conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called THat Part (Black Hippy Remix) with the following description: “THat Part” is a braggadocious song influenced by Californian culture. The phrase “That part” is used as an affirmation of a boast.
  Black Hippy’s remix of ScHoolboy Q and Kanye West’s “THat Part” dropped as a surprise gift to the fans on July 7, 2016, minutes before the release of Blank Face LP.
  Earlier on July 7, ScHoolboy Q was seen on his Snapchat hinting at the remix dropping. Top Dawg also teased the possibility of something big coming in the days leading up to the release of “THat Part (Black Hippy Remix).”
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
  Me no conversate with the fake—that part
  All my bitches independent bitches—that part
  I just want the paper—that part
  All my bitches flavored
  That part, that part, that part, that part, ayy
  [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
  It's impossible to love it, if you don't come from it
  It's things that goes on, you just can't stomach
  I seen it all happen, but I ain't sayin' nada
  Peep, 24/7 in the hood it's hot
  If you wanna fall through, get Top on the phone
  He don't pick up then it ain't bool
  Let you know it ain't good to stop
  That part, that part (
  That part
  )
  I'm a Watts nigga and we not kosher
  Shit, niggas only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder
  This is where they come, where they cop them boulders
  Hoes catfight with their tits exposed
  Still sippin' on that Wild Irish Rose
  Still rock swap-meet designer clothes, ah!
  Black MAC 11 in my mattress (Woo!)
  Make a hundred racks do a backflip (Woo!)
  Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes (Ho!)
  Pussy pop for a bankroll
   
  (
  Yeah
  )
  All my killers with me got a blank face
   
  (
  Yeah
  )
  On that "Fuck you, bitch, where the pay pay?"
  Make 'em pull up on your block with them 223s
  Aim it at your face, hey
  Movin' with the rock and the Glock concealers
  You either sellin' rock or you flock to get it
  You either on the watch or the clock is tickin'
  The life of my Watts and my Bompton niggas
  Get pinched, I'ma post a bond
  Know P.O.P. gon' hold it down, look
  Need cash, gotta get you some
  If a hater tell you money ain't everything
  He don't want you to get none
  So we thuggin' like DMX
  , b
  leed shit, PMS
  Point blank, period, meet me on the ES
  I'm fully with the BS, believe that! [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  And we don't stress
  A .38 'til it free your chest
  Then PP on the PO's desk
  I'm JAY-Z in a blowout press
  Relate me to your blowout's best
  Can't hate me, I'm remote you're deaf
  I'm HD, causin' photo theft
  My AC antifreeze gotta—that part
  Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
  Protect me from the local threats
  My ID say my eye don't rest
  My IV qualify T-Rex
  Society kept my IQ vexed
  Denyin' me from an Ivy school
  Applyin' me to the street I slept
  I quietly had to hold this tool
  Reminding me of the block I repped
  The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed
  The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
  That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed
  Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
  The search of laws and verse of the birth I nest
  The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
  The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh [Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
  Me no conversate with the fake—(
  Hahaha
  )—that part
  All my bitches independent bitches—that part
  I just want the paper—that part
  All my bitches flavored
  That part, that part, that part, that part, ayy
  [Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
  Zest god, zest god, zest god, zest god
  Yamborghini high, cream soda with the Wockhardt
  Soulo Ho3 the prophet, yeah, Soulo hold the profit
  That's the fortune teller makin' withdrawals and deposits
  Ironic, they wanna know where I've been in
  Where the fuck I've been hidin' in
  When the fuck am I droppin' that
  New work that take 'em to church and
  Turn the universe upside down again
  Since you're so smart
  I can't get in my groove 'til we get the Q first
  Do what thou will not
  Yo, my pool of thought large enough to part the Red Sea
  Father forgive 'em for they know not know who they see
  I got all eyes on me, call me 3Pac
  Soulo
  [Interlude: ScHoolboy Q]
  Hang on, nigga, let me get some
  Hang on, nigga
  Hang on
  [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
  Made a mil' and I spent it in the same day (Day)
  Got a chopper, not the AK (Ayy)
  Gettin' money on a vacay (Hey)
  Go go gadget's in the driveway (Driveway)
  Groovy Tony in July 8th
  Yeah, I'm killin' kitties on a Sunday (Ayy)
  How you ballin' in a Hyundai?
  My Ferrari got a toupee
  Swerve in the big body
  Your favorite artist, I'm his big homie
  Yeah I'm walkin' with a fifth
  And I ain't votin',
   
  I'm a Crip, homie (Yeah)
  I'm where them Bloods, where them Locs at (Locs at)
  Where the blood, where the choke round
  Gloves for the combat (Combat)
  How the feds in your contacts?
  How the feds know my set name?
  Fled in the Mulsanne (Ayy)
  Hydrate up the rap game
  Heard Soulo comin' up next
  And SZA got a classic, nigga
  Heard Zay just got it mastered, uh
  The fire burnin' through the plastic
  So fingers to the badges (badges)
  They don't love you 'til the racks evolve
  When I was broke they wouldn't accept the call
  Now they on me for my decimals
  Blank Face has gotta X 'em off
  Enemies gotta bob and weave
  Gangbangin' like we stand for somethin'
  When Alton Sterling gettin' killed for nothin'
  Two cowards in the car, they're just there to film
  Sayin' #BlackLivesMatter, should've died with him
  Wrong nigga in your hood, you gon' ride on him
  White nigga with a badge, you gon' let that slide?
  Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night
  I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life
  I'll die for my daughter, gotta fight this fight
  Put a Blank Face on, nigga, let that drop
  That—that part