Schoolboy Q - Soccer Dad lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - Soccer Dad lyrics]
Yeah damn, nigga, damn, oh pssht, yeah, uh
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn) yo, uh
Now here we go again, before I had a fam'
Was mappin' out everything I wanted
Earned what I planned
You pussy niggas know about my body
Caught my second wind
Quit actin' like me and my crew of
Niggas ain't bring the rappers in
Quit actin' like the shit
You said wouldn't work
Like we ain't make it win
Quit actin' like you know me, little nigga
We was never friends
My knuckle game, my flip-flop too crazy
I am really him
The soccer dad, my real life too wavy
While I cheer the stands
You little rappers go and wipe your mouth
And go pull up your pants, hm
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn
Groovy ass, no face killer that love to smile
They wonder how I mind my
Business and still around
I got half a ticket parked out crooked
They wonder how
'Cause the Ms on me match my age, my nigga
Wow
I am he, no face killer, and you's a clown
You can paint it good, but truth be told
It's watered down
Had a microphone, styles I flavored
And just a couch
Took it platinum twenty plus times, nigga
I'm not a slouch
Never had a problem with niggas
I couldn't twist up
The big homie, no big homies to politic from
The blueprint of keepin' it low
And stackin' ya' chips up
We buckled down, made shit happen
They didn't pick us
Death, disappointment and struggles ain't
Make my back ache
Pops never showed up, I thank him
It made my life great
The only child raised by women
I had to turn ape
The mental of a Black man hustle
I move at God's pace
Real life pain what I'm talkin'
So I don't play rap
The shit you enjoy what I'm kickin'
I'm goin' through that
The lame niggas tell us who cool now
Where they do that?
Tears on my collar, I'm perfect
It turned a new leaf
Black nigga, bomb ass babies
I took a new leap
Slaughtered every goal that I put out
And got a new reach
Deuce rap, G-Scrap, tootle-tootle and they
Do it through me, uh
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce) damn, nigga, damn
Damn, nigga, damn damn, nigga, damn
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn) yo, uh
Now here we go again, before I had a fam'
Was mappin' out everything I wanted
Earned what I planned
You pussy niggas know about my body
Caught my second wind
Quit actin' like me and my crew of
Niggas ain't bring the rappers in
Quit actin' like the shit
You said wouldn't work
Like we ain't make it win
Quit actin' like you know me, little nigga
We was never friends
My knuckle game, my flip-flop too crazy
I am really him
The soccer dad, my real life too wavy
While I cheer the stands
You little rappers go and wipe your mouth
And go pull up your pants, hm
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my nutsack
Damn, nigga, damn, get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn
Groovy ass, no face killer that love to smile
They wonder how I mind my
Business and still around
I got half a ticket parked out crooked
They wonder how
'Cause the Ms on me match my age, my nigga
Wow
I am he, no face killer, and you's a clown
You can paint it good, but truth be told
It's watered down
Had a microphone, styles I flavored
And just a couch
Took it platinum twenty plus times, nigga
I'm not a slouch
Never had a problem with niggas
I couldn't twist up
The big homie, no big homies to politic from
The blueprint of keepin' it low
And stackin' ya' chips up
We buckled down, made shit happen
They didn't pick us
Death, disappointment and struggles ain't
Make my back ache
Pops never showed up, I thank him
It made my life great
The only child raised by women
I had to turn ape
The mental of a Black man hustle
I move at God's pace
Real life pain what I'm talkin'
So I don't play rap
The shit you enjoy what I'm kickin'
I'm goin' through that
The lame niggas tell us who cool now
Where they do that?
Tears on my collar, I'm perfect
It turned a new leaf
Black nigga, bomb ass babies
I took a new leap
Slaughtered every goal that I put out
And got a new reach
Deuce rap, G-Scrap, tootle-tootle and they
Do it through me, uh
Get up off my dick
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce)
Damn, nigga, damn (Damn, damn)
Damn, nigga, damn (Bounce) damn, nigga, damn
Damn, nigga, damn damn, nigga, damn