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Hoover Street

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: ScHoolboy Q Canonical path: /schoolboy-q/hoover-street Related lyric paths: 6
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Hoover Street

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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

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 hoes 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

(It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)

How'd it feel to be a real nigga?

(It's on like 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 off my ass

Hit the lick and barely pass 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 meet glock clock familia (boom)

Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink

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 leak, grandma taught me well

And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a robbery

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome

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, he 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, damn, nigga

Then again, yawk, yawk! We like, damn, nigga

Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan, nigga

Later on he got locked so know 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

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