What's Tha Word - Schoolboy Q feat Jay Rock, Ab-Soul
[ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, go hard for the squad like, bam!
Spray with a stain on it (sh_t)
Flamed out the nozzle, at it full throttle
Acting hyena, black ninas
Uh, it's young n_ggas heating up Phoenix
Top Dawg familiar, crept with a Dillinger
in my fifth pocket, chump n_ggas stop it
Say you pressing who? F_ck around and get a tattoo
Have me dumping out the sunroof
Consequences you done ran through
Caught his ass slipping looking pretty in them sandals
Keep the gangster to the streets, you know the sh_t was handled
Ten speed, handle bar sh_t, 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_t 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_t, G sh_t
[Jay Rock]
Never had much, always had heart
Always had guts, I don't give a f_ck
I ride like a bus, heavy with my flows
while my n_ggas in the spot, heavy with the blow
Plenty n_ggas broke, plenty homicides
Plenty mommas cry, yeah we wonder why
Stress on my thoughts, blowing weed out my jaws
Four-five n_ggas riding five deep in the car
Choppers in the trunk, choppers in the front
Catch a n_gga slipping, then we taking what we want
Gang affiliated, a lot of n_ggas hating
cause a n_gga red, steady beaming like a laser
Product of my environment, can't help where I came from
Watts, California where a n_gga got his game from
Name from, what it do? Go ahead and blaze one
Be patient my n_gga, 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_cking lose your lip
Probably see me on Figg, 81 bus stop
Liquor stores and, hooker whores and, needle poison
Uh, everybody crooked
Lights out, shooting ranges, sh_t is dangerous
Keep your shoes tied motherf_cker
Sh_t, it gets live motherf_cker, sh_t's real
Get your ass trampled in the field
Youngin, should have let your muscle build
Broken jaws, and them stars be the evidence
Just another n_gga tatted up upon my abdomen
Y'all squabbles, gang meetings, set functions
Have my sh_t bumping
Mid-central and Wayside stay jumping, we riding out
Middle finger, f_ck the law, shoot they momma's house, hahah
That's the word
[Chorus]
[Ab-Soul]
G sh_t
G sh_t
G sh_t
We continue to bring you
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