Schoolboy Q - Raymond 1969 lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - Raymond 1969 lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah boo
Huh yeah, huh
"You better watch your step!"
Huh, yeah (yeah)
They say the gangsters back
(Back) , give God a heart attack (yeah)
Red-eye insomniac, let's get this fucker live
(yeah, yeah)
Loading up pistols while getting high
Forty-five nines, who smokin'
Sending nickels and dimes (Pop, pop, dimes)
My little nigga twelve, said he with it, yeah
(yeah) gave him a sherm stick and watched
Him while he hit it, mm!
(yeah)
Soon as he lit it, cuz was finished (Tss)
Now cock back the gat, leave
The mask and gloves, let's get to business
(yeah, nigga)
But they worried 'bout Osama (Tuh)
Kill the bitch nigga and
Get his family mañana (yeah)
Didn't get a comm, nor a cent, for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe
So he can hold his head in honor (What)
Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking, ugh
(yeah) living abortions
They oughta raise the price on coffins (Huh)
They fucking make a killing (Make a killing)
But I ain't dying up in prison
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Yawk! Yawk!
Money, money, hoes, clothes, nigga
That's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) Ugh, geah
Murder, murder, kill
Get your fucking cap peeled (Peeled)
(I put that on my mom and 'em) Ugh, geah
Fear around here, I smell death around here
('Round here)
(On my mom and 'em) On my mom and 'em
Don't be snooping 'round here
Get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em) Ugh, ugh
They say 2012, the world gon' end (Nah)
But, shit
It been over since Raymond recruited soldiers
1969, evolution of Devil's time (Time)
Ain't walking up in no shrine, shit
I'm living a life of crime (Life of crime)
Pops never gave a chance, my mom crying
(My mom crying, yeah)
She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind
(yeah) sneaking out the window with angel
Dust in my Indo (Indo)
Keys to her ignition, new
Mission, you better limbo, ugh
Fire pit's let to eject, I hardly miss (yeah)
Nigga ditch
Sleep on my dog ain't that a bitch?
(That a bitch, huh)
And I ain't on my Odd Future tip
But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose
And tell his ass to shit (yeah, nigga)
But they worry 'bout Osama (Ugh)
Blood and Crip niggas
Lifetime of Jeffery Dahmers (yeah)
Flashy for the moment, I'm on it
I pop your collar (Nigga)
Suicidal ain't fucking with these
Young wild connivers, we riders
(Ugh)
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga
That's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) Mom and 'em, geah
Murder-murder, kill get your
Fucking cap peeled (Peeled)
(I put that on my mom and
'em) On my mom and 'em
Fear around here, I smell death around here
('Round here)
(On my mom and 'em) On my mom and 'em
Don't be snooping 'round here
Get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em)
Didn't learn too much in school
But I done learned some shit
(Learned some shit)
36 a kilo, 28 grams a zip (Ugh)
Pot brownies and white cookies (Ugh, yeah)
Cops'll pat me down but won't
Touch on my girl's tushie (Ha, nah)
Fuck, they sent the lady cop
They tryna book me (Shit)
All else fails, balloon packs
Tampon that pussy (yeah)
Back to the set to laugh about
It and get it off (Ugh)
Lobster tails and butter sauce, same clothes
But still a boss (Ah, ugh)
On a mothafuckin' robbing spree
Prolly be televised
Bitch I want the world to see
(World to see, huh, huh)
Now, you dumb fuckers heard of the
Sickest nigga out
I found out that blood's burgundy
(Burgundy, ha, ha)
But they worry 'bout Osama 9
11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama
(Nah)
Vietnam wars, I'm sending copper galore
Bodies hit the floor, God
Knows I'm playing Lord, for sure
(Ugh, Q)
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga
That's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) Mom and 'em, ugh, geah
Murder-murder, kill get your
Fucking cap peeled (Peeled)
(I put that on my mom and
'em) On my mom and 'em, geah
Fear around here, I smell death around here
('Round here)
(On my mom and 'em) On my mom and 'em, yeah
Don't be snooping 'round here
Get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em) Mom and 'em
Make money
(Money) , make money-money-money (money)
Take money
(Money) , take money-money-money (Money)
Make money (Money) , steal money-money-money
Kill money (Money) , my money-money-money
Undefied, no signs of regret
Your swollen pride assumes respect
Talons fly as a last disguise
But no return, the time has come
Huh yeah, huh
"You better watch your step!"
Huh, yeah (yeah)
They say the gangsters back
(Back) , give God a heart attack (yeah)
Red-eye insomniac, let's get this fucker live
(yeah, yeah)
Loading up pistols while getting high
Forty-five nines, who smokin'
Sending nickels and dimes (Pop, pop, dimes)
My little nigga twelve, said he with it, yeah
(yeah) gave him a sherm stick and watched
Him while he hit it, mm!
(yeah)
Soon as he lit it, cuz was finished (Tss)
Now cock back the gat, leave
The mask and gloves, let's get to business
(yeah, nigga)
But they worried 'bout Osama (Tuh)
Kill the bitch nigga and
Get his family mañana (yeah)
Didn't get a comm, nor a cent, for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe
So he can hold his head in honor (What)
Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking, ugh
(yeah) living abortions
They oughta raise the price on coffins (Huh)
They fucking make a killing (Make a killing)
But I ain't dying up in prison
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
Yawk! Yawk!
Money, money, hoes, clothes, nigga
That's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) Ugh, geah
Murder, murder, kill
Get your fucking cap peeled (Peeled)
(I put that on my mom and 'em) Ugh, geah
Fear around here, I smell death around here
('Round here)
(On my mom and 'em) On my mom and 'em
Don't be snooping 'round here
Get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em) Ugh, ugh
They say 2012, the world gon' end (Nah)
But, shit
It been over since Raymond recruited soldiers
1969, evolution of Devil's time (Time)
Ain't walking up in no shrine, shit
I'm living a life of crime (Life of crime)
Pops never gave a chance, my mom crying
(My mom crying, yeah)
She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind
(yeah) sneaking out the window with angel
Dust in my Indo (Indo)
Keys to her ignition, new
Mission, you better limbo, ugh
Fire pit's let to eject, I hardly miss (yeah)
Nigga ditch
Sleep on my dog ain't that a bitch?
(That a bitch, huh)
And I ain't on my Odd Future tip
But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose
And tell his ass to shit (yeah, nigga)
But they worry 'bout Osama (Ugh)
Blood and Crip niggas
Lifetime of Jeffery Dahmers (yeah)
Flashy for the moment, I'm on it
I pop your collar (Nigga)
Suicidal ain't fucking with these
Young wild connivers, we riders
(Ugh)
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga
That's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) Mom and 'em, geah
Murder-murder, kill get your
Fucking cap peeled (Peeled)
(I put that on my mom and
'em) On my mom and 'em
Fear around here, I smell death around here
('Round here)
(On my mom and 'em) On my mom and 'em
Don't be snooping 'round here
Get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em)
Didn't learn too much in school
But I done learned some shit
(Learned some shit)
36 a kilo, 28 grams a zip (Ugh)
Pot brownies and white cookies (Ugh, yeah)
Cops'll pat me down but won't
Touch on my girl's tushie (Ha, nah)
Fuck, they sent the lady cop
They tryna book me (Shit)
All else fails, balloon packs
Tampon that pussy (yeah)
Back to the set to laugh about
It and get it off (Ugh)
Lobster tails and butter sauce, same clothes
But still a boss (Ah, ugh)
On a mothafuckin' robbing spree
Prolly be televised
Bitch I want the world to see
(World to see, huh, huh)
Now, you dumb fuckers heard of the
Sickest nigga out
I found out that blood's burgundy
(Burgundy, ha, ha)
But they worry 'bout Osama 9
11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama
(Nah)
Vietnam wars, I'm sending copper galore
Bodies hit the floor, God
Knows I'm playing Lord, for sure
(Ugh, Q)
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga
That's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) Mom and 'em, ugh, geah
Murder-murder, kill get your
Fucking cap peeled (Peeled)
(I put that on my mom and
'em) On my mom and 'em, geah
Fear around here, I smell death around here
('Round here)
(On my mom and 'em) On my mom and 'em, yeah
Don't be snooping 'round here
Get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em) Mom and 'em
Make money
(Money) , make money-money-money (money)
Take money
(Money) , take money-money-money (Money)
Make money (Money) , steal money-money-money
Kill money (Money) , my money-money-money
Undefied, no signs of regret
Your swollen pride assumes respect
Talons fly as a last disguise
But no return, the time has come