| Uh, go hard for the squad like, bam!
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| Spray with a stain on it (shit)
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| Flamed out the nozzle, at it full throttle
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| Acting hyena, black ninas
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| Uh, it’s young niggas heating up Phoenix
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| Top Dawg familiar, crept with a Dillinger
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| in my fifth pocket, chump niggas stop it
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| Say you pressing who? |
| Fuck around and get a tattoo
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| Have me dumping out the sunroof
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| Consequences you done ran through
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| Caught his ass slipping looking pretty in them sandals
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| Keep the gangster to the streets, you know the shit was handled
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| Ten speed, handle bar shit, Astro fit
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| Hopped off with a message in a clip
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| Inbox read (third verse), hitting till the third
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| I’ll be back up on the curb, what’s the word, word, word, word, word?
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| We continue to bring you
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| nothing but that true gang-
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| -ster shit you can move to, groove to, ooooh
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| (What's the word? What’s the word? What’s the word?)
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| We continue to bring you
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| nothing but that true shit, G shit
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| Never had much, always had heart
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| Always had guts, I don’t give a fuck
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| I ride like a bus, heavy with my flows
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| while my niggas in the spot, heavy with the blow
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| Plenty niggas broke, plenty homicides
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| Plenty mommas cry, yeah we wonder why
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| Stress on my thoughts, blowing weed out my jaws
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| Four-five niggas riding five deep in the car
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| Choppers in the trunk, choppers in the front
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| Catch a nigga slipping, then we taking what we want
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| Gang affiliated, a lot of niggas hating
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| cause a nigga red, steady beaming like a laser
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| Product of my environment, can’t help where I came from
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| Watts, California where a nigga got his game from
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| Name from, what it do? |
| Go ahead and blaze one
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| Be patient my nigga, we gon' ball when the day come
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| Disrespect the click, then I guess we gotta take one
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| Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something
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| I guess we gotta shake something
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| Haters throw salt, so I guess we gotta shake something
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| So what’s the word?
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| Uh, young 50, raw central kid
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| Macks near fucking lose your lip
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| Probably see me on Figg, 81 bus stop
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| Liquor stores and, hooker whores and, needle poison
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| Uh, everybody crooked
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| Lights out, shooting ranges, shit is dangerous
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| Keep your shoes tied motherfucker
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| Shit, it gets live motherfucker, shit’s real
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| Get your ass trampled in the field
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| Youngin, should have let your muscle build
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| Broken jaws, and them stars be the evidence
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| Just another nigga tatted up upon my abdomen
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| Y’all squabbles, gang meetings, set functions
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| Have my shit bumping
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| Mid-central and Wayside stay jumping, we riding out
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| Middle finger, fuck the law, shoot they momma’s house, hahah
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| That’s the word
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| G shit
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| G shit
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| G shit
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| We continue to bring you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WHat's THa Word, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Album song Setbacks, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп