Schoolboy Q - Hoover Street lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - Hoover Street lyrics]
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 (Huhhuhhuh huhhuh)
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 ho's 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
(Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
(Sunlight, 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 up off my ass
Hit the lick and barely passed 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 me Glock clock familia (Boom)
Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
(yeah)
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 lead
Grandma taught me well and my uncle gun, was
The accessory, 211 sipping, plus a robbery
This little piggy went to market
This little piggy carry chrome
I done jumped up off my ass
Hit the lick and barely passed 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 me Glock clock familia (Boom)
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
His 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 -"Daaaaaamn
Nigga"
Then again - YAWK, YAWK! We like, "Daaaaaamn
Nigga!" hearing him say "Cuz'", turned
Us to a faaaaaan, nigga!
Later on he got locked
So now 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
I done jumped up off my ass
Hit the lick and barely passed 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 me Glock clock familia (Boom)
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 (Huhhuhhuh huhhuh)
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 ho's 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
(Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
(Sunlight, 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 up off my ass
Hit the lick and barely passed 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 me Glock clock familia (Boom)
Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
(yeah)
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 lead
Grandma taught me well and my uncle gun, was
The accessory, 211 sipping, plus a robbery
This little piggy went to market
This little piggy carry chrome
I done jumped up off my ass
Hit the lick and barely passed 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 me Glock clock familia (Boom)
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
His 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 -"Daaaaaamn
Nigga"
Then again - YAWK, YAWK! We like, "Daaaaaamn
Nigga!" hearing him say "Cuz'", turned
Us to a faaaaaan, nigga!
Later on he got locked
So now 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
I done jumped up off my ass
Hit the lick and barely passed 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 me Glock clock familia (Boom)