ScHoolboy Q - Hoover Street Lyrics
[Verse 1]I got that work, ***** Labor DayJust bought a gun, ***** punching inThrowing rocks, no hopscotchBet my 9 milli hit the right spot, bangLast night it was a dreamThis morning a fantasy back when the only fan I had was a fiendMeet me by the Acura 'cos the cops like to get help from the store cameraThey always in my cornea, but it's cool I've been catching on to they formulaSee I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'Then rewind my indo, then unroll my rilloThe bad guy never once been a hoes hero, he get zeroI said nada, ***** pass the camaUh, yeah[Hook 1]How'd it feel to be a real nigga?I'm a product of a real niggaLa-la-la familia, real niggaGet confronted by a real nigga***** with one of my real niggasIt's on like night fall, summertime gotta ballHow'd it feel to be a real nigga?It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ballHow'd it feel to be a real niggaMy whole life I've been a real niggaLa-la familia, real niggaGet confronted by a real nigga***** with one of my, real niggasIt's on like night fall, summertime gotta ballHow'd it feel to be a real nigga?[Beat Change][Hook 2]I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely passBut I quickly got to to ballin2012 ain't really happen so I guess it's back to trappingEyes open night to morningHad roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereoMy grandma can't control himBut... uh, uhEvery last one of us had a pistol in the room, niggaBut... uh, uhClick-clack, pow-pow, pow, boom, niggaBut... uh, uhMeet Glock clock familia[Verse 2]Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stinkEat so much ***** that my mustache pinkStrapping, my pants seam, no need for a beltGangsta lean help, hoodie on backwardsWith the eyes cut out, my hate feltMy .45 elder, poetry's deepI never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flameOrange-yellow, higher than Margiela'sSince a young nigga I admired the crack sellersSeen my uncle steal from his motherNow that's the money that I'm talking 'boutThink about it, the smoker ain't got shitAnd everyday he still get a hitWhether jacking radio's or sucking dickSell his kids and chop his wristsAnd sealing his lips cause he don't want the feds arresting his fixDidn't take much to get me convincedCoincidence that I ain't *****ing with workNow let's re-rewind it, answer my churchTimes getting harder than my dick on a growth spurtAround the same time all you niggas was on purpMy sober ass was snatching her purseMake the ice cream truck freezeGive me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese[?] in his eyes before I leaveThe cops'll never get the leakGrandma taught me well and my uncle gun was the accessories2011 sipping plus a robberyThis little Piggy went to marketThis little Piggy carry chrome[Hook 2][Verse 3]Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her moreShe always got me things that we couldn't affordThe new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawersSega Genesis, Nintendo 64[?] was away at warWe wasn't thinking of getting money thenNor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his BenzCause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming downI also notice moms be locking doors when he aroundBut anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with usMy bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every monthMy uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to piss in cupsKnocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rushI gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing itMoms used to tell me like ''nigga, know who you dealing with''Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older waysRat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first KI was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like ''ay''''Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk'' - we like ''damn, nigga''Then again - ''yawk, yawk'' - we like ''damn, nigga''Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan, niggaLater on he got locked so know we're taking his fadesContinue the chapter from his life, we flipping that pageGangbanging was a ritual and grandma would helpShe should've never left her gun on the shelfThis little Piggy went to marketThis little Piggy carry chrome[Hook 2]
