Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Los Awesome , by - ScHoolboy Q. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Los Awesome |
| I’m a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you |
| Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you |
| Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you |
| Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you |
| Chilling cool-cool with you |
| Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you |
| Chilling cool-cool with you |
| Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you |
| Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg |
| Forced by my third leg |
| Plead the fifth, no L’s, no whips, backyard full of Crips |
| Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit |
| It ain’t much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licks |
| Get NUT up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique |
| Yup, I’m looking for a scrap |
| See, my cripping done spread around the world |
| Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer |
| Looking like the reaper in your driveway |
| Strays through your living room |
| Liable to drive-by on a summer day |
| July 4th will be in June |
| Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum |
| The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know |
| Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum |
| The sound that the drums seen |
| Don’t make me put a lean to a nigga spleen |
| Shells through a nigga (bariiing-riing-riiing) |
| Stop a dream in its tracks beam down |
| Little boy now, dream little boy, dream |
| Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body |
| A$AP.Rocky, want it I could get it |
| Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget |
| Diamond on my rollie teach a nigga how to fridge it |
| Looking at the time, been winning for a minute |
| See my neck co-defendant, what’s the problem? |
| Seen the souls long gone before I got them |
| He was dead before I shot him, it’s the reaper |
| Tell me more about it in the gutter |
| Where it started with the cripping |
| Blue on c&us know it happened |
| Tell me more about it in the gutter |
| Where it started with the cripping |
| Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo!) |
| I’m just an Eastside nigga |
| Where them niggas say «Show you what it be like, nigga» |
| Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga |
| Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga |
| Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds |
| Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins |
| Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it’s all good |
| Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from? |
| We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers |
| Niggas that’ll murder ya, steal you like a burglar |
| Seen the souls long gone before I got them |
| He was dead before I shot him, it’s the reaper |