Hoover Street song by ScHoolboy Q from Primary Album Oxymoron. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Gangsta Rap, Rap, Hardcore Rap music. The Record company is Top Dawg Entertainment, Interscope Records & Universal Music Group. Released on February 25, 2014.
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Hoover Street Meaning
| [[Part 1] [Verse] 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 (Huhhuhhuh-huhhuh!) 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 ho’s hero He get zero, I said nada, bitch pass the ‘cama (Uh, yeah) [Chorus] How’d it feel to be a real nigga? (I’m a product of a real nigga) La-la familia (Get confronted by a real nigga) Fuck with one of my real niggas (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball) How’d it feel to be a real nigga? (Sunlight, 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 (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? , [Part 2] [Chorus] I done jumped up off my ass Hit the lick and barely passed but I quickly got to balling 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… Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga But… Click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, nigga) But… Me Glock clock familia (Boom) [Verse 1] Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink (yeah) 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 Margielas, 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 radios 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 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 Fritos, chili and Cheese! Threw some Baby Lucas in his eyes, before I Leave! The cops’ll never get the lead, grandma taught me well And my uncle gun, was the accessory, 211 sipping, plus a robbery , [Refrain] This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome [Chorus] I done jumped up off my ass Hit the lick and barely passed but I quickly got to balling 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… Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga But… Click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, nigga) But… Me Glock clock familia (Boom) [Verse 2] Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more She always got me things, that we couldn’t afford The new Js and Tommy Hill in my drawers Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see 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, his wife done left him and now he living with us My bike is missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month My uncle’s nuts, he used to give me whiskey 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 nigga’s 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 -“Daaaaaamn, nigga” Then again – YAWK, YAWK! We like, “Daaaaaamn, nigga!” Hearing him say “Cuz'”, turned us to a faaaaaan, nigga! Later on he got locked, so now 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 , [Refrain] This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome [Chorus] I done jumped up off my ass Hit the lick and barely passed but I quickly got to balling 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… Every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga But… Click-clack, pow-pow-pow (Boom, nigga) But… Me Glock clock familia (Boom) [Produced by Sounwave]] |
Frequently posed queries
- Who produced the lyrics for Hoover Street?
This lirics prodiucer by Sounwave & The Alchemist.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Hoover Street
Hoover Street song lyrics is written by ScHoolboy Q & Sounwave
- Who mixed the song
Hoover Street song lyrics mixing Engineer by Mixed by Ali
- Who handled the recording for this song?
Hoover Street lyrics recording Engineer is Gee Bizzy Rightnow & Hector Delgado
- Who is the credited masteringer for this track?
Hoover Street lyrics song mastering engineer is Mike Bozzi
