Hanley is signed to Top Dawg Entertainment and is a member of Black Hippy along with Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar and Ab-Soul.
In 2008, ScHoolboy Q released his first mixtape titled, ScHoolboy Turned Hustla and followed up in 2009 with Gangsta & Soul. In 2011, he finally released his first album titled, Setbacks. Later ScHoolboy Q released his sophomore album titled, Oxymoron in early 2014, followed by Blank Face LP in 2016. Oxymoron was also nominated for Rap Album of The Year.
What They Want
ScHoolboy Q Lyrics
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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 mill and still thuggin'
Niggas banged on me, but they should of shot me
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 coke
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 her Biggie back
Rock cremation then called it crack
I'ma keep on eating till 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' want
This the shit that they want
This the shit that they want
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' want
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
She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe
I put everything gold for yellow rice, graduated from hella ice
If I stand on my bank roll (Stand on your bank roll)
Nigga, I'd be scared of heights
And I'd be dodging the police
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 but my vintage, pull it out and she kiss it
All gold on my wrists's, God can judge no convincing
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
I may say "que pasa" with the pesos
Promethazine, codeine, caseloads (Tru!)
And when I pull up to the valet
You know I got the strippers on payroll, uh!
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' want
This the shit that they want
This the shit that they want
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' want
This the shit that they want
This the shit that they want
100K in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk
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 damn hard
This that car that won't park, pedal to the 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 crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's
She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed
All them hoes want the 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' want
This the shit that they want
This the shit that they want
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' want
This the shit that they want
This the shit that they want
The song "What They Want" by ScHoolboy Q talks about his rough and tough lifestyle as a gangster, rap industry success, and what others generally want and need. The song is mostly about Q's lavish lifestyle, where he talks about his wealth, fame, and love life. He mentions his gangster past, where he had a court case, but he skipped bail rather than going to jail. Q also talks about his love life in the song, where he brags about his sexual prowess and how he can make any woman want him. The lines "Put my semen all down her throat, 'Til Tito kilos come off that boat" may refer to the potency of his sperm or the amount of drugs he can sell. Q is basically saying that whatever he has, people want it.
The lyrics of the song are quite vulgar and explicit, which is common in rap music. ScHoolboy Q uses symbolism and metaphors throughout the song to explain how he's living his life. Lines like, "This nine holds a good dozen," means that he always carries his gun for protection, while the line "I'm apocalypse to your politics" could represent his macho sensitivity over the rap industry or the state of the world.
Overall, the song portrays ScHoolboy Q as a gangster who has risen to fame and fortune in the rap industry. He brags about his money, drugs, and women, while also hinting at his gangster past.
Line by Line Meaning
This the shit that they need, tell me where are you from
This is the type of content that people crave, let me know where you come from
Drop your pants to your knees, girl I'm capital G
Get ready for intimacy, girl, I'm a big deal
Might pull up in my bucket
I might arrive in my old car
This nine holds a good dozen
This pistol has a magazine with a good amount of bullets
Might slide up in your cousin
I might engage in sexual activity with your cousin
Just made a mill and still thuggin'
I just made a million dollars and I'm still living the gangster lifestyle
Niggas banged on me, but they should of shot me
Some people attacked me, but they should have tried to kill me
See, I hit the corner then spot him, got him
I turned the corner and spotted my target, got him
Court date, but I skipped the bail
I have a scheduled court appearance, but I decided not to post bail and remain at large
Rather wig myself before I sit in jail
I would rather commit suicide before I spend time in prison
Need a gang of weed and a pint of lean
I require a large amount of marijuana and a bottle of codeine syrup
Got a hat say Figg on my gangsta tip
I have a hat that says Figg to represent my gangster persona
Don't trust no ho, I might sock the bitch
I don't trust any promiscuous woman, I might punch her
I'm apocalypse to your politics
I am the destruction to your political agenda
Might cop the Phantom, get ghost
I might buy a Rolls-Royce Phantom and disappear
I can pay your bills with this coke
I have enough money from selling cocaine to cover your expenses
Need an extra band for this smoke
I require an additional thousand dollars for this marijuana
I can see for miles with this scope nigga
I have a rifle with a scope that allows me to see long distances
Got an oxy-scribed to this dope dealer
I have a prescription for Oxycodone from a drug dealer
Misses Piggy want her Biggie back
This woman wants her lover, who reminds her of the late rapper Biggie Smalls
Rock cremation then called it crack
I smoke crack cocaine as if it were a recreational activity
I'ma keep on eating till my ankles fat
I will continue indulging in excess until I become overweight
Sell that fix, throw it cross the map
I sell drugs and distribute them across a wide area
Push my penis in between her lap
I engage in sexual intercourse with a woman
Put my semen all down her throat
I ejaculate into a woman's mouth
'Til Tito kilos come off that boat
I will continue engaging in illegal activities until a shipment of drugs arrives
Yeah, this that four niggas in a Regal flow
This is the type of rap flow that represents four black men in a Buick Regal car
Speeding through the yellow lights
Driving fast and disregarding caution at traffic lights
She want Versace belt like it's a mistletoe
She desires a Versace belt as if it were a symbol of affection during the holiday season
I put everything gold for yellow rice, graduated from hella ice
I used all my money to buy expensive jewelry, and now I'm more focused on success
If I stand on my bank roll (Stand on your bank roll)
If I rely solely on my wealth and financial status
Nigga, I'd be scared of heights
I would become afraid of success and the responsibilities that come with it
And I'd be dodging the police
I would be evading law enforcement officers
When I was poor with no lights, when I was poor with potential
During my impoverished days when I had great potential
Watch my flow in four inches, oh lord she in Christians
Observe how my rap style is impressive, oh my, she is wearing Christian Louboutin heels
All gold but my vintage, pull it out and she kiss it
All my jewelry is gold, but my watch is a vintage piece, she admires it and kisses it
All gold on my wrists's, God can judge no convincing
My wrists are adorned with gold jewelry, even God can't deny its appeal
Just because I got dreads don't get it twisted
Don't misunderstand me just because I have dreadlocks
Moving my whip down the boulevard
Driving my car along the street
Word round town I was selling hard
Rumors are spreading that I was selling drugs
Hard and I'm talking bout the yayo
I'm referring to selling and using cocaine
Hit her on the floor and then I lay low
I had sexual intercourse with her and then I disappeared
I may say "que pasa" with the pesos
I might greet people with "que pasa" (what's up) using Spanish slang terms
Promethazine, codeine, caseloads (Tru!)
I have a large supply of prescription cough syrup containing codeine
And when I pull up to the valet
When I arrive and hand over my car keys to the valet
You know I got the strippers on payroll, uh!
It's a known fact that I pay strippers as part of my regular expenses
100K in my trunk, keep that bitch with that dunk
I have $100,000 in my car trunk, and I keep a firearm with me
She gon' pop in them heels, she must heard of my deal
She will demonstrate her dancing skills in high heels because she knows about my success
She gon' roll on them pills, just don't grab on my hat
She will consume ecstasy pills, but she must avoid touching my hat
This that shit that's Iraq, this that make you climax
This is the type of music that represents chaos, it will make you reach sexual climax
This that shit you just bought, this that Q go damn hard
This is the type of music that you recently acquired, it demonstrates my impressive rap skills
This that car that won't park, pedal to the floor, it won't stop
This is the type of vehicle that won't fit in a parking spot, and when I accelerate, it won't stop
And just when you thought it won't drop, Oxymoron in stores
Just when you thought my album wouldn't be released, it is now available in stores
Come in kids, lock the door, knock-knock-knock, hit the floor
Children, come inside and lock the door for safety, someone is knocking on it, get down on the floor
Need my bread off the top, could buy anything off the lot
I need my income immediately, I can afford to purchase anything from car lots
This that steel, not the grill, get them slugs off for real
This refers to a firearm, not dental braces, remove the bullets for real
This that crow with the jail, we go in, smoke the L's
This is the type of marijuana strain called "crow" that we smoke inside the jail
She love my mic, rock the bell, leave that punani killed
She enjoys my microphone (referring to sexual activity), she has pleasurable orgasms
All them hoes want the Q, spit that truth, make the loot
All those promiscuous women desire me, as I rap about reality and make money
Expensive whips we hotbox, spent 2 bills on my socks
We smoke marijuana inside luxurious cars, I spent $200 on my socks
This that make you cockblock, this that make me pop shot
This is the type of situation that makes you prevent others from having sexual intercourse, this makes me shoot a gun
This that filthy convo, this that must be Figueroa
This is the type of dirty conversation, this must be happening in the Figueroa neighborhood
If you see my watch I might hit it
If you notice my expensive watch, I might engage in sexual activity with you
If you see my check I might hit it
If you see the amount of money I earned, I might engage in sexual activity with you
If you see my house I might hit it
If you see my luxurious house, I might engage in sexual activity with you
This the shit that they want
This is the type of music and lifestyle that people desire
This the shit that they need
This is the type of content that people need and crave
This the shit that's from me
This is the type of music that I provide
This the shit they gon' want
This is the type of content that people will want and desire
This the shit that they want
This is the type of music and lifestyle that people want
Tell 'em, tell 'em
Inform them, tell them convincingly
If you see my watch I might hit it
If you notice my expensive watch, I might engage in sexual activity with you
If you see my check I might hit it
If you see the amount of money I earned, I might engage in sexual activity with you
If you see my house I might hit it
If you see my luxurious house, I might engage in sexual activity with you
This the shit that they want
This is the type of music and lifestyle that people desire
This the shit that they need
This is the type of content that people need and crave
This the shit that's from me
This is the type of music that I provide
This the shit they gon' want
This is the type of content that people will want and desire
This the shit that they want
This is the type of music and lifestyle that people want
This the shit that they want
This is the type of music and lifestyle that people want
Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Michael Williams, Marquel Middlebrooks, Tauheed Epps, Quincy Matthew Hanley
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@swampwrld
the flow on q's last verse is crazy
@HeyLoIo
ab-souls flow
@Fuck_the_Locals
I've heard everything by Ab-soul and that verse is nothing like his flow
@soulfoam
His flow is nuts, unbelievable. Also @HeyLolo wtf you talking about lmao? Sounds nothing like Ab-Soul.
@makemoneynotfriends6163
I thought I was the only who notice that Hott of an ending π₯π₯π₯
@queness415allen9
UNDERRATTED
@BChristofis
This song is still a banger today, how it didnβt blow tf up is beyond me. 2 chainz killed it, one of his best verses
@JordanM1630
βWhen I was pulled with no liceβI felt that.
@liquidsunshine697
it didnt blow tf up? This album was on fire in 2014/2015 or maybe in just my little world.
@yungmentalproblems
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