Artist/Band:
Schoolboy Q
Lyrics for Song: There He Go
Lyrics for Album: Habits & Contradictions [2012]
[Verse 1]
Ain't got no jewelry on, still I'm shinin' hard
Ain't got no bodyguard walkin' solo through the mall
B*tches and the hoes know they see me they like: "There he go!"
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
Chiefin' like a muthaf*ckin' Seminole
Here we go, off probation probably go to Me-hi-co
Furthermore, can't find this in the store, this sh*t ain't for the low
Got my daughter swaggin' like her muthaf*ckin' daddy though
The patio, what a muthaf*ckin' view
Nappy chin hairs, b*tch I'm muthaf*ckin' Q
Uhhh, muthaf*cka, muthaf*cka yeah
F*ckin' is my favorite word, reason why I'm f*ckin' her
She swallow my d*ck and balls, whatever occur
Purr, I love that kitty cat
Ass fat, throw it back, I can't believe you wifing that
Deepthroat, seven or eleven, she's a double gulp
My pistol drawn, her boyfriend got me paranoid
N*gga try sneakin' up on me and I'm makin' noise
But what I failed to understand
I'm the muthaf*ckin' man, ran into him, he's a fan
Goddamn...
[Hook]
I'm shinin' hard, they be like: "There he go!"
No bodyguard, they be like: "There he go!"
Up in your broad, they be like: "There he go!"
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
HiiiPoweR b*tch, they be like: "There he go!"
Black Hippy sh*t, they be like: "There he go!"
Magnificent, they be like: "There he go!"
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
[Verse 2]
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
No, it be this n*gga here just lookin' at you lames
With my n*ggas, yo we bettin' on the Laker game
Even though my n*ggas lost another iTunes check to Dame
Garcia Vegas, yeah, that b*tch be burnin' slow
'Quip a four, now the blunts go back around like merry-go
Uh, fo' sho', ain't no need for n*ggas out here frontin' do'
Metapho', how I come with it? I don't f*ckin' know
Y'all actin' like that TDE don't run L.A
Coast ain't been this tall since Pac, Death Row, and Dr. Dre
Word to Dr. Dre, Detox is like a mix away
So go ahead and let the grown-ups work and go somewhere and play
Worldwide Holocaust, cuh we murder sh*t
Without a gun or knife, it's just a f*ckin' hit
Pussy drips, raining in her cervix, I'm a f*ckin' pimp
Saggin' low, crack a n*gga b*tch just like pistachio
[Hook]
I'm shinin' hard, they be like: "There he go!"
No bodyguard, they be like: "There he go!"
Up in your broad, they be like: "There he go!"
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
HiiiPoweR b*tch, they be like: "There he go!"
Black Hippy sh*t, they be like: "There he go!"
Magnificent, they be like: "There he go!"
They be like: "There he go! Schoolboy, there he go!"
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