[{"id":3682001,"name":"Hoover Street","trackName":"Hoover Street","artistName":"ScHoolboy Q","albumName":"Oxymoron (Target Deluxe Edition)","duration":396.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, uh\n\nI got that work, fuck labour day, just bought a gun\nFuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch\nBet my 9 milli' hit the right spot\nBang, last night it was a dream\nThis morning a fantasy back\nWhen the only fan I had was a fiend, hahaha\n\nMeet me by the Acura 'cause the cops like\nTo get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea\nBut it's cool I've been catching on to they formula\nSee I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'\nThen rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo\nThe bad guy never once been a hoes hero\nHe get zero, I said nada\nBitch pass the cama (uh, yeah)\n\nHow'd it feel to be a real nigga?\nI'm a product of a real nigga\nLa-la-la familia, real nigga\nGet confronted by a real nigga\nFuck with one of my real niggas\n(Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)\nHow'd it feel to be a real nigga?\n(Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)\nHow'd it feel to be a real nigga?\n(My whole life I've been a real nigga)\n\nLa-la familia, real nigga\nGet confronted by a real nigga\nFuck with one of my, real niggas\n(Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)\nHow'd it feel to be a real nigga?\n\nI done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\nBut I quickly got to to ballin'\n2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\nEyes open night to morning (morning)\nHad roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo\nMy grandma can't control him\nBut, uh, uh, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga\nBut, uh, uh, click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga\nBut, uh, uh, me Glock clock familia\n\nFind a nigga realer than me, my socks stink\nEat so much pussy that my mustache pink\nStrapping, my pants seam, no need for a belt\nGangsta lean help, hoodie on backwards with the eyes cut out\nMy hate felt, my 45 elder, poetry's deep\nI never fail ya, schoolboy bust flame\nOrange-yellow, higher than margiela's\n\nSince a young nigga I admired the crack sellers, seen my uncle steal\nFrom his mother, now that's the money that I'm talking 'bout\nThink about it, the smoker ain't got shit and everyday he still get a hit\nWhether jacking radio's or sucking dick\nSell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips\n'Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much\n\nTo get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking with work\nUnless we rewind, and answer my church\nTimes getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt\nAround the same time all you niggas was on purp\nMy sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze\nGive me the keys, extra frito's, chili and cheese\nRoom for many, look in his eyes before I leave\nThe cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well\nAnd my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery (yeah)\n\nThis little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome\n\nI done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\nBut I quickly got to to ballin'\n2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\nEyes open night to morning (morning)\nHad roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo\nMy grandma can't control him\nBut, uh, uh, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga\nBut, uh, uh, click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga\nBut, uh, uh, me Glock clock familia\n\nGrandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more\nShe always got me things that we couldn't afford\nThe new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers\nSega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war\nWe wasn't thinking of getting money then\nNor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz\n\n'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down\nI also notice moms be locking doors when he around\nBut anyways, his wife don' left him and now he living with us\nMy bike is missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month\nMy uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups\nKnocking on the door telling me to \"Hurry up!\", he in a rush\nI gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it\nMoms used to tell me like, \"Nigga, know who you dealing with\"\n\nThem was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways\nRat-Tone, my nigga's brother showed me my first K\nI was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like, \"Hey\nYawk, yawk, yawk, yawk\", we like, \"Damn, nigga\"\nThen again, \"Yawk, yawk, we like, \"Damn, nigga\"\nHearing him say \"cuz\" turned us to a fan, nigga\nLater on he got locked so know we're taking his fades\nContinue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page\nGangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help\nShe should've never left her gun on the shelf\n\nThis little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome\n\nI done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\nBut I quickly got to to ballin'\n2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\nEyes open night to morning (morning)\nHad roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo\nMy grandma can't control him\nBut, uh, uh, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga\nBut, uh, uh, click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga\nBut, uh, uh, me Glock clock familia","syncedLyrics":"[00:08.36] Yeah, uh\n[00:12.64] I got that work, fuck labour day, just bought a gun\n[00:15.59] Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch\n[00:19.09] Bet my 9 milli' hit the right spot\n[00:21.33] Bang, last night it was a dream\n[00:24.80] This morning a fantasy back\n[00:26.36] When the only fan I had was a fiend, hahaha\n[00:30.19] Meet me by the Acura 'cause the cops like\n[00:32.37] To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea\n[00:36.29] But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula\n[00:39.14] See I'm a real loc, my street sign I'll kill fo'\n[00:41.50] Then rewind my Indo, then unroll my rillo\n[00:44.11] The bad guy never once been a hoes hero\n[00:46.89] He get zero, I said nada\n[00:50.01] Bitch pass the cama (uh, yeah)\n[00:56.52] How'd it feel to be a real nigga?\n[00:59.10] I'm a product of a real nigga\n[01:01.73] La-la-la familia, real nigga\n[01:04.55] Get confronted by a real nigga\n[01:07.20] Fuck with one of my real niggas\n[01:09.83] (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)\n[01:13.42] How'd it feel to be a real nigga?\n[01:15.75] (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)\n[01:19.42] How'd it feel to be a real nigga?\n[01:21.86] (My whole life I've been a real nigga)\n[01:24.10] La-la familia, real nigga\n[01:27.19] Get confronted by a real nigga\n[01:30.05] Fuck with one of my, real niggas\n[01:32.78] (Sunlight, night fall, summertime gotta ball)\n[01:36.69] How'd it feel to be a real nigga?\n[01:48.85] I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\n[01:52.04] But I quickly got to to ballin'\n[01:54.64] 2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to 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Whether jacking radio's or sucking dick\n[03:05.20] Sell his kids and chop his wrists and sealing his lips\n[03:07.91] 'Cause he don't want the feds arresting his fix, didn't take much\n[03:11.36] To get me convinced, coincidence that I ain't fucking with work\n[03:15.03] Unless we rewind, and answer my church\n[03:17.16] Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt\n[03:19.82] Around the same time all you niggas was on purp\n[03:22.85] My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze\n[03:27.25] Give me the keys, extra frito's, chili and cheese\n[03:30.68] Room for many, look in his eyes before I leave\n[03:33.67] The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well\n[03:36.46] And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery (yeah)\n[03:44.47] This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome\n[03:50.96] I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\n[03:53.82] But I quickly got to to ballin'\n[03:56.61] 2012 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missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month\n[05:02.95] My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups\n[05:05.66] Knocking on the door telling me to \"Hurry up!\", he in a rush\n[05:08.72] I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it\n[05:12.09] Moms used to tell me like, \"Nigga, know who you dealing with\"\n[05:14.64] Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways\n[05:17.85] Rat-Tone, my nigga's brother showed me my first K\n[05:20.84] I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like, \"Hey\n[05:24.88] Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk\", we like, \"Damn, nigga\"\n[05:28.13] Then again, \"Yawk, yawk, we like, \"Damn, nigga\"\n[05:31.02] Hearing him say \"cuz\" turned us to a fan, nigga\n[05:33.84] Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades\n[05:36.60] Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page\n[05:40.28] Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help\n[05:43.47] She should've never left her gun on the 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ain't fucking with work\n[03:15.03] Unless we rewind, and answer my church\n[03:17.16] Times getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt\n[03:19.82] Around the same time all you niggas was on purp\n[03:22.85] My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze\n[03:27.25] Give me the keys, extra frito's, chili and cheese\n[03:30.68] Room for many, look in his eyes before I leave\n[03:33.67] The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well\n[03:36.46] And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery (yeah)\n[03:44.47] This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome\n[03:50.96] I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\n[03:53.82] But I quickly got to to ballin'\n[03:56.61] 2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\n[03:59.95] Eyes open night to morning (morning)\n[04:02.64] Had roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo\n[04:06.18] My grandma can't control him\n[04:08.85] But, uh, uh, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga\n[04:16.99] But, uh, uh, click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga\n[04:22.32] But, uh, uh, me Glock clock familia\n[04:33.78] Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more\n[04:36.33] She always got me things that we couldn't afford\n[04:39.28] The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers\n[04:41.75] Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war\n[04:45.33] We wasn't thinking of getting money then\n[04:47.67] Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz\n[04:50.37] 'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down\n[04:53.45] I also notice moms be locking doors when he around\n[04:56.66] But anyways, his wife don' left him and now he living with us\n[04:59.66] My bike is missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month\n[05:02.95] My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups\n[05:05.66] Knocking on the door telling me to \"Hurry up!\", he in a rush\n[05:08.72] I gave it to him then got my 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getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt\n[03:19.82] Around the same time all you niggas was on purp\n[03:22.85] My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze\n[03:27.25] Give me the keys, extra frito's, chili and cheese\n[03:30.68] Room for many, look in his eyes before I leave\n[03:33.67] The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well\n[03:36.46] And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery (yeah)\n[03:44.47] This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome\n[03:50.96] I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\n[03:53.82] But I quickly got to to ballin'\n[03:56.61] 2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\n[03:59.95] Eyes open night to morning (morning)\n[04:02.64] Had roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo\n[04:06.18] My grandma can't control him\n[04:08.85] But, uh, uh, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga\n[04:16.99] But, uh, uh, click-clack, 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getting harder than my dick on a growth spurt\n[03:19.87] Around the same time all you niggas was on purp\n[03:22.85] My sober ass was snatching her purse, make the ice cream truck freeze\n[03:27.26] Give me the keys, extra frito's, chili and cheese\n[03:30.66] Room for many, look in his eyes before I leave\n[03:33.65] The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well\n[03:36.46] And my uncle gun was the accessories, 2011 sipping plus a robbery (yeah)\n[03:44.42] This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome\n[03:50.99] I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\n[03:53.83] But I quickly got to to ballin'\n[03:56.65] 2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\n[03:59.94] Eyes open night to morning (morning)\n[04:02.68] Had roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo\n[04:06.13] My grandma can't control him\n[04:08.82] But, uh, uh, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga\n[04:16.94] But, uh, uh, click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga\n[04:22.30] But, uh, uh, me Glock clock familia\n[04:33.78] Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more\n[04:36.37] She always got me things that we couldn't afford\n[04:39.22] The new J's and Tommy Hill in my drawers\n[04:41.73] Sega Genesis, Nintendo 64, see Golden Eye was away at war\n[04:45.32] We wasn't thinking of getting money then\n[04:47.61] Nor did I wonder why my uncle done sold his Benz\n[04:50.39] 'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down\n[04:53.41] I also notice moms be locking doors when he around\n[04:56.63] But anyways, his wife don' left him and now he living with us\n[04:59.67] My bike is missing, Grandma like to hide her check every month\n[05:02.95] My uncle's nuts, he used to give me whiskey to piss in cups\n[05:05.62] Knocking on the door telling me to \"Hurry up!\", he in a rush\n[05:08.72] I gave it to him then got my ass whipped for doing it\n[05:12.08] Moms used to tell me like, \"Nigga, know who you dealing with\"\n[05:14.70] Them was the good days 'til I was raised the older ways\n[05:17.80] Rat-Tone, my nigga's brother showed me my first K\n[05:20.83] I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like, \"Hey\n[05:24.86] Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk\", we like, \"Damn, nigga\"\n[05:28.16] Then again, \"Yawk, yawk, we like, \"Damn, nigga\"\n[05:31.09] Hearing him say \"cuz\" turned us to a fan, nigga\n[05:33.82] Later on he got locked so know we're taking his fades\n[05:36.68] Continue the chapter from his life, we flipping that page\n[05:40.28] Gangbanging was a ritual and grandma would help\n[05:43.46] She should've never left her gun on the shelf\n[05:46.53] This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome\n[05:51.83] I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass\n[05:55.04] But I quickly got to to ballin'\n[05:57.77] 2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\n[06:01.35] Eyes open night to morning (morning)\n[06:04.39] Had 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ass, hit the lick and barely pass\n But I quickly got to to ballin'\n 2012 ain't really happen, so I guess it's back to trapping\n Eyes open night to morning (morning)\n Had roaches in my cereal, my uncle stole my stereo\n My grandma can't control him\n But, uh, uh, every last one of us had a pistol in the room, nigga\n But, uh, uh, click-clack, pow-pow-pow, boom, nigga\n But, uh, uh, me Glock clock familia\n"}]