Schoolboy Q - SOPA lyrics

[Produced by Nez & Rio] [Intro] (Soulo taught me...) See, yeah, my n***a, see See yes this where sci-fi meets swag, my n***a Like, like, like the Holy Bible in a Gucci Bag, my n***a, swag [?] [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Oh you the kid, I'm Joseph Kony Chip off the block, since puffy socks in my Saucony I touch stock, she s** co*k She dancing Secret Sundays and I'm 'bout to prey (I'm 'bout to prey) I'm smoking dope, I'm smoking dope She got that magical vaginal let me hocus poke Row, row, row my boat gently down your stream She into Alexander McQueen but she ain't met the king (Soulo, Soulo, Soulo, Soulo) kiss the f**ing ring ho TDE we got the belt, "Hold it down if nothing else" And this is my new single, cut the cheese it's bout to melt Lean in my cup, pinky up like Dr. Evil (zip it) Currently we seeing deeds like Adam Sandler ScHoolboy Q, OG, and dirty pineapple Fanta And I ain't never been a mothaf**in' lick 'less I'm right around the clit, Druggys with hoes, O's and 4's [Hook] I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough I said look back at me when you hit the pole Swag so mean, on them f**ing hoes I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough I said look back at me when you hit the pole Swag so mean, on them f**ing hoes [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] Oh, that's your b**h? Well, bruh, she on me I made her lick my sack, then work the top, then f** the homies Got the block hot, cause I set it off No I'm not Weezy, b**h, I'm wheezy from that chronic cough Yeah, I'm smoking dope, you can smell it in my beard Have no fear, saviour of the gangster rap is f**ing here Word around town, SOPA tryna shut it down How that sound I'm from the underground, they're gonna make me slang a pound Figg Row (Figg Row) Figg Row (Figg Row) b**h, what you know about Figg Row (Figg Row) This is original gangster, uh, uh, uh, yeah Smoke it, shoot it, sniff it, smell it, inhale it, sip it, whatever Just mix dope with your flavor uh, uh, uh, yeah In interviews they always asking me about a list Knowing damn well I'm looking like I'm slinging bricks Ever see an ex-student get a half a ticket Think I'm lying, just ask Jimmy, that check was mine as soon as we signed [Hook] I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough I said look back at me when you hit the pole Swag so mean, on them f**ing hoes I'm smoking dope, yo, could smell it on my clothes SOPA tryna censor internet, we tryna get this dough I said look back at me when you hit the pole Swag so mean, on them f**ing hoes [Verse 3: Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q] Soulo ho! Groovy Q! I'm high as f**, n***a me too Won't pa** the weed, but I'll pa** a b**h Fendi on, I might throw a fit Deadline, hoodie on like Trayvon Heard it through the grapevine We got extra pills, lean and shrooms Life for me is just weed and brews Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it) Don't stop! (Get it, get it, get it, get it) (Soulo taught me...) (Soulo taught me...) (Soulo taught me...) (Soulo taught me...) (Soulo taught me...) (Soulo taught me...) (Soulo taught me...) (Soulo taught me...) (I, I don't smoke, I, I, no, no, no) (Soulo taught me...) (put that camera down) [?] (I did camera [?] give me some, ok, yeah) (give me some) (Yeah, I ain't quit n***a) (Oh what the f**... )