ScHoolboy Q - Druggys wit Hoes, Pt. Trois Lyrics
feat. Ab-Soul[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]Got the baddest hoesGot the finest weedEverywhere I goesThey know who I beNow take a pictureNow let me beLet me do me, let me be a fiendI'm shootin' up, everyday I'm tryna ballWith my little China doll, got my back like spinal cordThat pistol on me, yeah that .45Nigga feelin' do or die, ***** tryna be unifiedShe over thereWanna be over hereSo I pull her hair, ***** her from the rear until she thereHow are you?Shit, I go by QHeyyy hoooo, now what it do?Got a king size and it's built for 2I been meaning, to be leaning up in that ***** like promethazine and she took the semen my willy beamin'On any given Sunday that ***** a runway she did it the fun waySmash it like, TicanteShe did me hombre no need for nombreWe screamin' olé and olé we scored no goalie, she's just a groupieAnd group-a, gave top like toupée, bum rushed that coochieHer ***** lukewarm like long lay, her head be BombayLike gin and OJ, took a shot, and I won like gamedayYes I'm the sensei, comprende?Got a ticket, one wayOh you don't really see it that I'm gone?Pass the baton, blackReal rap, spit to the break of the dawn, nigga we all thatWe all that, see that's the shit that we be onNigga this Black Hippy, nothing elseBeat so bake I'm 'bout to meltAll my shit be prison felt, TDE we got the beltHold it down if nothing elseSwear to god, on my lifeWhere it's at? Shit on sightDown to ride, ***** a bikeIf I'm locked then fly a kiteKeep a strap on like a dykeTDE we got the beltHold it down if nothing else[Bridge: Ab-Soul]Marijuana, hydro, *****, ho, ass, tittiesMarijuana, hydro, *****, ho, ass, tittiesAss, titties (got the baddest hoes)*****, ho, ass, titties (got the finest weed)Marijuana, hydro, *****, ho, ass, titties (everywhere I go)[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]Quincy where the weed at? You know I really need thatYou know we go back, memba when I had you smokin' Blacks?In the back when Top was gone now Top is backThat mean we in Juice garageYou know you my brethren, we superstarsStill mobbin' the 7/11, ***** a carTop Dawg, ya little fists ain't up to parGot the baddest hoes, burn the finest kushThat means I'm a botanist slash gynecologistPlease hold your apologies for sleepin' it was prophecyI just need some time to have these demons climb up out of meYou know the ones that got me sippin' these mickeys till I'm numbHaving your Mrs' tongue missing from her mouth, in around my nutsRing around the rosie, pocket full of dust bunniesThis hip hop ain't done none for meKnew I was to be a star when I had a cubby, watching FerngullyNow everything I puff fluffy and I'm so comfyWatch the company I keep place they come for meAll these *****es in your dreams drinking cum from meThis blue dream steaming the lungs of meOh buddySoul!
