Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ Curren$y, Dom Kennedy Album: Habits & Contradictions Song: Grooveline Pt. 1 Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro] AH-AH-HEM~! Yeah A lil' somethin somethin for the somethin somethin Sheeeeit! Smoke somethin, yeah (Strolling in the park) Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me You need a gangster baby, ayy! Just tryin to give it to ya (Walkin lonely in the dark) A groovy nigga that's way too G (Tryin to tell you baby!) [Schoolboy Q] Ay - he might say cuz but he ain't fuckin with cuz Yea I'm Q; but you can call me Quincy if you want or whatever baby it's all love Fuck all that rappin, 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 loose 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 fuckin who? Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair Garnier Fructis got my knees weak Let's cuddle in these sheets (unhh~! Yeah) 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 gangster onnnn Crip [Chorus: Schoolboy Q] (Strolling in the park) Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me Just tryin to give it to ya (Walkin lonely in the dark) A groovy nigga that's way too G (Tryin to tell you baby!) [Dom Kennedy] (Ooooooo-hooooooo) A 5'3" stallion Daddy was from Harlem, so momma was Italian I don't see the challenge of havin two girls, you just gotta keep the balance I told her light that candle I heard you do yoga, I'm tryin to see examples Uhh, 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'ma fuck you in them sandals!! I, hit the coochie like a dime sack Ain't those Gucci - didn't I buy that? Yeah; close yo' eyes, go on try that You only live once and I know I got you soakin wet!! Thirsty; is the liquor store opened yet? I need some Moet to pour it on yo' ass like a paint Back shots leave the pussy shaking This my open invitation And in the morning make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch! [Chorus] (Real player shit, real player shit) [Curren$y] (Ooooooo-hooooooo) Underground royal Flow over they heads, air duct Upper crust, toast bread Talk of the town, thinkin you know everything 'bout a nigga cause them bitches talk loud in the beauty shop Gossip before your mans can get'cha 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 yo' chest, vent, come up out that dress bitch She ain't take offense; proceeded to take hits of the pre-game 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 O.G. my strain, rarely do I blaze purple Some of them growers be in a rush Fuckin the game up; you gon' learn about all that stuff long as you hang around us - go on roll up [Chorus]