Schoolboy Q - Fuck LA lyrics

[Schoolboy Q - Fuck LA lyrics]

Pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days
Brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch
I am LA pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days
Brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch
I am LA

Gimme bucks, might show up in tux
Got my millions up
Nigga, what? Spanish ho in cut
She supreme deluxe
Asian broads, cute Caucasian broads
Guess I'm dipped in sauce
Nimcompoop, gunplay peek-a boo
Guess who tagging you?
Bring showers through, grab ya bathing suit
We-we-wet 'em all, cannonball, swipe
My debit card, fly from here to Mars
Nigga, what? Got my millions up
F-f-fuck you mean?
We stacking green, stacking stacks
Of green, flip 'em, trampoline

Pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days
Brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch
I am LA pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days
Brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch
I am LA

Groovy Q, murk the judges crew
Fuck the jury too bang the set, rep my 52
Young hog down to shoot
I keep a Glock or get razor sharp, bitch
Get left with Pac
My Biggie knock, he won't know who shot
Fearing down the block
On service work, lay back close the curt
Pop my collar first
And blew my trees, put my nerves at ease
'til my trigger squeeze
My heater heat, still I'm
High off weed, bitch, that's high degrees
I money make, AM out of state
Call that wake and bake
Bring cookie sheets, dough boys on the beat
Well known in the streets
I'm Crip for real, way before the deal
Had them Oxy pills in act we seal, straight
From Murderville, yeah, we served a lot
Left days on blocks, got them
Tens in socks, nah nah, not talking shoes
I'm talking rocks, had the dopest spots
Look out for the cops
My mini-me, snatch the dope and flee
Guess that's how it be when you OG
He said he lived through me
But I'm stacking mills
I'm speaking real, shock the world for real
Pull up in that ill

Pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days
Brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch
I am LA pussy lips, contraband for chips
Sold all kinds of shit
Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips
Switched all kinda clips
50 raised, since my county days
Brought all kind of fades
Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch
I am LA

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