There He Go

Schoolboy Q · 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!"