Hanley is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and is a member of Black Hippy along with Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar and Ab-Soul.
In 2008, ScHoolboy Q released his first mixtape titled, ScHoolboy Turned Hustla and followed up in 2009 with Gangsta & Soul. In 2011, he finally released his first album titled, Setbacks. Later ScHoolboy Q released his sophomore album titled, Oxymoron in early 2014, followed by Blank Face LP in 2016. Oxymoron was also nominated for Rap Album of The Year.
Grooveline Part 1
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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'Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
You need a gangsta baby ay
Just tryna give it to ya
(Walking in the dark)
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby!)
Yea I'm Q
But you can call me Quincy if you want or whatever baby, it's all love
Fuck all that rapping, let me talk to you
Book you a ticket so we can kick it
Make an escape somewhere we'll be safe
Close your purse, I got my Visa on me
Pick out whatever, it ain't shit but money
Turn you to my honey
Take off my (saboteur?), Wipe your nose for ya
Climb a mountain in the snow for ya
You see these dummies always cut you lose, but so much that a G can do
Hit the weed, have a drink or two
I pay attention, I can listen too, you say he fucking who?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak, let's cuddle in these sheets
Let me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?
From a lost child to a woman
Eye contact and soft kisses
Strong grip, she want a gangsta, on Crip
(Strolling in the party)
'Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
Just tryna give it to ya
(Walking in the dark)
A groovy nigga that's way too G
(Tryna tell you baby!)
A 5'3" stallion
Daddy was from Harlem, Her momma was Italian
I don't see the challenge of having two girls
You just gotta keep the balance
I told her light that candle, I heard you do yoga, I'm tryna see examples
Yo ass is like a handle, see us on the front page, that'll be a scandal
Take off this red shirt, then my flannel
I need some head first, then I'm a fuck you in them sandals
Hit the coochie like a dime sack, ain't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?
Close your eyes, go and try that
You only live once and I know I got you soaking wet
Is the liquor store open yet
I need some Moet to pour it on yo ass like a paint
Back shots leave the pussy shaking, this my open invitation
In the morning
Make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch
Underground Royal
Flow over they heads air duct
Upper crust, toast bread
Talk of the town, thinking you know everything 'bout
A nigga 'cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shop
Gossip before your man came get ya
Youtube clips can't show it all
Come and get down if you really wan' get up, baby doll
Ain't nobody 'round to judge, go on
Get if off your chest, vent, come up out that dress, bitch
She ain't take offense
Proceeded to take hits of the pregame twist, smoke out, smash
Grub a little bit, pass out, post-game events
Too high to find the remote, fell asleep to a infomercial
Woke up in her mouth, reruns of Full House, followed by some Urkel
Og my strain, rarely do I blaze purple
Some of them growers be in a rush, fucking the game up
You gon' learn about all that stuff long as you hang around us
Go on roll up
The song Grooveline Part 1 by ScHoolboy Q feat. Dom Kennedy & Curren$y is a tale of a smooth-talking man wooing a woman. The first verse details the man telling the woman that she has never met anyone quite like him and that he can show her a good time. He tries to impress her by showing her that he is a "groovy nigga" who is too cool to be bothered by anything. He tells her that he is different from other guys and can listen to her, pay attention to her needs and wants, and treat her like his own.
The second verse is from the perspective of Dom Kennedy, who raps about a woman he is interested in. He tells her that he is attracted to her and mentions that he knows how to balance his attention between two women. He is a smooth talker like the first verse's protagonist, but he also takes things further by suggesting sexual exploits. However, he ends the verse on a more playful note, talking about toast and fresh orange juice in the morning.
The song is all about the art of seduction and the feeling of being unstoppable in love. It also talks about the ability to impress and take care of a woman, making her feel like a queen. The song's upbeat melody and lyrics make it ideal to be played at a party or any social gathering.
Line by Line Meaning
(Strolling in the park)
Walking casually in the park
'Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
Because you haven't come across someone like me before
You need a gangsta baby ay
You need a tough guy like me, baby
Just tryna give it to ya
Just trying to give you what you need
(Walking in the dark)
Walking around in the dark
A groovy nigga that's way too G
A cool guy who's too gangster
(Tryna tell you baby!)
Just trying to let you know
He might say 'cause but he ain't fucking with 'cause
He may claim he's comparable, but he's not like me
Yea I'm Q
Yes, I am Q (Schoolboy Q)
But you can call me Quincy if you want or whatever baby, it's all love
You can call me Quincy if you like, it's all good
Fuck all that rapping, let me talk to you
Forget the music, let me talk to you
Book you a ticket so we can kick it
I'll buy you a ticket so we can hang out
Make an escape somewhere we'll be safe
Let's go somewhere where we won't have to worry
Close your purse, I got my Visa on me
Don't worry about money, I have my Visa card with me
Pick out whatever, it ain't shit but money
Choose whatever you like, it's not a big deal, just money
Turn you to my honey
Make you mine
Take off my (saboteur?), Wipe your nose for ya
Help you clean up, wipe your nose for you
Climb a mountain in the snow for ya
I'll do anything for you
You see these dummies always cut you lose, but so much that a G can do
Other guys may not treat you well, but I can only do so much as a gangster
Hit the weed, have a drink or two
Let's smoke some weed and have a couple of drinks
I pay attention, I can listen too, you say he fucking who?
I can pay attention and listen closely, who did you say he was with?
Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair
You just got out of the shower, let me smell your hair
Garnier Fructis got my knees weak, let's cuddle in these sheets
Your hair smells amazing, let's lay in bed together
Let me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?
Let me hug you, it feels good, doesn't it?
From a lost child to a woman
You've grown up a lot
Eye contact and soft kisses
Looking into each other's eyes and sharing gentle kisses
Strong grip, she want a gangsta, on Crip
She likes a guy with a strong grip, a gangster
(Strolling in the party)
Walking around at a party
'Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
Because you haven't come across someone like me before
Just tryna give it to ya
Just trying to give you what you need
(Walking in the dark)
Walking around in the dark
A groovy nigga that's way too G
A cool guy who's too gangster
(Tryna tell you baby!)
Just trying to let you know
A 5'3" stallion
A confident and attractive short woman
Daddy was from Harlem, Her momma was Italian
Her father was from Harlem and her mother was Italian
I don't see the challenge of having two girls
I don't see anything difficult about being with two women
You just gotta keep the balance
You just need to maintain balance
I told her light that candle, I heard you do yoga, I'm tryna see examples
I asked her to light a candle, I heard you do yoga, I want to see some of your moves
Yo ass is like a handle, see us on the front page, that'll be a scandal
Your buttocks are like a handle, if people see us together, it'll be controversial
Take off this red shirt, then my flannel
Take off my red shirt, then my flannel
I need some head first, then I'm a fuck you in them sandals
I want oral sex first, then I'll have sex with you while you're wearing sandals
Hit the coochie like a dime sack, ain't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?
I'll please her sexually, aren't those Gucci sandals, didn't I buy them?
Close your eyes, go and try that
Close your eyes and go ahead, try it
You only live once and I know I got you soaking wet
You only live once and I know I'm turning you on
Is the liquor store open yet
Is the liquor store still open?
I need some Moet to pour it on yo ass like a paint
I need some Moet champagne to pour it on your butt like paint
Back shots leave the pussy shaking, this my open invitation
Having sex from behind makes her vagina shake, this is my invitation for sex
In the morning
In the morning
Make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch
Make me breakfast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch
Underground Royal
A king in the underground rap scene
Flow over they heads air duct
My words go over their heads like an air duct
Upper crust, toast bread
Upper-class, toasted bread
Talk of the town, thinking you know everything 'bout
The subject of conversation, people think they know everything about you
A nigga 'cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shop
People call me a pervert for listening to women gossip in the beauty salon
Gossip before your man came get ya
People talked about you before your man picked you up
Youtube clips can't show it all
You can't see everything on Youtube
Come and get down if you really wan' get up, baby doll
Come join us if you really want to have fun, baby doll
Ain't nobody 'round to judge, go on
There's nobody here to judge, go ahead
Get if off your chest, vent, come up out that dress, bitch
Say what you need to say, let it out, take off your dress, bitch
She ain't take offense
She didn't take offense
Proceeded to take hits of the pregame twist, smoke out, smash
Started smoking weed and having sex
Grub a little bit, pass out, post-game events
Ate a little, passed out, post-sex events
Too high to find the remote, fell asleep to a infomercial
Too high to find the remote, fell asleep while watching an infomercial
Woke up in her mouth, reruns of Full House, followed by some Urkel
Woke up to her giving me oral sex, watched reruns of Full House, followed by Family Matters with Steve Urkel
Og my strain, rarely do I blaze purple
My strain is original gangster, I rarely smoke purple weed
Some of them growers be in a rush, fucking the game up
Some of the growers are in a hurry and messing up the marijuana industry
You gon' learn about all that stuff long as you hang around us
You'll learn about all of that if you stay around us
Go on roll up
Go ahead and roll a joint
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Quincy Mathew Hanley, Shante Scott Franklin, Dominic Ross Hunn
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