[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, go hard for the squad like, bam!
Spray with a stain on it (sh**)
Flamed out the nozzle, at it full throttle
Acting hyena, black ninas
Uh, it's young n***as heating up Phoenix
Top Dawg familiar, crept with a Dillinger
in my fifth pocket, chump n***as stop it
Say you pressing who? f** around and get a tattoo
Have me dumping out the sunroof
Consequences you done ran through
Caught his a** slipping looking pretty in them sandals
Keep the gangster to the streets, you know the sh** was handled
Ten speed, handle bar sh**, Astro fit
Hopped off with a message in a clip
Inbox read (third verse), hitting till the third
I'll be back up on the curb, what's the word, word, word, word, word?
[Chorus: Ab-Soul (ScHoolboy Q)]
We continue to bring you
nothing but that true gang-
-ster sh** you can move to, groove to, ooooh
(What's the word? What's the word? What's the word?)
We continue to bring you
nothing but that true sh**, G sh**
[Jay Rock]
Never had much, always had heart
Always had guts, I don't give a f**
I ride like a bus, heavy with my flows
while my n***as in the spot, heavy with the blow
Plenty n***as broke, plenty homicides
Plenty mommas cry, yeah we wonder why
Stress on my thoughts, blowing weed out my jaws
Four-five n***as riding five deep in the car
Choppers in the trunk, choppers in the front
Catch a n***a slipping, then we taking what we want
Gang affiliated, a lot of n***as hating
cause a n***a red, steady beaming like a laser
Product of my environment, can't help where I came from
Watts, California where a n***a got his game from
Name from, what it do? Go ahead and blaze one
Be patient my n***a, we gon' ball when the day come
Disrespect the click, then I guess we gotta take one
Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something
I guess we gotta shake something
Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something
So what's the word?
[Chorus]
[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, young 50, raw central kid
Macks near f**ing lose your lip
Probably see me on Figg, 81 bus stop
Liquor stores and, hooker who*es and, needle poison
Uh, everybody crooked
Lights out, shooting ranges, sh** is dangerous
Keep your shoes tied motherf**er
sh**, it gets live motherf**er, sh**'s real
Get your a** trampled in the field
Youngin, should have let your muscle build
Broken jaws, and them stars be the evidence
Just another n***a tatted up upon my abdomen
Y'all squabbles, gang meetings, set functions
Have my sh** bumping
Mid-central and Wayside stay jumping, we riding out
Middle finger, f** the law, shoot they momma's house, hahah
That's the word
[Chorus]
[Ab-Soul]
G sh**
G sh**
G sh**
We continue to bring you