Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What They Want, artist - ScHoolboy Q. Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What They Want |
| This the shit that they need |
| Tell me where are you from |
| Drop your pants to your knees |
| Girl, I’m capital G |
| Might pull up in my bucket |
| This nine holds a good dozen |
| Might slide up in your cousin |
| Just made a mil' and still thuggin' |
| Niggas banged on me but they should’ve shot me |
| See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him |
| Court date, but I skipped the bail |
| Rather wig myself before I sit in jail |
| Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean |
| Got a hat say Figg' on my gangsta tip |
| Don’t trust no ho, I might sock the bitch |
| I’m apocalypse to your politics |
| Might cop the Phantom, get ghost |
| I can pay your bills with this coat |
| Need an extra band for this smoke |
| I can see for miles with this scope, nigga |
| Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer |
| Misses Piggy, want a piggyback |
| Rock cremation, then called it crack |
| I’mma keep on eating 'til my ankles fat |
| Sell that fix, throw it cross the map |
| Push my penis in between her lap |
| Put my semen all down her throat |
| 'Til Tito kilos come off that boat |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they need |
| Tell me where are you from? |
| Drop your pants to your knees |
| Girl, I’m capital G |
| This the shit they gon' buy |
| This the shit why I’m fly |
| This the shit why I’m high |
| This the shit they gon' bump |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they want |
| Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em |
| If you see my watch I might hit it |
| If you see my check I might hit it |
| If you see my house I might hit it |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they need |
| This the shit that’s from me |
| This the shit they gon' bump |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they want |
| Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow |
| Speeding through the yellow lights |
| Treat my Versace belt like it’s a mistletoe |
| I put everything over yellow rice |
| Graduated from hella ice |
| If I stand on my bankroll (stand on your bankroll) |
| Nigga, I’d be scared of heights |
| And I’d be dodging the po-lice |
| When I was poor with no lights |
| When I was poor with potential |
| Watch my flow in four inches |
| Oh Lord, she in Christians |
| All gold for my Adventist |
| Pulled it down and she kissed it |
| All gold where my wrists is |
| God’ll judge, no conviction |
| Just because I got dreads don’t get it twisted |
| Moving my whip down the boulevard |
| Word 'round town, I was selling hard |
| Hard and I’m talking bout the yayo |
| Hit her on the floor and then I lay low |
| Amigos say «Que pasa with the pesos?» |
| Promethazine codeine, caseloads (T.R.U.) |
| And when I pull up to the valet |
| You know I got the strippers on payroll! |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they need |
| Tell me where are you from? |
| Drop your pants to your knees |
| Girl, I’m capital G |
| This the shit they gon' buy |
| This the shit why I’m fly |
| This the shit why I’m high |
| This the shit they gon' bump |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they want |
| Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em |
| If you see my watch I might hit it |
| If you see my check I might hit it |
| If you see my house I might hit it |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they need |
| This the shit that’s from me |
| This the shit they gon' bump |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they want |
| 100k in my trunk |
| Keep that bitch with that donk |
| She gon' pop in them heels |
| She must heard of my deal |
| She gon' roll on them pills |
| Just don’t grab on my hat |
| This that shit that’s Iraq |
| This that make you climax |
| This that shit you just bought |
| This that Q go hamhawk |
| This that car that won’t park |
| Pedal to floor, it won’t stop |
| And just when you thought it won’t drop |
| Oxymoron in stores |
| Come in, kids, lock the door |
| Knock-knock-knock, hit the floor |
| Need my bread off the top |
| Could buy anything off the lot |
| This that steel, not the grill |
| Get them slugs off for real |
| This that curl with the gel |
| We gon' win, smoke the L’s |
| She love my mic, rock the bell |
| Leave that punani killed |
| All them hoes run to Q |
| Spit that truth, make the loot |
| Expensive whips, we hotbox |
| Spent 2 bills on my socks |
| This that make you cockblock |
| This that make me pop shot |
| This that filthy convo |
| This that must be Figueroa |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they need |
| Tell me where are you from? |
| Drop your pants to your knees |
| Girl, I’m capital G |
| This the shit they gon' buy |
| This the shit why I’m fly |
| This the shit why I’m high |
| This the shit they gon' bump |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they want |
| Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em |
| If you see my watch I might hit it |
| If you see my check I might hit it |
| If you see my house I might hit it |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they need |
| This the shit that’s from me |
| This the shit they gon' bump |
| This the shit that they want |
| This the shit that they want |