Hoover Street Lyrics - Oxymoron - Schoolboy Q

I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun 

Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch 

Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot 

Bang... Last night it was a dream 

This morning a fantasy back 

When the only fan I had was a fiend 

Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like 

To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea 

But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula 

See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo' 

Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo 

The bad guy never once been a hoes hero 

He get zero, I said nada 

Bitch pass the cama (Uh, yeah) 

How'd it feel to be a real nigga? 

I'm a product of a real nigga 

La-la-la familia, real nigga 

Get confronted by a real nigga 

Fuck with one of my real niggas 

It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball 

How'd it feel to be a real nigga? 

It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball 

How'd it feel to be a real nigga 

My whole life I've been a real nigga 

La-la familia, real nigga 

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Get confronted by a real nigga 

Fuck with one of my, real niggas 

It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball 

How'd it feel to be a real nigga? 

I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass 

But I quickly got to to ballin 

2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping 

Eyes open night to morning 

Had roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo 

My grandma can't control him 

But... uh, uh 

Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga 

But... uh, uh 

Click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga 

But... uh, uh 

Meet Glock clock familia 

Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink 

Eat so much pussy that my mustache pink 

Strapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt 

Gangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out 

My hate felt, my .45 elder, poetry's deep 

I never fail ya, Schoolboy bust flame 

Orange-yellow, higher than Margiela's 

Since a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal 

From his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout 

Think about it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit 

Whether jacking radio's or sucking dick 

Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips 

Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much 

To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking with work 

Unless we rewind, and answer my church 

Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt 

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Around the same time all you niggas was on purp 

My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze 

Give me the keys, extra Frito's, chili and cheese 

[?] in his eyes before I leave 

The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well 

And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery 

This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome 

Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more 

She always got me things that we couldn't afford 

The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers 

Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, Golden Eye was away at war 

We wasn't thinking of getting money then 

Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz 

Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down 

I also notice moms be locking doors when he around 

But anyways, he wife done left him and now he living with us 

My bike is missing, grandma light a hotter chick every month 

My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky to piss in cups 

Knocking on the door telling me to hurry up, he in a rush 

I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it 

Moms used to tell me like "nigga, know who you dealing with" 

Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways 

Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first K 

I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like "Hey" 

YAWK, YAWK, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, nigga" 

Then again, YAWK, YAWK! We like "Damn, nigga" 

Hearing him say cuz turned us to a fan, nigga 

Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades 

Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page 

Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help 

She should've never left her gun on the shelf 

This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome