Schoolboy Q - Constipation lyrics

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Schoolboy Q - Constipation lyrics

[Intro:Ab-Soul] As we proceed to give you what you need, T-D-E [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q (Ab-Soul)] Omega, Black Hippy came tHrough to switch flavors Wake and bake no taters (Pa-pa** me tHe ketcHup I'll Homestyle fry 'em) (You n***as better catch up as swift as I am) (I was born in Zion) I defeated tHe Lion Soul made of iron (Yeah, Soul made of iron) NaH, n***a talking How you can't fold wHen you trying Strive for triumpH (Survive by any means necessary even if it means dying) f** tHe world missionary, Malcolm got popped Obama got in office, and I'm still on the block Ain't sh*t cHanged, tHe grinding never stops (Call it progress, and the reason why the chicks always fall in our nest) Two n***as getting High (Flying objects) We got next, now forever the Hippy is black interrogated by Instrumentals tHat give me a rHytHm Put tHe maize togetHer and blaze (Don't be afraid) (See tHis is How we do Would say I tHougHt you knew but tHat would not be true) In fact, Be Q (You f*gs are through And like all of you teachers thus far) I'm pa**ing you [Hook: Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q] Black Hippy!Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy Soul! Black Hippy, Black-bla-b-b-bl-Black Hippy (yeh) Black-bla-b-b-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-bla-b-b-b-Black Hippy Please fix ya face, we rolling up so much, anticipation We finna shock the nation, Oh sh**! Constipation! f** b**hes, f** hoes, f** b**hes f** hoes f** b**hes (We finna shock the nation) f** hoes f** b**hes (Constipation) f** hoes,f** b**hes,f** hoes f** b**hes, f** hoes, f** b**hes, f** hoes (As we proceed) [Verse 2: Jay-Rock (Kendrick Lamar)] Activist (Rebel without a cause) Full clip left you stiff like a mannequin (Hit him in his temple, left him at the Taj Mahal, What you on) I'm on some other sh**, feeling like I stepped off the mother ship (We sabotage the government, CIA gotta evacuate when we done) The state troopers would call off the shooters at dead run It's going down I said (Boogie down, down) Boogie down Bronx (In a black borrow hound) Bumping Biggie like (Pac ain't dead) Two side call it Twenty-two (Ugh) (I'm twenty-two and I rap like twenty zoos) Straight animal (Ace Ventura couldn't find no cure) So raw probably bite off the face of Hannibal (Protein shakes, acid, and manure) [Hook]