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ScHoolboy Q

Score: 7
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Played: 6

Album:

Setbacks

Genres:

Compton
Hip hop
West coast rap
Rap
Underground hip hop

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Languages:

Featured by:

Burtis

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Lyrics:

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[Verse 1] Every time that I wake up I swear I'm never down Even when I'm in my dreams I'm high off self-esteem Blowing on that Jamaica my niggas not a team Marijuana fiend Keep your black & mild's and cigs cause me no nicotine I keep my pimpin' mean Me and Moosa as we pulled up on them sixes Just to go and bust some bitches See the motherfuckin' wheels, sex appeal And if I'm in the backseat with them tints That Glock concealed They eye us as we peel Like the orange hat that I be stylin' in Like a xanny or a klonopin All your swishas they be model thin We plus sized nigga Like Tocarra and them Shining like a halogen Soul bright like high beams, headlights at midnight Like one of Rhode Island's watch tower sights (Yeah) The world is all I need But if you don't know anything just know I got some weed [Hook] Bet I got some weed Bet I got some weed You don't know anything Know I got some weed Bet I got some weed Bet I got some weed Ain't got no money man But bet I got some weed Hey, who got some weed Who, who got some weed Who, who got some weed Uh, who got some weed Uh, who got some weed Uh, who got some weed Uh, who got some weed [Verse 2] Let's go chill up on my balcony and feel the breeze Open up a Corona and see who got some weed If we don't have no trees then let's gather up the fees Hundred dollars, that's a seventh of the sour dies' Make a order, it'll be here a quarter to three Smoke it til we on E Then we fill up again with another ten Then we just go run back to the chiefs for filler Family needs, no worries Smoke one for our G's that ran with a strike of three's We dying up in every plea So for y'all my niggas, swear to God my heart'll bleed Kick this shit for my lifers and ones who kickin' seas Even if it's just five dollars just keep your brain on free Elevate your mind, cause in due time you'll wine and dine Somethin' fine, and that kush blunt soon be your valentine And my shit be Columbine My friends is all I need But if you don't know anything just know I got some weed [Hook] Bet I got some weed Bet I got some weed You don't know anything Know I got some weed Bet I got some weed Bet I got some weed Ain't got no money man But bet I got some weed Hey, who got some weed Who her? She got some weed Who him? He got some weed My Aunt, She got some weed My Unc, He got some weed My Moms, she got some weed My home, got some weed My homie... [Outro] To my nigga Tiny Deuce (He got some weed) What up ru To my nigga Big Spank (He got some weed) What up ru My lil homie Baby Spank (He got some weed) Word, Word My brother from another Floyd (He got some weed) Word, Word To my day one nigga Traffic (He got some weed) Where that cake? To my day one Tina Weena (She got some weed) Where that cake? Free my nigga Flossy B (He need some weed) Where that cake? 50 washbread (He got some weed) I said where that cake To my nigga Ab-Soul (He got some weed) Match a nugget My Piru nigga Manic (He got some weed) Soo woo To my lil nigga Falon (She got some weed) You tiny cuz RIF LA Jeff (He got some weed) What up Loc To my white nigga Mac (He got some weed) I say, I say what up Loc Ryan Legend on the map (He got some weed) I-I say what up Loc To my nigga Asian J (He got some weed) I-I say what up Loc Brazy cuz CJ (He got some weed) I-I say what up Loc Yeah Make sure you hit me up nigga Shout out to my nigga June Deadline Oh Boy you ol' jerrycurl Earthworm Jim lookin'-ass Da da da da-da Bitch! One more adlib on my Where I'm name dropping and shit but honest Loc, Meh