Quincey Matthew Hanley (born October 26, 1986), better known by his stage n… Read Full Bio ↴Quincey Matthew Hanley (born October 26, 1986), better known by his stage name ScHoolboy Q is an American recording hip hop artist from Los Angeles, California.
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.
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.
The Purge
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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My daddy said, draw nigga
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh
Yeah, nigga
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment
Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin
Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened
Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin
Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah, I ain't no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin'
Fuck your bitch, in front of your chil'ren
See your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let of a pair (Yak yak!)
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
House full of kilo's, sold pound to zero's
Cocaine my hero, you ain't you ain't Figg Side gettin' Deebo'd
Always asking for the burner like, young niggas still free load
Heart big as my ego, don't fly 'round my signal
I'll rearrange your dino, crippy my house shoes
Blue rag disciples, murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel
Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the stripe once
Won't get the stripe twice, you niggas half price
Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf
I'm smoking bath salt through sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the fa' do's
But who was spanked to you unranked, you can fuck around and get that chin bank'd
Grew lining, Crip walk the whole mile
Do belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortez's, Hush Puppies
My glock ya fuck buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, haumie, yeah
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Yeah, it's Kurupt young motherfuckin' Gotti
Still rollin' in the six dont fuck with the Bugatti
Come up in this motherfucker looking for a bitch
Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips
The intrical, South Central Sentinel
Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch (Haha)
Get roped and choked and rope-a-dope'd
Extra overdose of the okie doke
Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about, they walked 'em in
I walked 'em out, they talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
And I cock back that ox and pow, pow, pow, pow
Walk inside, pussy popping, top is popping off
Papadopulos neighborhood, roll with 60 bars
Ghettotropolis, squeezing pussy like octopuses
Show me where the money at, show me where the kush is
Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you
Me, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we tote 'em
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin
The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend
Real crippy since I hopped off the swing
With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)
Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment
Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin
Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened
Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin
Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome
Now nah, I ain't no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping
Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring
Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin'
Fuck your bitch, in front of your chil'ren
See your whip side of my building, yeah
Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair
I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there
You die here, let of a pair (Yak yak!)
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
House full of kilo's, sold pound to zero's
Cocaine my hero, you ain't you ain't Figg Side gettin' Deebo'd
Always asking for the burner like, young niggas still free load
Heart big as my ego, don't fly 'round my signal
I'll rearrange your dino, crippy my house shoes
Blue rag disciples, murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel
Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the stripe once
Won't get the stripe twice, you niggas half price
Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf
I'm smoking bath salt through sherm sticks, burn this, ooh
Knock knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the fa' do's
But who was spanked to you unranked, you can fuck around and get that chin bank'd
Grew lining, Crip walk the whole mile
Do belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortez's, Hush Puppies
My glock ya fuck buddy, make money, take money
Earn crack money, drug money, bail money
Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, haumie, yeah
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
Bust my gun all by myself
Rock cocaine all by myself
Poured propane all on myself
Go so hard might harm myself
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
Yeah, it's Kurupt young motherfuckin' Gotti
Still rollin' in the six dont fuck with the Bugatti
Come up in this motherfucker looking for a bitch
Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips
The intrical, South Central Sentinel
Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch (Haha)
Get roped and choked and rope-a-dope'd
Extra overdose of the okie doke
Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about, they walked 'em in
I walked 'em out, they talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out
And I cock back that ox and pow, pow, pow, pow
Walk inside, pussy popping, top is popping off
Papadopulos neighborhood, roll with 60 bars
Ghettotropolis, squeezing pussy like octopuses
Show me where the money at, show me where the kush is
Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes
This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you
Me, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we tote 'em
(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours
Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door
Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor
Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga
Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh
Yeah nigga
In "The Purge" by ScHoolboy Q, the rapper paints a picture of gang warfare in South Central Los Angeles. The song starts with the line, "My daddy said, draw nigga" which refers to the old west practice of a quick-draw pistol duel. The lyrics suggest that ScHoolboy Q is ready to do whatever it takes to protect what's his, including engaging in violent gun battles with rival gang members. The chorus iterates that the war is not for fun, as the knocking of choppers and sirens make it seem like a battlefield.
The verses are filled with references to ScHoolboy Q's gang life, as he boasts about being a real "crippy." He discusses using his gun as a peace offering, and even brags about having sex with a rival's girlfriend. ScHoolboy Q contrasts his unique wardrobe choices with more stereotypical streetwear, and his delivery is menacing throughout. He also calls out fake gangsters who he believes are just pretending to live the life that he actually does.
Overall, "The Purge" is a vivid and visceral depiction of how gang culture has shaped life in South Central LA. The lyrics are not glorifying violence, but rather painting a picture of the harsh reality that people like ScHoolboy Q face every day.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Quincy Matthew Hanley, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Paul D. Salva Jr., PAUL SALVA, RICARDO BROWN, QUINCEY HANLEY, TYLER OKONMA
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@SJ-su1ki
Tyler's hook went hard AF and this beat is so simple yet insane.
@ognsk5474
that's what it's about better have few cold sounds than many medium ones
@raven5theday141
I don't know why people don't like this beat, the siren makes this song
@ambermartinez9401
Exactly.
@raven5theday141
mlg kid goku
I think you know what I mean
@OhhMend
Exactly
@MegaMariner123
Raven5 The day tylers production is amazing
@analovelacegamer584
Raven5 The day I agree the beat is MEAN AF
@conquestmedia2490
Some of the best rapping Q did in his career
@DTS214
I agree but also disagree to a point. He’s had some good ones in other songs but this song and the beat = a killer time 🤣