Текст песни Schoolboy Q - THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]Me no conversate with the fake, that partAll my bitches independent bitches, that partI just want the paper, that partAll my bitches flavoredThat part, that part, that part, that part[Verse 1: Jay Rock]It's impossible to love it, if you don't come from itIt's things that goes on, you just can't stomachI seen it all happen, but I ain't sayin' nadaPeep, 24/7 in the hood it's hotIf you wanna fall through, get Top on the phoneHe don't pick up then it ain't boolLet you know it ain't good to stopThat part, that part (that part)I'm a Watts nigga and we not kosherShit, niggas only concern is the bottom line like a stockholderThis is where they come, where they cop them bouldersHoes catfight with their tits exposedStill sippin' on that Wild Irish RoseStill rock swap meet designer clothesBlack MAC 11 in my mattressMake a hundred racks do a backflipMight go Uncle Luke on them hoesPussy pop for a bankroll (yeah)All my killers with me got a blank face (yeah)On that fuck you, bitch, where the pay pay?Make 'em pull up on your block with them 223sAim it at your face, heyMovin' with the rock and the Glock concealersYou either sellin' rock or you flock to get itYou either on the watch or the clock is tickin'The life of my Watts and my Bompton niggasGet pinched, I'ma post a bondKnow POP gon' hold it down, lookNeed cash, gotta get you someIf a hater tell you money ain't everythingHe don't want you to get noneSo we thuggin' like DMXBleed shit, PMSPoint blank, period, meet me on the ESI'm fully with the BS, believe that![Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]And we don't stressA .38 'til it free your chestThen PP on the PO's deskI'm Jay Z in a blow out pressRelate me to your blowout's bestCan't heat me, I'm remote you're deafI'm HD 'causin' photo theftMy AC antifreeze got a (that part)Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TECProtect me from the local threatsMy ID say my eye don't restMy IV qualify T-rexSociety kept my IQ vexedDeny me from an Ivy schoolApplyin' me to the street I sleptI quietly had to hold this toolReminding me of the block I reppedThe turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessedThe first I guessed the alert was the murk I chefThat hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessedDispersed the worst, the first 48 addressedThe search and laws and verse of the birth I nestThe awe, the curse of opposing setsThe good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]Me no conversate with the fake, that partAll my bitches independent bitches, that partI just want the paper, that partAll my bitches flavoredThat part, that part, that part, that part[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]Zest god, zest god, zest god, zest godYamborghini high, cream soda with the WockhardtSoulo Hoe the profit, yeah Soulo Hoe the prophetThat's the fortune teller makin' withdrawals and depositsIronic, they wanna know where I've been inWhere the fuck I've been hidin' inWhen the fuck am I droppin' thatNew work that take 'em to church andTurn the universe upside down againSince you're so smartI can't get in my groove 'til we get the Q firstI will not heedI pull up large enough to part the Red SeaFather forgive 'em for they know not know who they seeI got all eyes on me, call me 3PacSoulo[Interlude: ScHoolboy Q]Hang on, nigga, let me get someHang on, niggaHang on[Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]Made a mil' and I spent it in the same dayGot a chopper, not the AKGettin' money on a vacayGo go gadget's in the drivewayGroovy Tony on July 8thYeah I'm killin' kitties on a SundayHow you ballin' in a Hyundai?My Ferrari got a toupeeSwerve in the big bodyYour favorite artist, I'm his big homieYeah I'm walkin' with a fifthAnd I ain't voting, I'm a Crip, homieI'm where them Bloods, where them Locs atWhere the blood, where the choke round gloves for the combatHow the feds in your contacts?How the feds know my set name?Fled in the MulsanneHydrate up the rap gameHeard Soulo comin' up nextAnd SZA got a classic, niggaHeard Zay just got it mastered, uhThe fire burnin' through the plasticSo fingers to the badgesThey don't love you 'til the racks evolveWhen I was broke they wouldn't accept the callNow they on me for my decimalsBlank Face has gotta X 'em offEnemies gotta bob and weaveGangbangin' like we stand for somethin'When Alton Sterling gettin' killed for nothin'Two cowards in the car, they're just there to filmSayin' #BlackLivesMatter should've died with himWrong nigga in your hood, you gon' ride on himWhite nigga with a badge, you gon' let that slide?Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that nightI feel bad that my daughter gotta live this lifeI'll die for my daughter, gotta fight this fightPut a Blank Face on, nigga let that dropThat, that part
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