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      Hoover Street

      ScHoolboy Q

      Album: Oxymoron

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      ScHoolboy Q - Hoover Street Música y Letra

      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 familia (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 (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 balling
      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 every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga
      But click-clack, pow-pow-pow (boom, nigga)
      But meet glock clock familia (boom)
      
      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 margielas
      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 radios 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
      Unless we rewind and 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
      Give me the keys, extra fritos, chili and cheese
      Threw some baby lucas in his eyes before I leave
      The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well
      And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a robbery
      This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome
      
      Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more
      She always got me things that we couldn't afford
      The new js and tommy hill in my drawers
      Sega genesis, nintendo 64, see golden eye was away at war
      We wasn't thinking of getting money then
      Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his benz
      Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down
      I also notice moms be locking doors when he around
      But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us
      My bike is missing, grandma like to hide her check every month
      My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups
      Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush
      I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it
      Moms used to tell me like, nigga, know who you dealing with
      Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways
      Rat-tone my nigga's brother showed me my first k
      I was amazed, me and floyd was in the back, he called us over like, hey
      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, nigga
      Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades
      Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page
      Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help
      She should've never left her gun on the shelf
      This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome

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