Playlist Schoolboy Q

schoolboy q - collard greens

[Hook]
Luxury, chidi-ching-ching could buy anything, cop that
Collard greens, three degrees low, make it hot for me, drop that
Down with that shit, drink this, smoke this, get down with the shit, aye
Down with the shit, cop this, pop this, down with the shit

[Verse 1]
Smoke this, drink this, straight to my liver
Watch this, no tick, yeah, I'm the nigga
Gang rap, X-mas, smoke, shots I deliver
Faded, Vegas, might sponsor the killer
Shake it, break it, hot-hot for the winter
Drop it, cop it, eyes locked on your inner object
Rock it, blast-blast, new beginnings
Lovely, pinky how not I remember, fiending
Give me, give me, give me some
Freak the freckles off your face, frenchy, freaking, swapping tongue
Click my link and spread your buns, loose your denim, make it numb
Blow it baby, no Saddam (Icky-icky, icky-icky)
Fucking in the car service, thank me for the car pool
Chromosome, part full, prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco, popping since the intro
You shopping from the window, play my favorite tempo

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Hold up, biatch, this your favorite song
Translation: Ven aqui, mami, ese culo
Tu quieres cojer mis huevos, y papi me desespero
Chuparse puto pendejo, el pinche cabron - let's get it
Nights like this, I'm a knight like this, sword in my hand, I fight like this
And I'm more than a man, I'm a God, bitch, touche, en garde
Toupée drop and her two tits pop out of that tank top and bra
And when I say "Doo-doo, doo-doo," bitch, that be K. Dot
She want some more of this, I give her more of this, I owe her this
In fact, I know she miss the way I floored this, I'm forgis
I know my Houston partners, drop a four on this
And focus, and slow it down, alright, let me blow this bitch
I'm famous, I blame this on you, cash in the mirror
Hang in my penthouse roof, skyline the clearest
Watch it, your optics, popping out, you look the weirdest
Pop my top on the 105, head with no power steering, ah!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Bummy nigga famous, straight from the bottom
Broke niggas hate it, still never robbed him
Guns in the basement, out they have a problem
Kush be my fragrance, we love marijuana
Function on fire, burn the roof off this mothafucka
Psych ward is balling, go craze like no other
Weed steady blowing, pass the blunt to my momma
Runs in the family, puff-puff keep a nigga fiending
Faded, faded-faded right
Shot glass super size, she gon' get some dick tonight
Meet me at the W, and no it's not the Westside
Stick it up ya Southside (Icky-icky, icky-icky)
Baller futuristic, groovy gangsta with an attitude
What these niggas make a year, I spend that on my daughter shoes
Smoking weed and drinking, all the college students loving Q
We gon' turn it out until the neighbors wanna party too

[Hook]

schoolboy q - i m good

As a younger age, never really gave a shit
Just my grandma arms, kept me out of harm
Nigga went to class, my football pads
Kept the burner stashed, they ain't gon' catch my ass
In the pontiac with the bad speakers
Back then? Shit, I was into sneakers
And fitted caps, side kicks
My same bitch, she a down bitch

Had a little daughter, glad it ain't a boy
Knew she'd bring me joy, so I named her joy
Kiss her on her head, then I kiss her lips
Then I kiss her cheek, lay her down to sleep
Trials and tribulations helped me through my situations
Little observations stopped the cops from confrontations
And the ghetto bird, and a nigga snitched
But I'm still dipping, shit, I ain't tripping

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
(Bj the chicago kid)
(I know I'm not perfect
But I'll still make a decision that make
My life still worth it, yea-ea-eahh
And sometimes it may hurt
But I know what you see ain't what it's gon' be
Cause I know my worth, yeeaahh...)

Got a lil' older, nigga seen a lot of shit
Been out in boston, even got to see the knicks
I've been to dallas, slap a five with the bench
Back to the hood where niggas betting on the six
But shit is crazy
Lil' teisha and tamika bout to kill they babies
Pregnant at the same time, and they think that shit is cute
Always running from the truth, bigger dream they must pursue

And they babies wasn't in it
Just going bout they business in the club
She off of guinness, adioses with the lemon
V. I. p. She dreams of, in the club looking for mean buzz
In a dress looking distinctive
Ass hanging, got that ass hanging with the biggest baller in the club
Ain't got a dub, but she want some love
Wasn't polite, but she feel it's right (feel it's right)
Lay it down, then he dimmed the lights, played it right for the night

Uh, ignorance is bliss, but to know is pain
No matter what we reap, we still sow the same
The concept of change is second-rate to change
Either way around, the cycle still remains
Out my project window, observing the wannabes blowing endo
Shooting dice on the corner, big homie roll up with his kinfolk
Unfold a stack on 'em like, what they hitting for?
Slamming the doors on his benzo

He left the engine running, bumping something sounding like
Late eighties r&b, trunk full of china white
Type of nigga ladies like, known dope dealer
Money, cash, hoes getter, slash stone cold killer
He can't sleep at night, his victim's eyes piercing through his soul
He wake up every time his eyes close
That's who them young boys aspire to see
Underneath the palm trees, that's who they dying to be
But I'm good

schoolboy q - man of the year

[Intro]
Y-y-y-yeah

[Hook]
Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It?s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]
Uuh, (uuh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

[Verse 1]
Yeah, home of the party and the trees
Sunny la-land of the G's
Please let a nigga breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed
Peace, love, enemies
Nigga I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet?
Got pipe for the cheeks
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat
Fuck that bitch, she ain't gotta eat
B-bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge
Man I heard you a hound
Bruh man, that bitch need a pound
Tip, tip, tip bounce out her gown
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border
Pop, pop, pop, down to the floor
Bounce

[Bridge]

[Hook x3]

[Bridge x3]

[Verse 2]
Home of the slangin' on the curb
Weed card every corner sell herb
Watch you fly to a bird
Nigga I could pitch you a curb
Let this real shit occur
Make mills from a verb
Nigga cop a crib in the burbs
Nigga you ain't said nothing but a word
Smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then nigga going broke by the third
Bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow
Every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, ju-jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
B-b-b-bounce from the ground
High for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop, pop, pop down from the floor
Bounce

[Bridge]

[Hook x3]

[Bridge x3]

schoolboy q - sex drive

I'm started up, let's go, dipping through your solar system
Hopefully steal your heart, you be the victim
No I wouldn't share
Hey I did the crime, now close your eyes
Let me ease your mind, I won't steer you blind
Came right on time, just keep behind
Let me guide the way, it's your lucky day
Let's fornicate, play the way that grown ups play
Teach you how to drive a stick, baby girl, it'll be okay

First gear, second gear, third gear hell yeah
Panties dropping, I can treat her proper
Puff my pass into your lust, let me be your doctor
I can please you right, let me give you life
Little cpr, can I use your car
Metal to the floor, see you drive me hard
You's a superstar let me be your bodyguard
Wetter than tsunami, lord, let me dive in
Through your tidal wave, now be amazed
Scorpio, sex drive, gemini, sex drive, pisces, sex drive
Virgo, sex drive, aquarius, sex drive, sagittarius
Let me be your sex drive
(Satisfaction fills me up inside, can you turn me on)
(Be my sex right only if your sex is right, can you cut me on)

As the world spins, we gain power
Your cervix stay on wet, you a stormy shower
Mind fuck you girl, undress you we can fuck for hours
Day and night, no rubbers, we love this, no covers
Freak you with my tongue, you also go down where I'm hung
Open up, a chapter begun, we can build like a factory hun
The nexus sits right on the sun
Solar eclipse as soon as we cum
Soon as we cum, and a new [?] rest living they dumb

We cruise, you done won my heart over, how can we lose
From a fantasy to real life, you I choose
Came a long way from fucking friends we was due
Ooh, just me and you, ooh, just me and you
Never scared of commitment, see you my boo
We can get ghost, get lost and the bond is true
Flying through the city, clouds reconcile
Saying vows, fuck around and have a child
Break me down and build me up again
Love me 'til the sun comes up and then
We can fuck and fuck and fuck again

schoolboy q - there he go

Ain't got no jewelry on, still I'm shining hard
Ain't got no bodyguard, walking solo through the mall
Bitches and the hoes know they see me they like
"there he go! "
They be like, "there he go! Schoolboy, there he go! "
Chiefing like a mothafuckin' seminole
Here we go, off probation probably go to mehico
Furthermore, can't find this in the store
this shit ain't for the low

Got my daughter swagging
Like her mothafuckin' daddy though
The patio, what a mothafuckin' view
Nappy chin hairs, bitch, I'm mothafuckin' q
Uhh, mothafucka, mothafucka, yeah
Fucking is my favorite word, reason why I'm fucking her
She swallow my dick and balls, whatever occur
Purr, I love that kitty cat

Ass fat, throw it back, I can't believe you wifing that
Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she's a double gulp
My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
Nigga try sneaking up on me and I'm making noise
But what I failed to understand, I'm the mothafuckin' man
Ran into him, he's a fan, goddamn

I'm shining hard, they be like, "there he go! "
No bodyguard, they be like, "there he go! "
Up in your broad, they be like, "there he go! "
They be like, "there he go! Schoolboy, there he go! "
Hiipower, bitch, they be like, "there he go! "
Black hippy shit, they be like, "there he go! "
Magnificent, they be like, "there he go! "
They be like, "there he go! Schoolboy, there he go! "

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it be this nigga here just looking at you lames
With my niggas, yo, we betting on the laker game
Even though my niggas lost, another itunes check done came
Garcia vegas, yeah, that bitch be burning slow
Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
Uh, for sure, ain't no need for niggas out here fronting doe
Metaphor, how I come up with it? I don't fucking know

Y'all acting like that tde don't run la
Coast ain't been this hard since pac, death row and dr. Dre
Word to dr. Dre, detox is like a mix away
So go ahead and let the grown-ups work
And go somewhere and play
Worldwide holocaust, cuh we murder shit
Without a gun or knife, it's just a fucking hit
Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a fucking pimp
Sagging low, crack a nigga bitch just like pistachio

schoolboy q - break the bank

schoolboy q - man of the year

[Intro]
Y-y-y-yeah

[Hook]
Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It?s a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

[Hook x2]

[Bridge]
Uuh, (uuh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

[Verse 1]
Yeah, home of the party and the trees
Sunny la-land of the G's
Please let a nigga breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed
Peace, love, enemies
Nigga I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet?
Got pipe for the cheeks
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat
Fuck that bitch, she ain't gotta eat
B-bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge
Man I heard you a hound
Bruh man, that bitch need a pound
Tip, tip, tip bounce out her gown
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border
Pop, pop, pop, down to the floor
Bounce

[Bridge]

[Hook x3]

[Bridge x3]

[Verse 2]
Home of the slangin' on the curb
Weed card every corner sell herb
Watch you fly to a bird
Nigga I could pitch you a curb
Let this real shit occur
Make mills from a verb
Nigga cop a crib in the burbs
Nigga you ain't said nothing but a word
Smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then nigga going broke by the third
Bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow
Every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, ju-jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
B-b-b-bounce from the ground
High for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop, pop, pop down from the floor
Bounce

[Bridge]

[Hook x3]

[Bridge x3]

schoolboy q - prescription oxymoron

Part 1 - Prescription

[Verse 1]
Prescription drugs, show me love
Percocets, Adderall
Xanny bars, get codeine involved
Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off
I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought
What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep
I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep
My mommy call, I hit ignore
My daughter calls, I press ignore
My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch
Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma's worse
I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace is involved
My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box
Prescription drugs

[Interlude: Joy]
What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!

[Verse 2]
Prescription drugs, I fell in love
My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
My body numb, she like to give me hugs
I love her touch, I get a rush
When she don't come around, I start to go nuts
My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain
My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this time
He said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes"
I don't decline, at least that's in my mind
Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees
Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC
Continue right, remember seeing light
Wise night, but that's my life
Prescription drugs

[Outro: Joy]
What's wrong? You tired? You mad? Okay, I love you, daddy

Part 2 - Oxymoron

[Hook] 2X
I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

[Verse 1]
Crazy, got my sex on wet in her Mercedes
80s, get these off new shoes for my baby
Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi
What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh
I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's
Only took two days, only re-up'd one time
Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
Nine months out the year, man it's something right here
For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y'all city like lookin' in the mirror
Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh
Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain't make it home
Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here, feeling life ain't fair
If I was in your shoes, I would've copped, don't care
Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh
Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh
I done sold more shit than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up
Stopped selling crack, cause i don't fuck with narcos
Vanity slave, got whips and chains
Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't saying a name

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my bitch booty
Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley?
Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this titty
Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty
Just stopped selling crack today
When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J
I prescribe you I'm your doctor, kay?
You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit
You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit
Do you like this shit, nigga?
Your brain go numb, synthetic heroin
Without the injections, do the same love and affection
How could they say feeling good is an addiction?
But the world is full of shit, so I don't listen
In fact "We living to die" is a contradiction
So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one

[Hook]

schoolboy q - druggys wit hoes again

Drugs, drugs, got them hoes again
(Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down)
Coming down off a pill, see what next we on
Bad little bitch in the driver's seat
Fuck them rappers, should be bumping me
Puff on your own, shit I puff alone
Won't pass the weed, but I'll pass a bitch
Mastermind, the bitch stole my dick
Stuck me up, and didn't hit a lick
Retaliated, had to bust off quick

Uh, let me see, here's some orange juice, you like taking e?
Hennessey, yeah, on the rocks, take a shot and I'll take a bop
Uhh, little sarcasm, swag o. d. Got 'em all laughing
G hippy, he gon' orgasm, leaning out the 4, now I'm really spazzing
Backwoods, that good, high as hell
Ysl, nigga, rack me out, rack me out, I say rack me out!
Just sold it out, then stack me out
Fuck all that shit you be talking 'bout

On the come up and the world can vouch
Been around the globe, no more mami house
Pulled her panties south and I stuck it north
Yeah, I fucked, of course
Having intercourse, I can fuck for life
Guess I fucked her right, she keep talking like
You nasty (you nasty) you nasty (you nasty)
You nasty (see q, you know you nasty)
Bet I got some weed (bet I got your bitch)
Bet she on her knees (bet she swallow dick
Bet she love my swag (bet she leave your ass)
(Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down)

Soulo ho (soulo ho) soulo ho (soulo ho)
Leaning like a mothafuckin' cholo, ho
Blue chucks on, el pollo loc'
Black lip bastard, o. g. Master
Off of e, she climax faster
Spread her legs like mayonnaise
Been had game since sega saturn (soul)
I won't pass the weed
But I'll pass your bitch, would you relax a bit?
I'm on actavis

Them niggas thought I had a laxative, now, ain't that some shit?
Hmm, ain't that some shit?
She suck dick, but she don't give me no lip
I run shit, but I don't be on no field
Bust on hoes, don't need no clip
Now, that's gangsta, bitch
Rolling through the city with my gangsta bitch
I'm a gangsta, bitch! Hiipower
We on y'all heels like anklets

Q, tell these niggas what we on
Throw a ho away, blow an o a day, carry on
She unzipped these 501 jeans
After that she told me, she told me
Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties
Ass, titties, pussy, ho, ass, titties
Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties

Okay! Extra pills! Extra pills, I got extra pills!
2 For the 10, nigga, extra pills! Give your bitch some sex appeal
Hey soul! (extra pills) nigga, what you want? (extra pills)
2 For the 10? (extra pills) well, fuck it then, nigga, give 'em extra pills!
Extra pills! Extra pills! Fuck it then, nigga
2 For the 10, o. d. On a nigga! Extra pills! I said extra pills!

Still got the baddest hoes, still burn the finest weed
Everywhere we go, they still know who we be
Now, take a picture, now, let me be, tde
Got them hoes again, q, got the weed again, solo
(Coming down, coming down, coming down, coming down)

schoolboy q - druggys wit hoes

Got the baddest hoes, got the finest weed
Everywhere I goes, they know who I be
Now take a picture, now let me be
Let me do me, let me be a fiend

I'm shooting up, everyday I'm tryna ball
With my little china doll, got my back like spinal cord
That pistol on me, yeah that. 45
Nigga feeling do or die, fuck tryna be unified
She over there, wanna be over here
So I pull her hair, fuck her from the rear until she there
How are you? Shit, I go by q
Hey ho, now what it do?
Got a king size and it's built for 2

I been meaning, to be leaning up in that pussy
Like promethazine and she took the semen my willy beaming
On any given sunday that pussy a runway
She did it the fun way, smash it like, ticante
She did me hombre no need for nombre, we screaming olé and olé
We scored no goalie, she's just a groupie
And group-a, gave top like toupée, bum rushed that coochie
Her pussy lukewarm like long lay, her head be bombay
Like gin and oj, took a shot, and I won like gameday
Yes I'm the sensei, comprende? Got a ticket, one way

Oh, you don't really see it that I'm gone?
Pass the baton, black, peal rap, spit to the break of the dawn
Nigga we all that, we all that, see that's the shit that we be on
Nigga this black hippy, nothing else, beat so bake I'm 'bout to melt
All my shit be prison felt, tde we got the belt
Hold it down if nothing else, swear to God, on my life
Where it's at? Shit on sight, down to ride, fuck a bike
If I'm locked then fly a kite, keep a strap on like a dyke
Tde we got the belt, hold it down if nothing else

Got the baddest hoes, got the finest weed
Everywhere I goes, got the finest weed
The finest weed, the finest weed
Everywhere I goes, got the finest weed
(Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties)
(Marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties)
Got the baddest hoes (ass, titties)
Got the finest weed (pussy, ho, ass, titties)
Everywhere I go (marijuana, hydro, pussy, ho, ass, titties)

Quincy, where the weed at? You know I really need that
You know we go back, 'member when I had you smoking blacks?
In the back when top was gone now top is back
That mean we in juice garage, you know you my brethren, we superstars
Still mobbing the 7 11, fuck a car
Top dawg, ya little fists ain't up to par
Got the baddest hoes, burn the finest kush

That means I'm a botanist slash gynecologist
Please hold your apologies for sleeping it was prophecy
I just need some time to have these demons climb up out of me
You know the ones that got me sipping these mickeys 'til I'm numb
Having your missis' tongue missing from her mouth, in around my nuts
Ring around the rosie, pocket full of dust bunnies
This hip hop ain't done none for me
Knew I was to be a star when I had a cubby
Watching ferngully, now everything I puff fluffy and I'm so comfy
Watch the company I keep in case they come for me
All these bitches in your dreams drinking cum from me
This blue dream steam in the lungs of me, oh, buddy (soul!)

schoolboy q - break the bank

schoolboy q - sacrilegious

Gloomy on sunny days, shadows no house or trees
Prayers not close to me as I bow down and take a knee
Hell goes far as the eye can see, hoodies and weaponry
Naïve to being free, locked up, we chasing keys
How ya eyes investigate us
While we look up to entertainers
Ball players, pistol bangers, big brothers, uncles, uncles
Betrayed by a lot of homies
All my friendships stay on shuffle

Huddles, steady find a plan, spread evil beyond the land
As I clench down upon this trigger, the burn fucking burn
Every step to getting deeper, survival my main concern
Marinating in satan's sweat, take a sip of this holy water
Hoping God still keep me blessed
With a dark shield for my armor
Promises man I promised
None of them goals accomplished
Promises man I promised to be loyal and honest

Promises man I promised, lied on separate occasions
Promises man I promised, my promises is aging
Hennessy what my system like, feeling like superman
I might crip tonight, I bring loss to life
A gruesome site, look who done got involved
It's no different from wars, it's kill or be called upon
Feeling teary eyed, thinking I've gone too far
Ask God for forgiveness, shit I doubt he heard me at all
They say clean your hands before you eat
Rinse your sins with prayer
But I've done did some things
I don't think I could ever wash away

schoolboy q - prescription oxymoron

Part 1 - Prescription

[Verse 1]
Prescription drugs, show me love
Percocets, Adderall
Xanny bars, get codeine involved
Stuck in this body high, can't shake it off
I'm falling off, I can't hold a thought
What's wrong with me? Now the pressure creep
I'm stressing deep, even in my sleep
My mommy call, I hit ignore
My daughter calls, I press ignore
My chin press on my chest, my knees press the floor
I'm blanking out, woke up on the couch
Dinner on my shirt, my stomach hurts
I had a ball sellin' 80s but yo, the karma's worse
I cry when nothing's wrong, I'm mad when peace is involved
My senses harmed, sluggish ruggish
A couple Xannies popped, open my pill box
Prescription drugs

[Interlude: Joy]
What's wrong, daddy?! Wake up! Wake up!

[Verse 2]
Prescription drugs, I fell in love
My little secret, she gon' kill a thug
My body numb, she like to give me hugs
I love her touch, I get a rush
When she don't come around, I start to go nuts
My heart erupts, I'm curled in pain
My phone ring, ring and ring and ring
If you ain't selling drugs, then I don't hear a thing
May 7, Ali calls, p.m. of 6:45, I finally answer this time
He said "Come to the stu', I'm mixing all your rhymes"
I don't decline, at least that's in my mind
Grab the keys, need some wood for the trees
Dap the clerk 'fore I leave, max on my AC
Continue right, remember seeing light
Wise night, but that's my life
Prescription drugs

[Outro: Joy]
What's wrong? You tired? You mad? Okay, I love you, daddy

Part 2 - Oxymoron

[Hook] 2X
I just stopped selling crack today
I just stopped selling crack today
(What you say? What you say?)
O-X-Y, a moron, O-X-Y, a moron

[Verse 1]
Crazy, got my sex on wet in her Mercedes
80s, get these off new shoes for my baby
Oxy, I don't know no Pablo or no papi
What you know about a pill, plus a 8-ball
You gotta re-up 50 times just to get a rack off, ungh
I can get a hundred of 'em, make over 3 G's
Only took two days, only re-up'd one time
Where the sun barely shine and it rain for about
Nine months out the year, man it's something right here
For Seattle nigga, cheers, when I look up at y'all city like lookin' in the mirror
Damn near had a career, just might shed a tear, ungh
Man, this shit right here for my niggas who ain't make it home
Sitting on a tear, got a dap to a nigga bright in here, feeling life ain't fair
If I was in your shoes, I would've copped, don't care
Had a scene, had the medics like clear, ungh
Big body cold like a Polar Bear, ungh
I done sold more shit than hookers, expensive tees, resemble a push up
Stopped selling crack, cause i don't fuck with narcos
Vanity slave, got whips and chains
Dirty money, clean money the same, even if I got life, I ain't saying a name

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Groovy, when I die tell Spike Lee make a movie
Oh wee, cops bringing dogs so they don't sniff my bitch booty
Oxy, O-X-Y, only feel like I could stop me
Quincy, now how you nigga sliding up every now and then in a Bentley?
Easy, 60-40-50, you can get one for 30 if you let me hook this titty
Let a nigga fuck then my dogs see your kitty
Just stopped selling crack today
When it get hot, smoke a pill, watch it glide like Dr. J
I prescribe you I'm your doctor, kay?
You can crush this shit, you can sniff this shit
You can take this shit, you can smoke this shit
Do you like this shit, nigga?
Your brain go numb, synthetic heroin
Without the injections, do the same love and affection
How could they say feeling good is an addiction?
But the world is full of shit, so I don't listen
In fact "We living to die" is a contradiction
So trapping in a Nissan, O-X-Y, I keep 'em, O-X-Y, you need one

[Hook]

schoolboy q - oxy music

I got my hustle, dog
I gets my hustle off, oxycontin, heroin
Crazy, I got my chopper, dog
Don't make me chop him off
Chop-chop, knock him off
Blood on the wall, death in the air
Birds on the ground, pistols everywhere
Devils in the eyes, babies always cry

Papa never home, fuck it we all alone
Tryna get rich and that cork in right
Grab me the beaker, I'll measure the white
Heat up the water drop it in pot
Baking soda and ice cubes make it rock
Get you a saucer the razor go chop
Get you a glock and invest in a block
Set up ya shop, dare 'em to pop
Fucked by the cop jacked his ass with a shot

Crazy, I got my hustle, dog
I gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and all
Crazy, I got my chopper, dog
Don't make me chop him off
Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock him off
Satan in your soul, let it take control
Oxycontin fiends, keep the foil low
Let the pill burn, inhale exhale it slow

Let your heart explode, drop ya to the floor
I gets the dough, I hustle hard
Ace hood ain't got shit on moi, green beans 80's fo sure
They like what I'm talking 'bout? You know what I'm talking 'bout
No syringes or nothiing, just heroines cousin, smoke mufflers out
Only lords knows and only time'll tell
Will I go to heaven or will I burn in hell
Music in my mind, vibrating down my spine
Travels to my heart, shoulda been here from the start
Now I get bread from my audio

(Call me your pusher, these bars that I'm pushing)
You know I ain't talking a xanny bro
(Nigga, we on it, be up by the morning)
You wreck a new bitch wearing panties tho
(Threw out my line) fish up, for sure
(Nigga we eating ya) oughts to know
Put my big boy in her love below

(There she blows) hiipower controlling
Our hustle keep going, sh-shitting on niggas
Excuse all our colons, boss after boss
Don't be pissed that we balling, we here for the moment
(We getting this cash) my flows be imported
My bitch be imported, my grind get distorted
Your life get deported, ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deploying
Losing my brain while recording on

schoolboy q - put in work

Uh! And everything be everything
Plus a nigga pullin' hoes they on me like they weddin' ring
Go and let your titties hang
Go and set your pussy free
Go and let your booty swing
Arch your back and lose your pain
Then she be like where he go
Probably with my other ho

Best believe she bring me more
Best believe I need my dough
Penthouse on the seventh floor
This your house, this my dick
This your lip, this your couch
Show me what that talk about
Go ahead and run your mouth
She on one
On my pole like track and field she in it for the long run
Take your ass up out this world get introduced to stardom
Pullin' hoes up off the bench my nigga but you had started them
Hmm, and they waist look like we starve 'em
Ass hold that baby fat, damn, where they do that at
Damn, seen her momma back
Damn, now I'm feelin' that
Beatin' on that pussy like producers call me battle cat

Everytime we hit the scene man them bitches fallin' out
Everytime we on the scene man them birds be fallin' out
Everytime we hit the scene have them chickens fallin' out
Everytime we on the scene man them hoes be fallin' out
If you chevy revvin' clean, then she should put in work
If your swagga really clean, then she should put in work
If your sneakers really clean, then she should put in work
If your temporary clean, then she should put in work
You always talk about it

They be like damn, where they do that at
Damn, hey who made your hat
Damn, hey who did your tat
Shit I want my money back
Damn, heard you pay the stack
Damn, how much for your kicks
Damn, I ain't payed for shit
Damn I know that got you pissed
Damn, bet I bust your bitch
Damn, bet I got some weed

I put your ho at ease
Cracked her like policies
Adopted a cold heart they call me foster freeze
I can make it snow, brr, you just a breeze
Nigga please, I'm managed by the bees
They love me overseas
That's word to japanese
Now I'm coming to america they owe me cheese
A bunch of bad broads, bet they pay me fees
It's pimpin' ho, you know whassupper
Taxin' you every friday you mrs. Tucker
Somethin' odd about my hair she treat me like a sewer
Think I'm big meech, I been larry hoover!

Uh! We movin' forward we ain't lookin back
So I gotta get some sneakers everytime I cop a hat
Superstylistic hat, southern playalistic rap
Saw her titties, saw graffiti, read my name, I'm on perhaps
And her ass be overlap, out of shape and overfat
On the job I'm takin' apps
Blew my mind right through my cap
I just wanna chill with you
You just wanna throw it back
So go 'head throw it back, bust it open throw it back

Bustin' hoes ain't nothin' jack
Shut your mouth and show your stats
Still ain't seen a proven fact
Always hear your chitty chat
We be stuntin' never frontin' nigga cause they know we on
You be stuntin' always frontin' cause I shit your favorite song
You played out like reggaeton, now you mad at me and shit
She said I'm her favorite dick, best believe she savour it

You be actin' with them actors straight pretendin' guaranteed
She ripped my landing as we toast to
New beginnings now that pussy gone
Uh! Uh! And everything be everything
Plus I keep the baddest hoes they on me like they wedding ring
Go and let your titties hang

schoolboy q