Fuck La Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit 

Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips 

50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades 

Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA 

Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit 

Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips 

50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades 

Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA 

Gimme bucks, might show up in tux, got my millions up 

Nigga, what? Spanish ho in cut, she supreme deluxe 

Asian broads, cute Caucasian broads, guess I'm dipped in sauce 

Nimcompoop, gunplay peek-a-boo, guess who tagging you? 

Bring showers through, grab ya bathing suit 

We-we-wet 'em all, cannonball, swipe my debit card, fly from here to Mars 

Nigga, what? Got my millions up, f-f-fuck you mean? 

We stacking green, stacking stacks of green, flip 'em, trampoline 

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Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit 

Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips 

50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades 

Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA 

Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit 

Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips 

50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades 

Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA 

Groovy Q, murk the judges crew, fuck the jury too 

Bang the set, rep my 52, young hog down to shoot 

I keep a Glock or get razor sharp, bitch, get left with Pac 

My Biggie knock, he won't know who shot, fearing down the block 

On service work, lay back close the curt, pop my collar first 

And blew my trees, put my nerves at ease, 'til my trigger squeeze 

My heater heat, still I'm high off weed, bitch, that's high degrees 

I money make, AM out of state, call that wake and bake 

Bring cookie sheets, dough boys on the beat, well known in the streets 

I'm Crip for real, way before the deal, had them Oxy pills 

In act we sell, straight from Murderville, yeah, we served a lot 

Left days on blocks, got them tens in socks, nah-nah, not talking shoes 

I'm talking rocks, had the dopest spots, look out for the cops 

My mini-me, snatch the dope and flee, guess thats how it be when you OG 

He said he lived through me, but I'm stacking mills 

I'm speaking real, shock the world for real, pull up in that ill 

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Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit 

Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips 

50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades 

Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA 

Pussy lips, contraband for chips, sold all kinds of shit 

Hoover Crip, guns on fingertips, switched all kinda clips 

50 raised, since my county days, brought all kind of fades 

Renegade, fuck what rappers say, bitch, I am LA