Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Purge, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Purge |
| [Intro: Joy] |
| My daddy said "Yeah, nigga" |
| [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] |
| (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours |
| Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door |
| The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor |
| Why you look confused? |
| Mothafucka, this is war |
| [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] |
| As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin |
| The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend |
| Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing |
| With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah) |
| Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling |
| Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment |
| Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin |
| Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened |
| Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin |
| Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking |
| Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome |
| Now nah, I ain't on no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm Cripping |
| Niggas rap about what I'm living |
| All this false claiming, I'm marring |
| Doing drive-bys I ain't steering |
| White funerals, I ain't tearin' |
| Fuck your bitch in front of your children |
| Steal your whip side of my building, yeah |
| Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair |
| I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear |
| Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there |
| You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK) |
| [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] |
| (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours |
| Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door |
| The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor |
| Why you look confused? |
| Mothafucka, this is war |
| [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] |
| House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros |
| Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deeboed |
| Always asking for the burner like, young niggas still freeload |
| Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal |
| I'll rearrange your dental, Crippy my house shoes |
| Blue rag disciples, murder I'm liable, you get the Eiffel |
| Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once |
| Won't get the strike twice, you niggas half price |
| Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf |
| I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh |
| Knock-knock through the condos |
| ScHoolboy from the five-deuce |
| But Hoover respect to you unranked |
| Don't fuck around, get that chin banged |
| Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile |
| Blue Belts, still my pants down |
| Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies |
| My Glock, yeah, fuck buddy, make money, take money |
| Earn crack money, drug money, bail money |
| Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me |
| When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny |
| I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy |
| You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah |
| [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] |
| (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours |
| Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door |
| The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor |
| Why you look confused? |
| Mothafucka, this is war |
| [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| [Bridge: ScHoolboy Q] |
| Bust my gun all by myself |
| Rock cocaine all by myself |
| Poured propane all on myself |
| Go so hard might harm myself |
| [Refrain: Schoolboy Q] |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Yeah, nigga |
| [Verse 3: Kurupt] |
| Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti |
| Still rolling in a 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti |
| Come up in this mothafucka looking for a bitch |
| She probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips |
| The integral, South Central sentinel |
| Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch (ha ha ha ha) |
| Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped |
| Extra overdose of the oki-doke |
| Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke |
| Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about |
| They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out |
| They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out |
| Now cock back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow) |
| Walk inside, pistols popping, top is popping off |
| Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 balls |
| Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussies like octopuses |
| Nigga, show me where the money at, show me where the kush is |
| Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes |
| This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you |
| Me, Tyler, and ScHoolboy Q, we told 'em |
| [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] |
| (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours |
| Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door |
| The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor |
| Why you look confused? |
| Mothafucka, this is war |
| [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |
| Ugh, yeah, nigga |