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.
Hoover Street
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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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
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like
To get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea
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 hoes 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
(It's on like night fall, summertime gotta ball)
How'd it feel to be a real nigga?
(It's on like 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 off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass 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)
Find a nigga realer than me, my socks stink
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 Margiela's
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 radio's 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 Frito's, chili and cheese
Thew some Baby Lucas in his eyes before I leave
The cops'll never get the leak, grandma taught me well
And my uncle gun was the accessories, 211 sipping plus a robbery
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome
I done jumped off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass 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 J's 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 light a hotter chick every month
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky 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 niggas' brother showed me my first K
I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like "Hey"
Yak, yak, yak, yak! We like "Damn, nigga"
Then again, yak, yak! We like "Damn, nigga"
Hearing him say 'cause turned us to a fan, nigga
Later on he got locked so know 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 off my ass
Hit the lick and barely pass 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)
The lyrics to Schoolboy Q's song "Hoover Street" depict the rapper's experiences and memories from his upbringing in the Hoover Street neighborhood of Los Angeles. The lyrics are filled with vivid imagery and anecdotes that paint a picture of a difficult and dangerous environment where violence and crime were a constant threat. The lyrics touch on themes of poverty, drug addiction, family dysfunction, and street violence.
Throughout the song, Schoolboy Q talks about his experiences with selling drugs ("I got that work, fuck Labor Day"), and his interactions with the police. He also references his "real niggas" and associates, whom he is loyal to and willing to defend by any means necessary. The lyrics in the song are a reminder of the struggles that many people face when growing up in underserved communities, and the difficulty of breaking the cycle of poverty and violence.
Overall, the lyrics to Schoolboy Q's "Hoover Street" are a powerful and poignant commentary on the realities of life in inner-city America, and the toll that poverty and violence can take on individuals and communities.
Line by Line Meaning
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
I have acquired drugs and a firearm and refuse to adhere to traditional work holidays.
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
I reject menial labor and child's play - I have no time for games.
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot, bang, last night it was a dream
I am confident in my marksmanship. I frequently dream about violence.
This morning a fantasy, back when the only fan I had was a fiend
My violent fantasies are sometimes preferable to the harsh reality of drug addiction.
Meet me by the Acura cause the cops like to get help from the store camera, they always in my cornea
I am aware of police surveillance and will take precautions to avoid being caught. I am always on the lookout for law enforcement.
But it's cool I've been catching on to they formula
I am becoming adept at outmaneuvering law enforcement tactics.
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 hoes hero
I am a true gangster who will kill to protect my territory. I relax with marijuana after a successful mission. Despite my reputation, I have never been romanticized by anyone.
He get zero, I said nada, bitch pass the cama, how'd it feel to be a real nigga?
I have no tolerance for those who do not live up to my standards of authentic gangsterism. I demand respect and recognition from my peers.
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
My loyalty to my gang is unwavering. Any threats against them will be met with violent retribution. I engage in drug dealing to maintain my lavish lifestyle.
I done jumped off my ass, hit the lick and barely pass 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
Despite setbacks, I am motivated to succeed in drug dealing. I grew up in poverty with unstable family relationships.
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)
Guns are ubiquitous in my community, and I am not afraid to use them to protect myself.
Grandma said she loved me, I told her I loved her more, she always got me things that we couldn't afford, the new J's 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
My grandmother was a loving presence in my life and provided for me despite financial difficulties. I enjoyed the luxuries she could afford, but was unaware of my family's criminal activities at the time.
'Cause he been tripping now, he sweats a lot and slimming down, I also notice moms be locking doors when he around
My uncle's drug addiction is taking a toll on his health and causing alarm for my mother's safety.
My uncle's nuts, he used to give me Whisky 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
My uncle's drug abuse has driven him to desperate measures, such as using urine to falsify drug tests. I have been punished for unwittingly aiding his addiction.
Rat-Tone my niggas' brother showed me my first K, I was amazed, me and Floyd was in the back, he called us over like 'Hey', yak, yak, yak, yak! We like 'Damn, nigga', then again, yak, yak! We like 'Damn, nigga', hearing him say 'cause turned us to a fan, nigga, later on he got locked so know 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
I was introduced to guns and gang culture by friends, and was initially fascinated by the power they represented. We idolized a criminal associate, but eventually took revenge against him for mistreating us. My grandmother, though a law-abiding citizen, was not entirely uninvolved in our illegal activities.
This little Piggy went to market, this little Piggy carry chrome
The members of my gang are armed and dangerous.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Mark Anthony Spears, Quincey Hanley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Campbell0121
This song is so underrated, schoolboy is a great storyteller this shit deep!
@TheLeafgoogle
+Resistance 47 Kendrick Lamar To Pimp a Butterfly?
@Campbell0121
+The Leaf yeah what about it?
@TheLeafgoogle
Resistance 47 He has some deep songs. Especially ''Alright''.
@Campbell0121
yeah i know about it bro its good
@TheLeafgoogle
Resistance 47 Ahhh sorry my bad.
@MichaelNetwork
Tells a REAL story without glorying violence in a positive way Dude tells it like it is
@thexgamingchannel9771
He literally telling it like it is. Just check how much property is listed for sale/rent on Hoover ST......they living thru dat
@gman8133
I never realized Q had a knack for storytelling- this shit is scary and dope
@streigtsavage2597
Just watch the John Muir video dat shiiiit knock 2