down, I’ll gun you down

Trade a body for a body

Nigga kamikaze

[Verse 1:]

Tired of living no healthcare, I ain’t fucking with wellfare

But its rap down, Hells near, Sherm on every corner like fountains near

G rock, mountaineer, chunk coats a cop would wear, double up, roca wear

Win or lose, none to spare, black jack safety pair

20 rounds one to the head, whole clip strike the beard

Breaking news fuck the feds, buckle up, simon says

Do the job nothing says, neighbors seen this shit for years

Hopped out, out of range, close up not a stain

Gut shot got him maimed, shit bag potty trained

[Hook:]

No time for a nigga, got a strike up on my record

And I’m playing shit for what its gonna be

A nigga sitting on his last hundred plus I owe the homie 50

And my bitch and she ridin’ on E

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze

Somebody gotta die, a body for a body, nigga, shit I’m feeling kamikaze

[Verse 2:]

Nigga welcome to Hell’s kitchen, prayers missing

Doing good has no intentions, with the shit that I’m kicking

Heavens too far from forgiving

Stuck on a mission, Choppers by the windows

See the silhouettes, just like I’m heading fishing

Pay your rent or meet your soul’s eviction, greet the reaper

Deliver death like serving pizza, dome piece the shell cracked like Sunday Easter

Feel this Ether, the pyromaniac, you niggas keisters

Ain’t shit but ass, newest task is getting cash

Smoking hash and let it ash, off a dime like Steve Nash

22 by my lower calf, see a hawk, we sqeeze and blast

(Hahaha) Fucking laugh, shady more than aftermath

Eminem’s my limit slim, we ain’t the same no synonym

No sin in them, get it in like lucifer, down and dirty emperor

With hell’s demons and angels, rat-a-tat-tat-tat sent for ya

I major in your minisher, left his ass holy by the minister

Immortal Kombat finisher

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it, a nigga got smoked

The killers name remains silent

Gangster, Gangster! Read all about it, there’s guns in the streets

I know the governments supplying

Prison wars, race riot, ice pick in the neck, flatline

Another comic grave for man kind

Every step I take a land mine, blowin’ up like 9-11, Hiroshima, Pearl Harbor

Afghan hobbies, got me feelin’ Kamikaze (KABOOM) blow up the party

Sickest lad-i-dadi,peace on Earth you dont remind me

Dying Honor, Uni-bomber, you pre-madonna, I’m ghetto verson of Gia Connor

Mob bosses, count losses gain profits, same logic

Did it all but still stay silent, keep the gangster grooving in my blood cuz’

50’s who I do it for, die for mine and ride on yours

[Hook]

ScHoolboy Q What They Want

[Intro]

This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from

Drop your pants to your knees, yeah, I got the codeine

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]

Might pull up in my bucket

This nine holds a good dozen

Might slide up in your cousin

Just made a mill and still thuggin’

Niggas banged on me, but they should of shot me

See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him

Court date, but I skipped the bail

Rather wig myself before I sit in jail

Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean

Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip

Don’t trust no ho, I might sock the bitch

I’m apocalypse to your politics

Might cop the Phantom, get ghost

I can pay your bills with this coke

Need an extra band for this smoke

I can see for miles with this scope, nigga

Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer

Misses Piggy want a piggyback

Rock cremation then called it crack

I’mma keep on eating till my ankles fat

Sell that fix, throw it cross the map

Push my penis in between her lap

Put my semen all down her throat

Till Tito kilos come off that boat

[Hook: Schoolboy Q]

This the shit that they want

This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from?

Drop your pants to your knees, girl I’m capital G

This the shit they gon’ buy

This the shit why I’m fly, this the shit why I’m high

This the shit they gon’ want, this the shit that they want

This the shit that they want (Tell ’em, tell ’em)

[Bridge: Schoolboy Q]

If you see my watch I might hit it

If you see my check I might hit it

If you see my house I might hit it

This the shit that they want, this the shit that they need

This the shit that’s from me

This the shit they gon’ want, this the shit that they want

This the shit that they want

[Verse: 2 Chainz]

Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow

Speeding through the yellow lights

She want Versace belt like it’s a mistletoe

I put everything over yellow rice, graduated from hella ice

If I stand on my bank roll, nigga, I’d be scared of heights

And I’d be dodging the po’ lights

When I was poor with no lights, when I was poor with potential

Watch my flow in four inches, oh lord she in Christians

All gold on my Adventist, pull it down and she kiss it

All gold where my wrists is, God there’s just no convincing

Just because I got dreads don’t get it twisted

Moving my whip down the boulevard

Word round town I was selling hard

Hard and I’m talking bout the yayo

Hit her on the floor and then I lay low

Amigos say “que pasa with the pesos?”

Promethazine codeine, caseloads (TRU!)

And when I pull up to the valet

You know I got the strippers on payroll!

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]

100k in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk

She gon’ pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal

She gon’ roll on them pills, just don’t grab on my hat

This that shit that’s Iraq, this that make you climax

This that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hard

This that car that won’t park, pedal to the floor, it won’t stop

And just when you thought it won’t drop, Oxymoron in stores

Come in kids, lock the door, knock knock knock, hit the floor

Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot

This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real

This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L’s

She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed

All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot

Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks

This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot

This that filthy convo, this that must be Figg Road

[Hook]

[Bridge]

ScHoolboy Q THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part

[Jay Rock:]

It’s impossible to love it, if you don’t come from it

It’s things that goes on, you just can’t stomach

I seen it all happen, but I ain’t sayin’ nada

Peep, 24/7 in the hood it’s hot

If you wanna fall through, get Top on the phone

He don’t pick up then it ain’t bool

Let you know it ain’t good to stop

That part, that part (that part)

I’m a Watts nigga and we not kosher

Shit, niggas only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder

This is where they come, where they cop them boulders

Hoes catfight with their tits exposed

Still sippin’ on that wild Irish rose

Still rock swapmeet designer clothes

Black MAC 11 in my mattress

Make a hundred racks do a backflip

Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes

Pussy pop for a bankroll (yeah)

All my killers with me got a blank face (yeah)

On that fuck you, bitch, where the pay pay?

Make ’em pull up on your block with them 223s

Aim it at your face, hey

Movin’ with the rock and the Glock concealers

You either sellin’ rock or you flock to get it

You either on the watch or the clock is tickin’

The life of my Watts and my Bompton niggas

Get pinched, I’m a post a bond

Know POP gon’ hold it down, look

Need cash, gotta get you some

If a hater tell you money ain’t everything

He don’t want you to get none

So we thuggin’ like DMX

Bleed shit, PMS

Point blank, period, meet me on the ES

I’m fully with the BS, believe that!

[Kendrick Lamar:]

And we don’t stress

A.38 ’til the free your chest

Then PP on the POs desk

I’m Jay Z in a blow out press

Relate me to your blowout’s best

Can’t heat me, I’m remote you’re deaf

I’m HD ‘causin’ photo theft

My AC antifreeze got a that part

Hold your breath, I’m 8 feet when I hold this TEC

Protect me from the local threats

My ID say my eye don’t rest

My IV qualify T-rex

And society kept my IQ vexed

Deny me from an Ivy school

Applyin’ me to the street I slept

I quietly had to hold this tool

Reminding me of the block I repped

The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed

The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef

That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed

Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed

The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest

The awe, the curse of a pose in zest

The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what’s left

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Me no conversate with the fake, that part

All my bitches independent bitches, that part

I just want the paper, that part

All my bitches flavored

That part, that part, that part, that part

[Ab-Soul:]

Zest God, zest God, zest God, zest God

Yamborghini high, cream soda with the Wockhardt

Soulo Hoe the profit, yeah Soulo Hoe the prophet

That’s the fortune teller makin’ withdraws and deposits

Ironic, they wanna know where I’ve been in

Where the fuck I’ve been hidin’ in

When the fuck am I droppin’ that

New work that take ’em to church and

Turn the universe upside down again

Since you’re so smart

I can’t get in my groove ’til we get the Q first

I will not heed

I pull up large enough to part the Red Sea

Father forgive ’em for they know not who they see

I got all eyes on me, call me 3Pac

Soulo

[ScHoolboy Q:]

Hang on, nigga, let me get some

Hang on, nigga

Hang on

Made a mil’ and I spent it in the same day

Got a chopper, not the AK

Gettin’ money on a vacay

Go go gadget’s in the driveway

Doin’ Tony on July 8th

Yeah I’m killin’ kitties on a Sunday

How you ballin’ in a Hyundai?

My Ferrari got a toupee

Swerve in the big body

Your favorite artist, I’m his big homie

Yeah I’m walkin’ with a 5th

I’m not votin’, I’m a Crip, homie

I’m where them Bloods, where them Locs at

Where the blood, where the choke round gloves for the combat

How the feds in your contacts?

How the feds know my set name?

Fled in the Mulsanne

Hydrate up the rap game

Heard Soulo comin’ up next

And SZA got a classic, nigga

Heard Zay’s got it mastered, uh

The fire burnin’ through the plastic

So fingers to the badges

They don’t love you ’til the racks evolve

When I was broke they wouldn’t accept the call

Now they on me for my decimals

Blank Face has gotta X ’em off

Enemies gotta bob and weave

Gangbangin’ like we stand for somethin’

When Alton Sterling gettin’ killed for nothin’

Two cowards in the car, they’re just there to film

Sayin’ #BlackLivesMatter should’ve died with him

Wrong nigga in your hood, you gon’ ride on him

White nigga with a badge, you gon’ let that slide?

Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night

I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life

I’ll die for my daughter, gotta fight this fight

Put a Blank Face on, nigga let that drop

That, that part

ScHoolboy Q Fantasy

We can have a rendezvous

Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two

I know you’re used to niggas running game

But I ain’t playing games

Trying to introduce you to my last name

Let’s get acquainted

Let me be your fiend, you be my nicotine

I’m about to take a hit, shit

Damn, start a fam

Take you to the crib, show you how I live

Need you by my side, you could be my rib

Your friends messy, baby, I could be your bib

Fool for your love, my pretty angel, you came from above

My little ghetto dove

Hold me down and I could take us up

[Hook: Jhene Aiko]

You that nigga

You that nigga

Real go-getter

And I’m that bitch, so you better come get her

[2x]

She wonder where we’re going next

Want a rider if you know what’s best

I can be your iron knight and you I will protect

Inhale your love and let our souls connect

Go deep inside

Steal your heart, take away your pride

Can see it in your eyes

The way a gangster got you smiling took you by surprise

Got me smiling too

No waiter, girl, you are the menu

My number one fan, you are the venue

Fuck show money, rather you’re my revenue

Smoke a blunt or two

Gaze at the stars, keep us hypnotized

Reach for the sky, I could take you to the top

I hope you do comply

[Hook]

We can have a rendezvous

Butter on your crip legs, dinner for two

Later on, shit, let’s see what it do

Been chasing you for a while, let’s end the pursuit

Lock you down and throw away the key

My new life the only place for you to be

Glad you chose a G

I can be your dreams and fulfill your fantasy

[Hook]

ScHoolboy Q Hell Of A Night

[Hook:]

Get up out your seat

You can have my drink

Let me see you dance

Get up off your feet

You can be my freak

Let me see you jam

When the sun falls

Then the moon lights

Might be a hell of a night

Go, go, go, go…

Get up out your seat

You can have my drink

Let me see you dance

Get up off your feet

You can be my freak

Let me see you jam

When the sun falls

Then the moon lights

Might be a hell of a night

Go, go, go, go…

[Verse 1:]

Shit’s real and I just begun

So many ladies wanna share my tongue

Uh, man this life of mine

Me in the lead being pressed for time

See the bottom, gon’ pop

Then my record gon’ spin

Then them hoes gon’ jock

Ain’t no telling how my night might end

Night life in the bright lights

Uh, swagging hard in my Concords

You at the bottom, we the Top Dawgs

We get high as them elevators

Take a sip with me

Now move your hips with me

Now make it dip for me

Now will you ride for me?

Will you die for me?

WIll you jump off a cliff and hit the sky with me?

Uh, ménage á troìs, four titties, no bras and no flaws

You, me, and her ball with no drawers

Get high with a God I am no star

Feeling good, all this money on my bank card

10 grand in my pocket, nigga, all ours

Porsche Panorama, uh, yeah, four doors

Pedal to the floor, ain’t that what it’s made for?

[Bridge:]

I ain’t running if the world stops

Said I ain’t minding if the world stops

We been living up in Hell’s shop

We been living up in Hell’s shop

So I’m a live it to the top notch

I’m a live to the top notch

I ain’t running if the world stops

Said I ain’t minding if the world stops

We been living up in Hell’s shop

We been living up in Hell’s shop

So I’m a live it to the top notch

Fuck with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Uh, got the whole world tryna figure out Q

You can never find a nigga do what I do

TDE, I’m the nigga from the crew

Hit it one time, now she wants round two

Ghetto chick, but I love them bamboos

No lean, but I chopped and screwed

She ain’t the groupie type but I had to

Champagne pop, I’m about that life

Molly gon’ pop, I’m about that life

Backwood toke, I’m about that life

Living good, might not remember this night

World might end, so I’m living my life

Fuck hanging out, I ain’t tryna fly kites

Tryna go to Paris? Nigga hit me on the Skype

Tryna do a show? Nigga twenty for the hype

Uh, don’t touch me, bitch, I’m famous

Tryna ball, then bang your fingers…

Living large, I’m an entertainer

So cold but I come with flamers

First sex, she up in my closet

Whips drawers while I top the paws…

Girl let me see you stop and pause it

Fuck around, might pay your mortage

[Bridge]

[Hook]

ScHoolboy Q Dope Dealer

I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black

I got two bitches in my whip and they got hold my strap

I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that crack

I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back

I see that motherfucker shinin’ snatch your whole damn throat

I got a strike in every pocket of my old ass coat

I use to fly around your city nigga no ID

I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday, get out the way

I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll

I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga

Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga

Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga

Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga

Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga

Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

[E-40:]

Cali niggas is managin’ we havin, Greedy

We got F 57s and we savages, beasty

My little niggas be ampin’, they some P’s, hustlers

Some of them sell candy some sell trees, customers

But personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular, remarkable

Got a way with my words my lingo and vernacular, marketable

I beat a bitch down I promise you I ain’t playin’ (beat his ass)

Stomp his ass out throw him in the garbage can, the trash

The harder the trap you might find me snapping’ bones

The sink on the soil eatin’ dominos

Where the gumbo pots boil the taskforce radar homes, Vamonos

Heavy surveillance, hella copters and drones

I think somebody getting bodied on the weekday

Get out the way

I’m in my new clothes, now drop it for me for a bankroll

I’m lookin’ like a motherfuckin’ dope dealer nigga

Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a dope dealer nigga

Paper in the paper bag I’m a dope dealer nigga

Bitch to beat his ass I’m a dope dealer nigga

Fuck your homies and the police I’mma dope dealer nigga

Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Got the plug on the dodie I’m a dope dealer nigga

Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a dope dealer nigga

I got them egg whites and them oxtails for the low

Got them hot wheels gotta push start and it go

Got them 16’s of the Act right and its sealt’

We on the frontline when its crunch time to get chilled

You us lil’ niggas love gold chains and them whips

Make me rearrange your whole thang for my hip

I get this motherfucker jumpin’ bitch you know why I came

They told me Thou Shalt not kill when I jumped in the flame

I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to dope

The money never grew on trees but I’m watching it grow

We talkin’ cold watchin’ hoes tellin’ em that I keep

I get to swinging’ on this chopper nigga, R.I.P

[Smacc:]

You heard what I mean,its your boy yeah its Smacc mane

Its better livin’ with mines man you heard what I mean

We got break your bitch man we got send her back to you broke man

You funky cock biatch

White stones, panties gone, boom

2 phones, man he on, boom

Bank roll, hella hoes, boom

Big dope, blow your nose, boom

White stones, panties gone, boom

2 phones, man he on, boom

Bank roll, hella hoes, boom

Big dope, blow your nose, boom