Hoover Street (Original Version) ScHoolboy Q

[Part 1]

[Verse]
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in
Throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my nine-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
(Huh-huh)
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)

[Breakdown]
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
I'm a product of a real nigga
La-la familia (Real niggas)
Deep in front of (Real niggas)
Fuck with one of my real niggas
Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
I'm a product of a real nigga
La-la familia (Real niggas)
Deep in front of (Real niggas)
Fuck with one of my real niggas
Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?