[Припев]
Покажи — восторг
Там, где я и дни недели
Покажи — восторг
Преподай урок на деле
Покажи — восторг
В безобразной карусели
В трудный час — восторг
Не оставь меня без цели
Покажи — восторг
Там, где я и дни недели
Покажи — восторг
Преподай урок на деле
Покажи — восторг
В безобразной карусели
В трудный час — восторг
Не оставь меня без цели
[Куплет 1]
Отчего ж не стало чуда?
Обветшала в окнах слюда
Отвернись моя подруга
То ли, то ли ещё будет
Переправа, переправа
Берег правый, как стена
Этой ночи след кровавый
В море вынесла волна
(А-а-а)
«Семилетнего "Отваал" который 23 мая ушел из дома, нашли живым. "Хоровод" обнаружили в лесу около села Дубиновка Советского района...
"Отваал" благодарит всех граждан которые остались неравнодушными и приняли участие в поисках "Хоровод", вместе с тем, следователями СК будут проверены...»
[Припев]
Покажи — восторг
Там, где я и дни недели
Покажи — восторг
Преподай урок на деле
Покажи — восторг
В безобразной карусели
В трудный час — восторг
Не оставь меня без цели
Покажи — восторг
Там, где я и дни недели
Покажи — восторг
Преподай урок на деле
Покажи — восторг
В безобразной карусели
В трудный час — восторг
Не оставь меня без цели
[Куплет 1]
От стены отходит мебель
И вот места стало меньше
А в лесу кусты сирени
За версту там слышен цвет их
От стены отходит папа
Это место стало наше
А в лесу он ищет воду
Из березы что покраше
[Куплет 2]
Долгий сон, хоть бы не вещий
Время гладит кошкой вещи
Руки пляшут на коленках
Солнце в доме тихо меркнет
Сходит ниже в землю папа
Это место стоит денег
Давеча он звал нас в гости
Повидать бы в воскресенье
А дотуда долго ехать
Как бы нам не потеряться
Нужно дважды перебраться
Через реку и запрудок
Через лес, лося и уток
Через горы, через шапки
Там по нитке, по удавке
По пещерам спать вповалку
Через волны и моря
По барханам и полям
Через бурю, через прутья
Через путь на перепутье
Через зори, через горе
Через ласку, через волю
Через стоны вниз по склону
Через всё, где не был я
[Припев]
(Через стужу и мороз
Через хворост, что принёс)
Целебный раствор
(Через рябь и через плёс
Через корни тех берёз)
Дарёный фарфор
(Через стужу и мороз
Через хворост, что принёс)
Посмертный паспорт
(Через рябь и через плёс
Через корни тех берёз)
Посменный постовой
(Через стужу и мороз
Через хворост, что принёс)
Целебный раствор
(Через рябь и через плёс
Через корни тех берёз)
Дарёный фарфор
(Через стужу и мороз
Через хворост, что принёс)
Посмертный паспорт
(Через рябь и через плёс
Через корни тех берёз)
Посменный постовой
(Через стужу и мороз
Через хворост, что принёс)
Целебный раствор
(Через рябь и через плёс
Через корни тех берёз)
Дарёный фарфор
(Через стужу и мороз
Через хворост, что принёс)
Посмертный паспорт
(Через рябь и через плёс
Через корни тех берёз)
Посменный постовой
[Куплет 1]
Злоба в оводе, сухо в омуте
Руки в холоде, семья в голоде
Ох, если было б что, он нашёл бы где
Рыбой был бы он, утонул б в воде, е-е-е
[Припев]
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод), то поймай (Хоровод)
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод), то поймай (Хоровод)
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод), то поймай (Хоровод)
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод, хоровод)
[Куплет 2]
Топором маши
Забором гради (Топором)
Пробудись к утру
Облачись в ночи (Пробуди)
А в поле тополи, в лесу селезни
Черти в омуте, гуси-лебеди
Сколько дней бродил — не нашёл нигде
Семья в голоде, руки в нищете
[Припев]
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод), то поймай (Хоровод)
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод), то поймай (Хоровод)
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод), то поймай (Хоровод)
Покатай (Хоровод), прокати (Хоровод)
Если кто упадёт (Хоровод, хоровод)
[Verse]
Now when I first saw you
I could tell you was the one
That I've been searchin' for
I needed somethin' that was like the Sun
Now all my flowers grow
Right now my life, it blooms, baby
You're my favorite color, my favorite color
My favorite color's you
It's like the endless summer, endless summer
It never ends with you
'Cause you're my yellow, yellow, yellow
'Cause you're my yellow, yellow, yellow
Tyler, The Creator
—
OKAGA, CA (feat. Alice Smith, Leon Ware & Clem Creevy)
06:37
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Let's just run away from here ('Cause it's not, 'cause it's not)
Working out on Earth, my dear ('Cause It's not, 'cause it's not)
What you really want, girl (ooh)
My heart stops pumping blood when I see you (I see you, when I see you)
But I try to play it cool because (I like you, I really like you)
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Girl, you're so special
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me...
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Let's move to California, right now (Pack your bags, go pack your bags)
I have wings on my back, so we don't (Take the plane, have to take the plane)
Girl, I know you ready, I can see it in your eyes
Boy, I know you're not, I can tell you're terrified
Oh, nobody has to know and if they did, they wouldn't care
When you rub my hands switching fifth gear (Wait)
Forget about it baby, let's not waste our afternoon (Forget about it baby)
'Cause we're gonna go fly to the moon (We're gonna go flyin' to the moon)
Yeah, but anyway (Pack your bags, did you pack your bags)
Leave your crew, bring your coat, 'cause it’s cold (Leave your crew, bring your coat)
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
Girl, you're so special
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me
To me, to me (Oh)
[Verse 3: Clem Creevy & Leon Ware]
Don't you wanna go, girl
Let's go, let's go, right now
I think I believe you (Let me show you how girl)
It's nice that I need to (Woah, right now)
The earth is so rough I'm not calling your bluff
What, what, what (She would love that)
I think I believe you, take me higher (Know the way)
Let's make our way over to the Okaga cave
Today (today), there we will stay, (Yes)
Play it cool now, X-Y-Z how?
Welcome me in, then we'll begin
[Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator]
Suckin' on my ears, fingers rubbing through your hair
Fast wind, slow wind, fuck yeah, we behaving bad, uh
Probably couldn't tell but I be blushing when you with me
When you kiss me, swear to God, blood was rushing to my Jimmy
Oh, Laying on my trampoline, looking at the stars
From my fake space fog machine
Laying on my arm, it's dead
From the pressure of your head
I said I loved you, said it back
Like it was scripted, but you meant it
Like the flavor of that lemonade
That we was sipping on our sushi-ridden dinner date
Oh, you think you special now?
Other bitches trippin' now
'Cause we're fleeing to the moon
Fuck Earth, man we sick of y'all
Wings on my back so we ain't gotta cop a ticket, nah, nah, nah
[Bridge: Leon Ware & Tyler, The Creator]
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
Oh yeah (Let's go!)
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
Oh yeah, let's go to the moon!
(Watch this) Let's go to the moon!
Oh yeah
(Favorite director)
(Gonna be good)
Come on, baby
What you wanna do?
(I’m happy you came)
(I really like you)
[Outro: Alice Smith, Leon Ware & Tyler, The Creator]
Take me away
Fuck what they say (Okaga, California!)
To another place
Another day (Okaga, California!)
We in outer space
We'll waste our days (Okaga, California!)
Sade, Sade, Sade, Sade
Oh, right now (Okaga, California!)
Yes!
Let's go to the moon (Yes!)
Alright alright let me do it, hold up, shhh
It's about to start
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
Keep the O's, (nigga) keep the O's
Know they know me by "Treat Your Nose"
[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Look, UFO, bow, land
Skrr landed on the ass and
Adidas leaf in the grassland
My finger got a yellow Pac-Man
Blow your purple, go in circles, so inertia
Go reverse it, no rehearsin', gold is perfect
Open curtain, flow inversion, golden person
Yeah I'm nerdy, yeah I'm swerving
Yeah, you heard me
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
Keep the O's, (nigga) keep the O's
Know they know me by "Treat Your Nose"
Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
Keep the O's, nigga keep the O's
Know they call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
Keep the O's, (nigga) keep the O's
Know they know me by "Treat Your Nose"
[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator]
Your garden is full from raking these hoes
A handful of green and a couple of stones
Your lawn mower's foreign, you rent you a home
But nigga, how much of that shit do you own? (Uh)
See me, I don't compromise, I know my accomplishments
Fuck all yo compliments, bitch, I got confidence
I don't need your approval, my nigga, you suck
I do not have to adjust to stunt
Don't talk, don't jump, don't cheer bitch shut the fuck up
You're speedin' and gleamin' and stuntin', so Evel Knievel
You beaming and circle in Bimmers, you hoping them niggas’ll see it
Results may vary, my chain, it's not too heavy
I'll rather pedal smooth on my bike than to crash in that Bugatti
But back to the garden, niggas gon' do you dirty
Already started killing your flowers
It seems impossible, it's the new slave apocalypse
So sad and obvious
All y'all stupid niggas got the whips and no drive
[Hook: Tyler, the Creator]
Got the whips, got the hoes
Got the ice, got the clothes
Niggas know that keys open doors
Half price nigga keep the O's
[Bridge: Tyler, the Creator, Coco O.]
Keep the O's
Keep the O's
Keep the O's
You gotta keep the O's
Keep the O's
Keep the O's
Keep the O's
You gotta keep the O's
Keep the O's
You gotta keep the O's (Keep the O's)
Cause you never know when it's over
You want the doors that go up
You want the girls with the big butts
You want the diamonds, you want the stones
You gotta stunt on these niggas
Stunt on these niggas one time
Find your wings
Find your wings
Find your wings
And fly
Cause you'll find your wings
You'll find your wings
Learn how to fly (learn)
Let me tell you what I want you to do
What I want you to do
You'll find your wings
You'll find your wings
Learn how to fly
(Learn)
Keep the O's
[Outro: Tyler, the Creator]
I'm rapping about diamonds, and cars, and money now
What the fuck has gotten into me, man
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
For your boy
I'm watching Freaks and Geeks with the trampoline on the floor
I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors
Nigga
[Pre-Verse: Tyler, The Creator]
Money, money, money, money, money ain't the motive
What's your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me, nigga, you not important
I'm focused (Two, three, four)
Bring in the horns
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator & Kanye West]
They say I'm nutty, I'm picnic basket
I'm short of a sandwich, I'm peanut butter
Boyce Watkins a faggot, please come and get me (Two, three, four)
Said I suckin' at your neck, like a hickey, boy, I'm sicky (Two, three, four)
Like a HIV victim, ain't nobody fuckin' with me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me a demon (Yeah)
And a terrorist? Goddamn it, I couldn't believe it
Ban a kid from a country, I never fall, never timber (Two, three, four)
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, so you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat (Man...)
Cherry Bomb the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound (Two, three, four)
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, 'bout to drop, gas 'em up, thick exhaust (Woo)
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beast is loose (Two, three, four)
Tyler, The Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, 'cause I'm raising the stakes (Why, oh, why don't they like me? They don't like me, oh)
Mom, I made you a promise, it's no more Section 8
And what we ate was the steaks, now our section is great (Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, don't they like me?)
'Cause that's the level I'm at, my nigga, pass 'em a plate
'Ye!
[Pre-Verse: Kanye West]
Why, oh why, why, why don't they like me? (Two, three, four)
'Cause Nike gave a lot of niggas checks (Two, three, four)
But I'm the only nigga to ever check Nike
[Verse 2: Kanye West & Tyler, The Creator]
Richer than white people with black kids
Scarier than black people with ideas (Two, three, four)
Nobody can tell me where I'm headin' (Two, three, four)
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my weddin' (Yeah)
They say I'm crazy, but that's the best thing goin' for me
You can't lynch Marshawn if Tom Brady throwin' to me (Two, three, four)
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of 'em (Two, three, four)
I believe you like a fat trainer taking a bite of somethin'
I wanna turn the tanks to playgrounds
I dreamt of 2Pac, he asked me "Are you still down?" (Two, three, four)
Yeah, my nigga, it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on (Two, three, four)
I know they told they white daughters, "Don't bring home Jerome"
I am the free nigga archetype (Woo)
I am the light and the beacon; you can ask the deacon (Ask the deacon)
It's funny, when you get extra money (Two, three, four)
Every joke you tell just be extra funny (Yeah, yeah)
I mean, you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra runny (Two, three, four)
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra from me (Woo) (Two, three, four)
Oxford want a full-blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, errr, like hop, I hopped out, like wassup?
Err-err-err, step back, hold up, my nigga, you suck
Hold up (Skrrt!)
I studied the proportions
Emotions runnin' at a Autobahn speed-level (Two, three, four)
Had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God (Two, three, four)
He said, "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard", uh (Woo)
[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
For your boy
I'm tryna cop the new McLaren with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freak and Geeks, got a trampoline in my room
Damn (Two, three, four)
[Part II]
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator & Lil Wayne, both]
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I bet it at a auction
Been exhausted, I been workin'
While y'all silly bros smoke like broken exhaust tips
Fuckin' losers
Hold your fuckin' ponies, my homie
I'll whip your donkey by my lonely, I eat pussy like Shoney's, yeah
It's Tunechi, homie, Master of Ceremonies
I knock 'em down, Domino effect, no pepperoni, I swear
It's them Golf boys, like them Hot Boys (Yeah)
For the nine-nine and two-thousand, but it's the two-thou' and (Yeah)
The one-four and the one-five, yo, what up, Wayne?
What up, Slime? Nigga, go hard
Yeah, I'ma go hard like before came
Got too much drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a broad, and she give brain
That's that road head (Yeah), that's a dream car
Got a full tank of that same year I was born
That's that one-nine-nine-one, 'nother nigga like I, you won't find one
'Cause, nigga, I'm a god, a divine one; Tune! (Two, three, four)
My trigger finger wise, but my .9 dumb (Yeah)
Middle finger blind, so it's fuck A-N-Y-one (Um)
Fuck, skate, and die son, a hundred ways to die, son
I'm starin' at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like alarm clocks, wake my high up
Stakes are high, well done, and prime cut; eat up
I stick my Rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Sheneneh, and eyes like Wanda, oh my goodness
Wayne, them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye, we hittin' models like Tony Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch, I'm goin' harder than yellow cabbies stoppin' for Lionel (Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, shout out to Donald Sterling (Two, three, four)
Boy, let's get a scrimmage and cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners that's kinda German, you bring the nooses
And a couple trees, where the money grow and get bodies burnin'
'Cause I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some niggas from Alabama, Birmingham
My new music's all over the street like Erick Sermon was
Fuck us, maybe we should team up
Anti-Golf boys 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'm a liar, I'm a faggot, ugh! Son, you need Jesus
But I heard he left Sunset to go on tour with Yeezus (That's too harsh)
Well, I'm prayin' for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like zucchini
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor strange, nah, faggot, it's Golf Wang
[Intro: Tyler, The Creator]
Day that I met you, girl
I knew that it was something special
But I couldn't put my finger on it (Fuck, I can't sing, whatever, look)
We met through mutual friends (Mutual friends)
And this is where the story and confusion began
'Cause I was at nirvana, but I had to pretend that I wasn't
[Pre-Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
There go the policeman, knocking at my door
Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat?
Or do I answer real confused like, "I don't know"? (I don't know)
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we're bored
There's nobody at the door, man, I'm so paranoid
Fuck, because
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Tyler, The Creator]
'Cause, girl, you're perfect, but you're too fucking young (For me, uh)
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up (No)
And, girl, you stole my heart, but you're too fucking young
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love (Oh my God)
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
A six-year Difference, uh
Is a ten year Sentence
And with the pigment on my skin
I don't want to be another Statistic
You bring me joy, joy, joy, joy
And you fill a void that was once missing
And I can say I'm in love
[Pre-Chorus: Tyler, The Creator]
There go the policeman, knocking at my door
Do I leave out the back and grab my wallet and coat?
Or do I answer real confused like, "I don't know"? (I don't know)
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more
She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when we're bored
There's nobody at the door, man, I'm so paranoid
Fuck, because
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Tyler, The Creator]
'Cause, girl, you're perfect, but you're too fucking young
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up (Woo!)
And, girl, you stole my heart, but you're too fucking young
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love (Oh my God, yo)
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
When you're thirty-five, I'll be forty-one
And when I'm twenty-seven, you'll be twenty-one, yo, this is dumb
And when that time comes for that 1-8, I'll probably run
'Cause I'm fucking terrified, yo, this is dumb, you should find someone else
I'm not the one for you, shit, I'm still growing up by myself
And mentally, you're older than me, and that shit doesn't help
'Cause if they see you with T, they'll think T needs some help
So when you mention "hang", I'm thinking 'bout a tree and a belt
And I don't want no relation, shit no relation
Ship when my dick is longer than my attention-
Span, it's gonna suck if shit, hits that kitchen fan
And splatter on me like my dick in my hand
What? I'm still fucking off, not good at ducking off
Because I found a goose that I like, but I'm still running off
She gon' want a nest, that's why I cannot get fucking caught
That's a scary word, you could save that shit for the birds, um
But I found my wings, fuck
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator & Charlie Wilson]
But you're too fucking young
I really like you
And when temptation calls my phone, I never pick up
I don't know what to do
And, girl, you stole my heart, but you're too fucking young
Funny thing about this is, by the time you hear this
And this is more than a crush, I just might be in love (Oh my God)
It won't even matter, I'll be in the clear, haha
It's T and Uncle Charlie!
But you're too young
But you're too young
But you're too young, ha
[Part II: PERFECT]
[Intro: Kali Uchis]
Boy, I know that we could be more
Than just friends, but you're scared
Boy, I know, that we could be more
Than just friends, but you're scared (I know)
[Verse: Kali Uchis & Tyler, The Creator]
I know that there could be
Somethin' for you and me
What's your philosophy?
You're scared, scared
And I'll exit and wait a while
Just say the word, girl
Can't you see the answers are all there?
But I'm just too blind to see
You and I are cut from different fabric
I wanna rock, I wanna rock with you, girl
Don't be too material to see
But I'm just too blind to see
Somehow, this world is such a struggle just to be
Fuck 'em all, baby, it's just you and me
[Bridge: Tyler, The Creator]
But you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one for me
And it hurts, it fuckin’ hurts
Fuck, 'cause you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one for me
And it hurts, it fuckin' hurts
'Cause you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one
That you're the one, for me
'Cause you're too fuckin' young
And, girl, I know that you're the one for me, yeah
[Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
I rock (I rock)
I rock (I rock)
I rock (I rock)
Tyler, The Creator
—
THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (REMIX) (feat. ScHoolboy Q)
03:12
[Part I - THE BROWN STAINS OF DARKEESE LATIFAH PART 6-12 (Remix)]
[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
Oh, you the motherfucking man, huh?
Oh, you be fucking bitches, counting all the bands, huh?
Oh, you be trapping out the bando, selling grams, huh?
Oh, you be smoking, drinking lean, and popping Xans, huh?
You see, that's the bullshit that I don't need
I'm telling y'all niggas, y'all ain't fucking with me
See, I looked in the mirror and he said, "You are the man"
And I said, "Hey man, I agree"
Rocks on rainbow, Ben's a nice fellow
Your neck reflects your personality, and mine is yellow
Boy, I hit the block, like I hate Legos
They know, they got thirty seconds; Jared Leto
Before they see some halos, and I reload the ammo
Boy, it's Golf Wang-o, and that's the squad I bang-o
Until my fucking brain go, now let's reload the aim-o
[Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator]
Can't a nigga get some fucking chaos in hurr?
I'm the truth and the dare
And you can get your ass beat just like the kick and the snare (Ayo)
ScHoolyboy is my niggy, you know I'm good in the 50s
That boy not that bad, eh, it's no Biggie
It's the G-O, and the L-F, we go-go, no homo
We blackout, and go hard like JoJo and fuckin' Diggy
No ship in this series, since I pissed off Iggy, man (What?)
Been that man since Batman had a sidekick
Catch me in some Vans like one of them soccer mamas
And them bitches blue like that family went to a Dodger
Solve 'em (Oh no!) You can't bitch, I'm a problem (A problem)
And you'll get fucked up like the thoughts inside of my noggin (Yeah)
Going harder than the quidditch in Harry Potter
All my shows got one black in it like Larry David
And I'm that nigga, meaning I'm two niggas, I'm schizo (Yeah, uh)
Brim low, mind motherfucking been gone
Pink and yellow on my neck remind you of my dickhole
And I don't really fuck with you niggas, shout out to Jim Crow (Nigga)
[Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator]
Don't get offended, love being darkskinned-ed
Twenty-three with a crib, and I don't got no tenants
And I don't like sports, but the court got a tennis
"Is that diamonds on your neck?" Stay the fuck out my business
See, that's that Cherry Bomb, get my burr on
That's McLaren, '91 out the Chevron
Motors Flog Gnaw (Skrrt!), Vans on, fuck your Jordans
Went from throwing up to throwing carnivals (Yeah, nigga!)
Boy, I'm a sicko, Flaco nigga, but kinda macho
Boy, I got some vatos and shout out to ScHooly, he kinda loco
Pack a de la pistol, we splitting nachos, then for that cheese
Boy, he was using some shells just like a taco, so grab your goggles
Nigga, Taco Tuesday, you don't want none of that
Have you heard of Fairfax? Boy, we was running that
Nigga took the store from us, yeah, fuck all of that (Damn)
(Man, he- he really took the store)
[Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
Crack a cracker with a barrel, uh (Yeah)
Gang bang tattoos, this ain't a Louis rag (Rag)
My Orange Paisley got me crip crazy (Uh, what's up, cuz?)
Pants heavy, sag to the left with the belt strapped (Strapped)
No face mask, nigga, just toe tags (Bah, bah, bah!)
Still, the blunts getting passed, yeah (Bah!)
Ain't worried 'bout no niggas (Nigga)
I don't grieve over suckers (Suckers)
Gunpowder on my knuckles (Knuckle)
Call the ambulances (Ambulances)
I'm from the era of crip walking (Walking)
You was clown-dancing (Yeah)
You wanna be me, huh? (Huh?)
Cuz is wack in his raps and what he rap, he ain't done (Woah)
It's Top Dawg, Wolf Gang, smell the cat on your tongue (Yeah)
Pussyboy, you fucked over, nigga, control your gums (Uh)
Teeth missing, moms' won't recognize your face when it's lump, woo
My square homie's license, double life in my trunk (Woo)
Mind, power, body, and soul, we break handcuffs (Nigga)
Got a strike on my record, double cups, and duck (Yeah, yeah)
You want the life like us, you need to crip that coast (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You want to steer that wheel, you want to smoke that kill (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Well, who am I?
[Part II - SPECIAL]
[Intro]
Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker
Anything that'll piss you muthafuckas off
I don't even smoke and I'm a level above all of y'all
Bitch, you couldn't reach me with a ladder and a calling card
[Chorus]
I'm special, nigga
Who the fuck are you?
I'm special, nigga
[Verse]
They used to tell me to calm down, said I have a problem
Now I'm runnin' shit, that's why you never see me wearin' joggers
Lead by example, how?
All y'all is my son and I ain't never had a fuckin' father
Boy, I'ma bring the noise
I got my own beat and we all got drums
What these weapons about? We're just flexin' about
You on your grind but who the one that got the wep at their house?
Bitch, I do this on purpose, you niggas don't got a purpose
This nigga call me a clown, nigga I own the circus
Stack is sittin' in my pocket folded like a papaya
And you know I golf bitch like I been sleepin' with Tiger
Woody woody, my mob, mob is goodie we Oddkast
We O-K-K-K just like the clan hoodie
Golf shit packet, rip it out the fuckin' package
In that all pink fit lookin' like a fuckin' faggot
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, nigga?
I'm a bad case of I don't even know
I gotta to tear the shit out of this goddamn house
I think that I'ma blow my muthafuckin' brains out
Tyler, take a chill pill, nigga
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