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Hoover Street

アーティスト：ScHoolboy Q  アルバム：Oxymoron 

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I got that work, fuck Labor 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 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 It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball How'd it feel to be a real nigga? It's on like 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 It's on like 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 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 Meet 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 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 niggas was on purp My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze



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