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schoolboy q – what’s the word lyrics


what’s the word
(feat. jay rock, ab-soul)

[schoolboy q]
uh, go hard for the squad like, bam!
spray with a stain on it (sh-t)
flamed out the nozzle, at it full throttle
acting hyena, black ninas
uh, it’s young n-gg-s heating up phoenix
top dawg familiar, crept with a dillinger
in my fifth pocket, chump n-gg-s stop it
say you pressing who? f-ck around and get a tattoo
have me dumping out the sunroof
consequences you done ran through
caught his -ss slipping looking pretty in them sandals
keep the gangster to the streets, you know the sh-t was handled
ten speed, handle bar sh-t, astro fit
hopped off with a message in a clip
inbox read (third verse), hitting till the third
i’ll be back up on the curb, what’s the word, word, word, word, word?

[chorus: ab-soul (schoolboy q)]
we continue to bring you
nothing but that true gang-
-ster sh-t you can move to, groove to, ooooh
(what’s the word? what’s the word? what’s the word?)
we continue to bring you
nothing but that true sh-t, g sh-t

[jay rock]
never had much, always had heart
always had guts, i don’t give a f-ck
i ride like a bus, heavy with my flows
while my n-gg-s in the spot, heavy with the blow
plenty n-gg-s broke, plenty homicides
plenty mommas cry, yeah we wonder why
stress on my thoughts, blowing weed out my jaws
four-five n-gg-s riding five deep in the car
choppers in the trunk, choppers in the front
catch a n-gg- slipping, then we taking what we want
gang affiliated, a lot of n-gg-s hating
cause a n-gg- red, steady beaming like a laser
product of my environment, can’t help where i came from
watts, california where a n-gg- got his game from
name from, what it do? go ahead and blaze one
be patient my n-gg-, we gon’ ball when the day come
disrespect the click, then i guess we gotta take one
haters throw salt, so i guess we gotta shake something
i guess we gotta shake something
haters throw salt, so i guess we gotta shake something
so what’s the word?


[schoolboy q]
uh, young 50, raw central kid
macks near f-cking lose your lip
probably see me on figg, 81 bus stop
liquor stores and, hooker wh-r-s and, needle poison
uh, everybody crooked
lights out, shooting ranges, sh-t is dangerous
keep your shoes tied motherf-cker
sh-t, it gets live motherf-cker, sh-t’s real
get your -ss trampled in the field
youngin, should have let your muscle build
broken jaws, and them stars be the evidence
just another n-gg- tatted up upon my abdomen
y’all squabbles, gang meetings, set functions
have my sh-t b-mping
mid-central and wayside stay jumping, we riding out
middle finger, f-ck the law, shoot they momma’s house, hahah
that’s the word


g sh-t
g sh-t
g sh-t
we continue to bring you