Pig feet (Original) lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Pimp C]
And let a first class n*gga break you off chick

[Verse: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, I was fresh up off some pus*y, extra large, b*tch
Got a call about some money, gotta ball, b*tch
Grab a Rolex off the counter, glow the dark, b*tch
I'm the n*gga in my section, I'm a God, b*tch
5:12 in the morning, same time I hit the dope
Got my pistol in my pocket, gotta c*ck it 'fore I go
b*tch I'm named after a pimp, I need a statue on Figueroa
Had to jump out my Ferarri, move it fast, that b*tch dope
Now it's nine o'clock, I had get my other hoe
Had to switch another whip, had to grab another clip (Ah)
Now my navi' got me in these hoods, I wasn't 'posed to hit
I ain't stopping at no store because my tattoo say it's Crip
Now it's twelvе o'clock, I got pulled over by the fеds
Slip my burner to my b*tch, oh b*tch, we 'bout to both be dead
Put this gun between your ass, put this dope behind your dreads
I ain't talkin' 'bout my partners, I ain't talkin' 'bout my kid
Three in the mornin', now I'm back in the streets
Hit my new b*tch, but that pus*y was weak (Garbage)
Headed to the mansion, had to call me a freak
Panties at the doe, she let me f*ck 'cause I'm me, oh yeah
[Part II]

[Intro]
Get out, get out
I'll explain to you second, get out
Get out of the car!
He's refusing to get out of the car
Put your ******* hands up!
Put your ******* hands up!
I need units [?]
Don't ******* move! Don't ******* move!
Stay where you're at (Okay) Stay where you're at
I need more units (Can I get out? He's driving, can I get out?)
Get out, get out
What are you people?
Uh
He said he's got a gun

[Segue: Childish Major]
Yeah, ay, ay
Yeah
We're all on the same team, f*ck it
Ay, ay, ay, ay

[Refrain: Childish Major]
Left, uh, left, uh, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left
Ain't no right, ay
Left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left (Suu)
It's on sight, uh
[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Yeah, quiet down, ay, ay
Not a sound, ay, ay
Pick it down, ay, ay
Pickin' up, ay, ay, off a high, ay, ay
Off the highway, ay, ay
Piggy driveway, ay
Since grabbed my thirteen had to have a job, ay
Since I was thirteen couldn't get a job, ay
Big piggy, pig feet, oinkin' in your driveway
Big blue, piggy drew bankin' in your driveway

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Face down, case down
Where they at? Ride now
Red strings, blue strings, what we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do?

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Throw my hat back, b*tch
You's a punk-rock b*tch
Give me FaceTime, b*tch
We the clack-clack clique
In some drop-top sh*t
We gon' bounce out quick
We gon' slide like this
How do Babe Ruth miss? b*tch, I—
Uh, yeah, ay, b*tch, I caught a pig, ay
f*ck 'em cop lights, ay
f*ck that yellow tape, ay
Spin your block, uh-oh
Quiet down, b*tch, it's Groovy, set it down
Got a drummer, hundred round
We gon', uh, hit a sound, uh
Who them n*ggas is, loc?
Bring them b*tches in, hoe
b*tch, I'm really M, hoe
Watch your bottom, benzo
Smash a bih' in her Enzo
You the people's elbow
Crème de la crème, hoe (Uh)
Yeah, punk-rock b*tch
Ain't no slide-slide, b*tch
You's a homicide b*tch
I'm on Crip time, b*tch
Now it's your time, b*tch
Shootin' through that ****, b*tch
You need more than thumb *****, b*tch
[Refrain: Childish Major]
Left, uh, left, uh, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left
Ain't no right, ay
Left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left, ay, left
It's on sight, ay

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Face down, case down
Where they at? Ride now
Red strigns, blue strings, what we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do? Cop down
What we do?