Schoolboy Q – There He Go lyrics

Schoolboy Q – There He Go

[Verse 1:]
Ain’t got no jewelry on still I’m shinin’ hard
Ain’t got no bodyguard walkin’ solo through the mall
B!tches and the hoes know they see me they like:
“There he go!”
They be like:
“There he go!”
Schoolboy
“There he go!”
Cheifin’ like a muthaf-ckin’ Seminole
Here we go
Off probation probably go to Me-Hi-co (Mexico)
Furthermo’
Can’t find this in the sto’
This shit ain’t fo’ the low
Got my daughter swaggin’ like Her muthaf-ckin’ daddy tho’
The patio
With a muthaf-ckin’ view
Nappy chin hairs
B!tch I’m muthaf-ckin’ Q
Muthaf-cka’
Muthaf-cka’ yeah
F-ckin’ is my favorite word
Reason why I’m f-ckin’ her
She swallow my d!ck and balls
Whatever occur
Purr
I love that kitty cat
Ass fat
Throw it back
I can’t believe you wifin’ that
Deepthroat
Seven or eleven
She’s a double gulp
My pistol drawn
Her boyfriend got me paranoid
Nigga try sneakin’ up on me and I’m makin’ noise
But what I fail to understand
I’m the muthaf-ckin’ man
Ran into him he’s a fan
Goddamn…
[Hook:]
I’m shinin’ hard
They be like: “There he go!”
No bodyguard
They be like: “There he go!”
Up in your broad
They be like: “There he go!”
They be like: “There he go!”
Schoolboy
“There he go!”
Hiii Power b!tch
They be like: “There he go!”
Black hippy shit
They be like: “There he go!”
Magnificent
They be like: “There he go!”
They be like: “There he go!”
Schoolboy
“There he go!”
[Verse 2:]
Look up in the sky
It’s a bird
It’s a plane
No, it be this nigga here just lookin’ at you lames
With my niggas
Yo we bettin’ on the Laker game
Even tho’ my niggas lost another iTunes check to dame
Garcia famous
Yeah, that b!tch be burnin’ slow
Quip a fo’
Now the pistol back around like merry-go
Uh, fo’ sho’
Ain’t no need for niggas out here frontin’ do’
Metaphor
How I come with it?
I don’t f-ckin’ know
Y’all actin’ like that TDE don’t run L.A
Coslay been this tall since Pac, Death Row, and Dr. Dre
Word to Dr. Dre
Detox is like a mixin’ waste
Go ahead and let the grown-ups work
And go somewhere and play
Worldwide Holocaust
Cuh we murder shit
Without a gun or knife
It’s just a f-ckin’ hit
P-ssy drips
Pregnant in her service
I’m a f-ckin’ pimp
Saggin’ low
Crack a nigga b!tch just like pistachio
[Hook:]
I’m shinin’ hard
They be like: “There he go!”
No bodyguard
They be like: “There he go!”
Up in your broad
They be like: “There he go!”
They be like: “There he go!”
Schoolboy
“There he go!”
Hiii Power b!tch
They be like: “There he go!”
Black Hippy shit
They be like: “There he go!”
Magnificent
They be like: “There he go!”
They be like: “There he go!”
Schoolboy
“There he go!”
[Ad-libs:]
Yeah…
Q!