Lyrics ScHoolboy Q

ScHoolboy Q

WHat's THa Word

Go hard for the spotlight

Spray with a stain on it

Shit flamed out the nozzle

Acting high heater black ninas

Its young niggas heatin up Phoenix

Top Dawg familiar

Crept with a Dillinger

In my 5th pocket

Chump niggas stop it

Say you pressin' who?

Fuck around and get a tattoo

Had me dumpin' out the sun roof

Consequences you done ran thru

Caught his ass lookin' pretty in them sandals

Keep them gangstas in the streets

You know that shit was handled

10 speed, handle bar shift, Astro fit

Hopped off with a message in the clip

Inboxed read (3rd Verse)

I'll be back up on the curb

What's the word? (word, word, word)

We continue to bring you nothin'

But that true gangster shit

You can move to groove to

What's the word? x3

We continue to bring you

Nothin' but that true shit, G shit

Never had much

Always had heart, Always had guts

I dont give a fuck, I ride like a bus

Heavy with my flows while my niggas in the spot

Heavy with the blow

Plenty niggas broke, Plenty homicides, Plenty Mommas cried

Care we wonder why?

Stress on my thoughts

Blowin weed out my jaws

4-5 niggas ridin' 5 deep in the car

Choppers in the trunk, Choppers in the front

Catch a nigga slippin' then we takin' what we want

Gang affiliated

A lot of niggas hatin'

Cause a nigga steady beamin' like Laker

Product of my environment can't help where I came from

Watts, California

where a nigga got his name from, name from

What it do? Go ahead and blaze one

Be patient my nigga we gon' ball when the day come

Disrespect the clique then I guess we gotta' take one

Haters throw salt so I guess we gotta shake somethin' x2

We continue to bring you nothin'

But that true gangster shit

You can move to groove to

We continue to bring you

Nothin' but that true shit, G shit

Young 50 raw central kid?

Macks? fuckin' lose your lip

Probably seen me on Fed 81 bus stop

Where niggas put the whores there?

Lights out shootin' ranges, shit is dangerous

Keep yo shoes tied mothafucka

Shit it gets live muthafucka, shits real

Get yo ass shred up in the field?

Youngin' shit lets yo ass muscle bills

Broken jaws and them stars be the evidence

Just another nigga tatted up among my abdomen

Gang meetings, Set functions had my shit bumpin'

Mid central way side stay jumpin'

Middle finger out, shoot they mommas house (haha)

We continue to bring you nothin'

But that true gangster shit

You can move to groove to

We continue to bring you

Nothin' but that true shit, G shit x5

We continue to bring you