Schoolboy Q - Black Lip Bastard (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by Willie B] [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] This what you really want, huh? Turn me up, Ali! [Sample: Donny Hathaway] I know your image of me Is what I hope to be [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Black lip ba*tard, pa** me your pa**word So I can hack inside your brain, see, I too have gone insane Before I fall, I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name Lead shower, Anna Peebles hour, b**h; stand the rain! Look inside my parking garage and see a collage Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five Calculate my steps and strategically took my time Even falling off, I land on the a** of Nicki Minaj (so soft) Eat that pink p**y like it's Friday Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade And somebody tell Rihanna too I need that vagina too (Hey baby) Don't f**ing take me for some kind of fool I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views Countertops, we hop over, hit the register, then we move I hope this sh** can register on a regular soon Before I climb this pedestal And make you catch my f**ing stool, b**h K.Dot, leave 'em grievin' on evening news Even when society break even, I'll break rules [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I told n***as, caught wrecked, then I towed n***as Fold n***as like clothes and drawers, n***a Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg Like a cliché to rock a show – is that over your head? n***as stretching the truth like they choose to do yoga instead Either that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle The ba** bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make 'em pay double Anxious when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle You're basic like cable to a satellite dish You was running L.A., now you out of there like Fish What more can I say? I'm a ba*tard with black lips Black shirt, black shades, long black dick I'm awkward, dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis' a** [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time f** tHis rap sh*t, I'm active s**ing on titties since I was eight Hoodie witH my sHades, I ain't tryna be fake So don't be talking to me, p**y Running your gums like you be Loc'ing WHen tHe world know tHat you're nookie Rookie, softer tHan infant fabric – I won't have it WHen tHe gun drawn, get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted Know my n***as movin' You Hesitating to Hit tHe lick, wHat tHe f** is you doin'? [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Perpetrating, b**hes popping Percocet and percolating Freelance for God, but do the work of Satan – whatever works I'm clever with the words, if you haven't noticed yet Lightyears ahead, I'm bright and I like to get oral s** Soul brother number one plus one Getting fed like where d** and guns come from [Verse 5: Jay Rock] All we do is do it, sh**tin' on the competition Taking heads off; this Hannibal Lecter music You n***as don't move me, you n***as just movies Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies Get home, smoke, poke on some coochie I'm just f**ing around, enough with them fairy tales But I bust heads for real, go head… I'm Jay Rock, you lil n***as beneath me How you gon' dance with the devil with two left feet? Peep, thinking you sweet, but you weak Talking out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant Unless you David, remember, my n***a, I'm not Goliath Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water; call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your a** with a trident Money on the table, my n***a, you know I'm all in If rap was a drink, you wine, n***a, I'm all gin Hunnit proof, recruit a hunnit troops who love to shoot No fluke, my n***a, you know that's what us Hunters do East side up, Watts City mayhem Choppers, they sprayin' from AM to PM I'm the silent a**a**in of the four-headed dragon Black Hippy blastin' a .50 out the back of the Benz Wagon Toe-taggin' wack rappers off G.P You can't see me – your vision ain't 3D You smoking on that seaweed, we rollin' up that kiwi In the backwood lighting, we high for like three weeks You paying for that p**y, but we always get freebies Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it's history You know the night and day is ours Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, b**h! [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] Is this what y'all really want? This Black Hippy sh** what y'all really want? When I'm in interviews, don't ask me 'bout no crews No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's gettin' it I don't give a f**, n***a I just paid-- I just paid six figures in taxes, n***a I'm rich daily, on some independent sh** Uncle Sam talking 'bout [?] I'm like "n***a, f** you!" K-Dot said it, not Kendrick Ab-Soul got us stuck on the planet, n***a T.D.E., solar system, Control System, bee-otch!