Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ Black Hippy
Album:  THat Part (Black Hippy Remix) {S}
Song:   THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my bitches independent bitches, that part
I just want the paaaa-per, that part
All my bitches flavored - that part, that part, that part, that part
Ayy!
 
[Jay Rock]
... 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 nigga and we not kosher
Shit, niggas only concern
is the bottom line like a stockholder
This is where they come, where they cop them boulders
Hoes catfight with their tits exposed
Still sippin' on that Wild Irish Rose
Still rock swap meet designer clothes
Ahh~! Black MAC 11 in my mattress (woo!)
Make a hundred racks, do a backflip (woo!)
Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes (hoes)
Pussy pop for a bankroll {yup}
All my killers with me got a +Blank Face+ {yup}
On that "Fuck you bitch, 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 Glock concealers (ooh)
You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it (ooh)
You either on the watch while the clock is tickin' (ooh)
The life of my Watts and my Bompton niggas
Get pinched, I'ma post a bond
Know P-O-P gon' hold it down, look
Need cash, gotta get you some
If a hater tell you money ain't everythang
He don't want you to get none
So we thuggin' like DMX, bleed shit, PMS
Point blank, period, meet me on the ES
I'm fully with the BS, believe that!
 
[Kendrick Lamar]
And we don't stress, a .38 'til it free your chest
then pee-pee on the PO's desk
I'm Jay-Z in a blowout 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 eight 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
Remindin' 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 kill confessed
Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest
The uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh
Hahahah
 
[Chorus]
 
[Ab-Soul]
Zest god, zest god, zest god, zest god
Yamborghini high, cream soda with the Wockhardt
Soulo Hoe the profit, yeah Soulo Hoe the prophet
That's the fortune teller makin' withdrawals and deposits
Ironic, they wanna know where I've been in, where the fuck I've been hidin' in
When the fuck am I droppin' that, new work that take 'em to church and
Turn the universe, upside down again, since you're so smart
Yeah, I can't get in my groove 'til we get to Q first
Do what thou will not, yo my pool is large enough to part the Red Sea
Father forgive 'em for they know not know who they see, I got +All Eyez on Me+, call me 3Pac
Soulo...
 
[ScHoolboy Q]
Hang on nigga, let me get some
Hang on nigga, hang on, mm
 
Made a mil' and I spent it in the same day (ay)
Got a chopper, not the AK (ay) gettin' money on a vacay (hey)
Go-go gadgets in the driveway (driveway)
+Groovy Tony+ on July 8th (ay)
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 votin', I'm a Crip homie (yeah)
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 (ay) hydrate up the rap game
Heard Soulo comin' up next
And SZA got a classic nigga, 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 nigga in your hood, you gon' ride on him
White nigga 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, nigga let that drop, ay
That, that part {*echoes*}