Текст песни Hoover Street (ScHoolboy Q) с переводом

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)

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?

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)

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

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome

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… Meet Glock clock familia (Boom)

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

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy carry chrome

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… Meet Glock clock familia (Boom)