Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ Candice Pillay, Jadakiss Album: Blank Face LP Song: Groovy Tony Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] + (Candice Pillay) Blank face (blank face) Tre eight, kill everybody, fuck an AK Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates (blank face) Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off Punk-ass cops, them crackers want us with our black off (blank face) Thug life nigga, since '96 I wanted to gang bang Few years later I'm really from it, we were still kids (blank face) Crack off nigga, I'm squeezin' empty 'til the shell break Fuck my image, I need to drop, I need to (blank face) [ScHoolboy Q] + (Candice Pillay) Blank face Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keepin' two ways Sell narcotics, I'm slangin' diamonds with your pack then Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone Can't fold figures, I make deposits with the gold grin Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on All bad bitches, they wanna fuck me with the cap gone Real life nigga, I'm in the stu' 'til all the weed blown Wait long, long, I hid the dope behind the cellphone Y'all don't hear me, I want the money riiiiight, ugh (blank face) Groovy Tony, no face killer, I see the money riiiiight, ugh (blank face) Yo, blank face, clear everythin' out the safe Crack the pig bank, robbin' your kids too My heart an igloo, the devil in all blue, huh Die now, go to Heaven or bring 'em through Lot of brown 'round here, got that white girl for you Uhh, and she swimmin' in fire water Could be double digits, pistol through your Civic Most die before they hear it, turn a nigga to a spirit Drive slow oh, hey, hit the curb with shattered mirrors Look around now you're hell bound, boogie down Bullshit I won't allow, slang a bird every hou' Smack a nigga with the heat, contradictin' now you peace Leave you triple six layin' in defeat Can you dig it? Struck a match, they won't finish Drop a nigga off, get a nigga whipped Squeezin' fingertips, aye [Chorus] [Jadakiss] + {Candice Pillay} Exactly what I'ma have when the cops come Body language's the same as when the shots rung (yeah) Holdin' a .38 and a shotgun (woo) Real nigga, we all know you are not one (nah) Runnin' with the rebels (uh) It's a three-man weave with the Lord and the Devil (woo) Really all I need is a pitchfork and a shovel If I can't proceed then I resort to the metal {blank face} Gettin' high watchin' NBA League Pass (who with?) With your family at the re-pass (my condolences) My heart's gettin' colder When I hug your mom and look over her shoulder You notice I got the {blank face} I heard nothin', I ain't seen nothin' I ain't in the middle with nothin', no in between nothin' (nothin') F y'all for ever hatin' me As I sit there while they interrogate me I'm starin' at 'em with the {blank face}