THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)
Schoolboy Q"THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)"은(는) Schoolboy Q의 곡입니다, 2016, Pop. 길이는 4:42, 128 lines / 904 words.
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0:00THat Part (那部分) (Black Hippy Remix) - Schoolboy Q
0:17Me no conversate with the fake that part
0:21All my independent that part
0:26I just want the paper that part
0:30All my flavored
0:32That part that part that part that part
0:36It's impossible to love it if you don't come from it
0:38It's things that goes on you just can't stomach
0:40I seen it all happen but I ain't sayin' nada
0:43Peep 24/7 in the hood it's hot
0:45If you wanna fall through get top on the phone
0:48He don't pick up then it ain't bool
0:49Let you know it ain't good to stop
0:51That part that part that part
0:53I'm a watts and we not kosher
0:56Sh*t only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder
0:59This is where they come where they cop them boulders
1:02Catfight with their exposed
1:04Still sippin' on that wild Irish rose
1:06Still rock swap meet designer clothes
1:08Black in my mattress
1:11Make a hundred racks do a backflip
1:12Might go uncle Luke on them hoes
1:15Pop for a bankroll yeah
1:17All my with me got a blank face yeah
1:19On that you where the pay pay
1:21Make 'em pull up on your block with them 223s
1:24Aim it at your face hey
1:25Movin' with the rock and the concealers
1:27You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it
1:30You either on the watch or the clock is tickin'
1:31The life of my watts and my bompton
1:34Get pinched I'ma post a bond
1:35Know pop gon' hold it down look
1:38Need cash gotta get you some
1:40If a hater tell you money ain't everything
1:42He don't want you to get none
1:43So we thuggin' like DMX
1:45Bleed PMS
1:46Point blank period meet me on the ES
1:49I'm fully with the BS believe that
1:50And we don't stress
1:51A 38 'til it free your chest
1:53Then PP on the po's desk
1:54I'm Jay Z in a blow out press
1:56Relate me to your blowout's best
1:58Can't heat me I'm remote you're deaf
1:59I'm HD causin' photo theft
2:01My AC antifreeze got a that part
2:03Hold your breath I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
2:05Protect me from the local threats
2:06My ID say my eye don't rest
2:08My IV qualify T-rex
2:10Society kept my IQ vexed
2:11Deny me from an ivy school
2:13Applyin' me to the street I slept
2:14I quietly had to hold this tool
2:16Reminding me of the block I repped
2:18The turf I stepped the church and the earth I blessed
2:20The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
2:22That hearse the flirt with perks of a confessed
2:24Dispersed the worst the first 48 addressed
2:26The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest
2:29The awe the curse of a pose in zest
2:30The good the flaws the pain to reverse what's left
2:33Me no conversate with the fake that part
2:37All my independent that part
2:41I just want the paper that part
2:46All my flavored
2:48That part that part that part that part
2:51Zest god zest god zest god zest god
2:54Yamborghini high cream soda with the wockhardt
2:58Soulo the profit yeah soulo the prophet
3:03That's the fortune teller makin' withdrawals and deposits
3:07Ironic they wanna know where I've been in
3:10Where the I've been hidin' in
3:11When the am I droppin' that
3:13New work that take 'em to church and
3:15Turn the universe upside down again
3:18Since you're so smart
3:20I can't get in my groove 'til we get the Q first
3:24I will not heed
3:25I pull up large enough to part the red sea
3:27Father forgive 'em for they know not know who they see
3:29I got all eyes on me call me 3Pac
3:32Soulo
3:35Hang on let me get some
3:37Hang on
3:37Hang on
3:39Made a mil' and I spent it in the same day
3:41Got a chopper not the AK
3:43Gettin' money on a vacay
3:44Go go gadget's in the driveway
3:45Groovy Tony on July 8th
3:47Yeah I'm killin' kitties on a Sunday
3:49How you ballin' in a Hyundai
3:50My Ferrari got a toupee
3:52Swerve in the big body
3:53Your favorite artist I'm his big homie
3:55Yeah I'm walkin' with a fifth
3:56And I ain't voting I'm a crip homie
3:57I'm where them bloods where them locs at
3:59Where the blood where the choke round gloves for the combat
4:01How the feds in your contacts
4:03How the feds know my set name
4:04Fled in the mulsanne
4:05Hydrate up the rap game
4:07Heard soulo comin' up next
4:08And SZA got a classic
4:10Heard Zay just got it mastered uh
4:11The fire burnin' through the plastic
4:13So fingers to the badges
4:14They don't love you 'til the racks evolve
4:16When I was broke they wouldn't accept the call
4:18Now they on me for my decimals
4:19Blank face has gotta X 'em off
4:20Enemies gotta bob and weave
4:22Gangbangin' like we stand for somethin'
4:24When Alton sterling gettin' killed for nothin'
4:26Two cowards in the car they're just there to film
4:28Sayin' blacklivesmatter should've died with him
4:30Wrong in your hood you gon' ride on him
4:32White with a badge you gon' let that slide
4:34Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night
4:36I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life
4:38I'll die for my daughter gotta fight this fight
4:40Put a blank face on let that drop
4:42That that part
THat Part (那部分) (Black Hippy Remix) - Schoolboy Q Me no conversate with the fake that part All my independent that part I just want the paper that part All my flavored That part that part that part that part It's impossible to love it if you don't come from it It's things that goes on you just can't stomach I seen it all happen but I ain't sayin' nada Peep 24/7 in the hood it's hot If you wanna fall through get top on the phone He don't pick up then it ain't bool Let you know it ain't good to stop That part that part that part I'm a watts and we not kosher Sh*t only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder This is where they come where they cop them boulders Catfight with their exposed Still sippin' on that wild Irish rose Still rock swap meet designer clothes Black in my mattress Make a hundred racks do a backflip Might go uncle Luke on them hoes Pop for a bankroll yeah All my with me got a blank face yeah On that you where the pay pay Make 'em pull up on your block with them 223s Aim it at your face hey Movin' with the rock and the concealers You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it You either on the watch or the clock is tickin' The life of my watts and my bompton Get pinched I'ma post a bond Know pop gon' hold it down look Need cash gotta get you some If a hater tell you money ain't everything He don't want you to get none So we thuggin' like DMX Bleed PMS Point blank period meet me on the ES I'm fully with the BS believe that And we don't stress A 38 'til it free your chest Then PP on the po's desk I'm Jay Z in a blow out press Relate me to your blowout's best Can't heat me I'm remote you're deaf I'm HD causin' photo theft My AC antifreeze got a that part Hold your breath I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC Protect me from the local threats My ID say my eye don't rest My IV qualify T-rex Society kept my IQ vexed Deny me from an ivy school Applyin' me to the street I slept I quietly had to hold this tool Reminding me of the block I repped The turf I stepped the church and the earth I blessed The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef That hearse the flirt with perks of a confessed Dispersed the worst the first 48 addressed The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest The awe the curse of a pose in zest The good the flaws the pain to reverse what's left Me no conversate with the fake that part All my independent that part I just want the paper that part All my flavored That part that part that part that part Zest god zest god zest god zest god Yamborghini high cream soda with the wockhardt Soulo the profit yeah soulo the prophet That's the fortune teller makin' withdrawals and deposits Ironic they wanna know where I've been in Where the I've been hidin' in When the am I droppin' that New work that take 'em to church and Turn the universe upside down again Since you're so smart I can't get in my groove 'til we get the Q first I will not heed I pull up large enough to part the red sea Father forgive 'em for they know not know who they see I got all eyes on me call me 3Pac Soulo Hang on let me get some Hang on Hang on Made a mil' and I spent it in the same day Got a chopper not the AK Gettin' money on a vacay Go go gadget's in the driveway Groovy Tony on July 8th Yeah I'm killin' kitties on a Sunday How you ballin' in a Hyundai My Ferrari got a toupee Swerve in the big body Your favorite artist I'm his big homie Yeah I'm walkin' with a fifth And I ain't voting I'm a crip homie I'm where them bloods where them locs at Where the blood where the choke round gloves for the combat How the feds in your contacts How the feds know my set name Fled in the mulsanne Hydrate up the rap game Heard soulo comin' up next And SZA got a classic Heard Zay just got it mastered uh The fire burnin' through the plastic So fingers to the badges They don't love you 'til the racks evolve When I was broke they wouldn't accept the call Now they on me for my decimals Blank face has gotta X 'em off Enemies gotta bob and weave Gangbangin' like we stand for somethin' When Alton sterling gettin' killed for nothin' Two cowards in the car they're just there to film Sayin' blacklivesmatter should've died with him Wrong in your hood you gon' ride on him White with a badge you gon' let that slide Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life I'll die for my daughter gotta fight this fight Put a blank face on let that drop That that part
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