*** *** Lyrics by ScHoolboy Q Ft. E-40
ScHoolboy Q
I got a sack of blue faces but my AR black
I got two *** in my whip and they gon’ hold my strap
I put the knife to the coca leaf and turn that ***
I put the nine to your coconut and pull that back
I see that *** 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 *** no ID
I get a half and I’mma flip it gotta go OT
ScHoolboy Q
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’ *** *** ***
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a *** *** ***
Paper in the paper bag I’m a *** *** ***
*** to beat his ass I’m a *** *** ***
*** your homies and the police I’mma *** *** ***
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a *** *** ***
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a *** *** ***
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a *** *** ***
E-40
Cali niggas is manish and we havin’ it (Greedy)
We got FN 57s and we savages (Beasty)
My little niggas be impin’, they some P’s (Hustlers)
Some of them sell candy, some sell trees (Customers)
Me personally I’m a rapper, and I’m spectacular (Remarkable)
Got a way with my words, my lingo and vernacular, (Marketable)
I’ll beat a *** down, I promise you I ain’t playin’ (Beat his ass)
Stomp his ass out throw him up in the garbage can (The trash)
In the heart of the trap you might find me slappin’ bones (Dominos)
In the thick of the soil, in the middle of a war zone (Eatin’ Dominos)
Where the gumbo pots boil and the taskforce raid our homes, (Vamonos)
Heavy surveillance, helicopters and drones (***)
ScHoolboy Q
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’ *** *** ***
Where the hoes where the blow I’m just a *** *** ***
Paper in the paper bag I’m a *** *** ***
*** to beat his ass I’m a *** *** ***
*** your homies and the police I’mma *** *** ***
Couple diamonds in my rollie I’m a *** *** ***
Got the plug on the dodie I’m a *** *** ***
Better buck, your auntie know me I’m a *** *** ***
ScHoolboy Q
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 *** jumpin’ *** you know why I came
They told me Thou Shalt not *** when I jumped in the flame
I’m cocoo for the cocoa leaves and I turned it to ***
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 ***’ on this chopper ***, 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 *** man we got send her back to you broke man
You funky *** ***
ScHoolboy Q
White stones, *** gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big ***, blow your nose, boom
White stones, *** gone, boom
2 phones, man he on, boom
Bank roll, hella hoes, boom
Big ***, blow your nose, boom
