Schoolboy Q, Tyler, The Creator, Kurupt - The Purge lyrics
Tyler Gregory Okonma
[Schoolboy Q, Tyler, The Creator, Kurupt - The Purge lyrics]
My daddy said, "yeah, nigga"
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motherfucker
This is war
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga
As this G shit begin
Put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my peace offering
(Yo, yeah, uh, yeah)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out
I spark your apartment deadline my clothing
Don't fuck with Pink Dolphin
Strap on his hairline
His forehead gets softened
Send extras through his chest bones, shit
He don't need that coffin
Most niggas would've run away
But me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on
My wardrobe look awesome
Now, nah, I ain't on
No dolphin, fuck rhyming, i'm Cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living
All this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-bys I ain't steering
White funerals, I ain't tearin'
Fuck your bitch in front of your children
Steal your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her mouth
Bust in her hair i'm very rare
Got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK)
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motherfucker
This is war yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros
Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side
Getting Deebo'd
Always asking for the burner, like
Young niggas still freeload
Heart big as my ego
Don't fly around my signal
I'll rearrange your dental
Crippy my house shoes
Blue rag disciples, murder, I'm liable
You get the Eiffel
Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent
I got the strike once
Won't get the strike twice
You niggas half-price
Which means you half-off, I'm going Adolf
I'm smoking bath salt, two
Sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock-knock through the condos
ScHoolboy from the five-deuce
But Hoover respect to you unranked
Don't fuck around, get that chin banged
Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile
Blue Belts, still my pants down
Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies
My Glock, yeah, fuck buddy, make money
Take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me
But how they got life for me
When they took that from me
Since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny
Had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy
Grab a body bag, homie, yeah
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Mothafucka
This is war
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga yeah, nigga
Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti
Still rolling in a 6
I don't fuck with the Bugatti
Come up in this mothafucka
Looking for a bitch
She probably sucked on my dick then
You kissed her on the lips
The integral, South Central sentinel
Get roped and choked
Poetical tentacles stretch (ha ha ha ha)
Get roped and choked and rope-a doped
Extra overdose of the oki doke
Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and
Everything y'all talk about
They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out
They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
Now cock back that Oxy (Pow pow, pow pow)
Walk inside, pistols popping
Top is popping off
Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 balls
Ghetto tribalist
Squeezing pussies like octopuses
Nigga, show me where the money at
Show me where the kush is
Next time you see me I'll
Probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't
Be fucking with pussies like you
Me, Tyler, and ScHoolboy Q, we told 'em
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Mothafucka
This is war
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motherfucker
This is war
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga
As this G shit begin
Put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my peace offering
(Yo, yeah, uh, yeah)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out
I spark your apartment deadline my clothing
Don't fuck with Pink Dolphin
Strap on his hairline
His forehead gets softened
Send extras through his chest bones, shit
He don't need that coffin
Most niggas would've run away
But me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on
My wardrobe look awesome
Now, nah, I ain't on
No dolphin, fuck rhyming, i'm Cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living
All this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-bys I ain't steering
White funerals, I ain't tearin'
Fuck your bitch in front of your children
Steal your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her mouth
Bust in her hair i'm very rare
Got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK)
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Motherfucker
This is war yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros
Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side
Getting Deebo'd
Always asking for the burner, like
Young niggas still freeload
Heart big as my ego
Don't fly around my signal
I'll rearrange your dental
Crippy my house shoes
Blue rag disciples, murder, I'm liable
You get the Eiffel
Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent
I got the strike once
Won't get the strike twice
You niggas half-price
Which means you half-off, I'm going Adolf
I'm smoking bath salt, two
Sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock-knock through the condos
ScHoolboy from the five-deuce
But Hoover respect to you unranked
Don't fuck around, get that chin banged
Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile
Blue Belts, still my pants down
Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies
My Glock, yeah, fuck buddy, make money
Take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me
But how they got life for me
When they took that from me
Since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny
Had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy
Grab a body bag, homie, yeah
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Mothafucka
This is war
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga yeah, nigga
Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti
Still rolling in a 6
I don't fuck with the Bugatti
Come up in this mothafucka
Looking for a bitch
She probably sucked on my dick then
You kissed her on the lips
The integral, South Central sentinel
Get roped and choked
Poetical tentacles stretch (ha ha ha ha)
Get roped and choked and rope-a doped
Extra overdose of the oki doke
Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and
Everything y'all talk about
They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out
They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
Now cock back that Oxy (Pow pow, pow pow)
Walk inside, pistols popping
Top is popping off
Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 balls
Ghetto tribalist
Squeezing pussies like octopuses
Nigga, show me where the money at
Show me where the kush is
Next time you see me I'll
Probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't
Be fucking with pussies like you
Me, Tyler, and ScHoolboy Q, we told 'em
(Pow, pow, pow) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they
Knocking at your door
The sirens getting louder when the
Bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused? Mothafucka
This is war
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga ugh, yeah, nigga
Ugh, yeah, nigga
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