- ScHoolboy Q Yay Yay 歌詞
- ScHoolboy Q
Had pistols in my hands,
Had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G,
Had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole,
Had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do so I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
Im a drug dealin nigga,
Cause them grades aint get me paid
My agenda for today is to make bread or get laid
See my daughter need some shoes
And my mom work overtime
So Im standin by that stop sign with nickels and them dimes
Keep that work,
Got that Oxy, need that kilo, call that papi
Know my steelo,
Shrimp with sake,
Sold that heron, look like toffee
Keep my nina, just might off him,
No them boys on Figg dont play
Most my life on 51st, went to school on 52nd
Used to fight on 49th,
Grandma said be home by night
But her old ass sixty something,
So three hours late aiight
Still I love her, R.I.P.,
When she died, I took her place
And became a fucking G,
Moved my crack across the street
Figg get it , get it yeah
Drug dealin nigga
Yawk yawk yawk
Had pistols in my hands,
Had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G,
Had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole,
Had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do so I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
Im a drug dealin nigga,
Roll my cyc on Hoovers street
Just a year after Pac died we all bump Suga Free
Didnt know what he was sayin
Til them years done jumped to three
Learned the game, slangin' hoes
And every car door need a key
Charge them smokers day through night,
Sellin pies who need a slice
Life is craps so shoot the dice,
Get the cheese but cut the mice
Enemies be left to right,
We dont call our shit the trap
Bitch we call our shit the set,
Unless we OD with Reynolds Wrap
After crack it's Oxy next,
But thank God the yay was yay
Off the yee like it's the bay,
Rock a chain I'm Kunta K
Out in Texas what's the word,
Keep them packs and that's for sure
Slang to him and slang to her,
Ask a fiend they will concur
Drug dealin nigga
Yawk yawk yawk
Had pistols in my hands,
Had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G,
Had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole,
Had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do so I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
Had pistols in my hands,
Had pockets full of Ox
Whole life I been a G,
Had bitches on the block
Had strippers on the pole ,
Had cocaine in the pot
Got fiends at the do so I turned that to a rock
That yay yay
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