[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]

Cool as a breeze, hot as the summer

Ridin' in a Hummer, soundin' like thunder

Lookin' for a missus, wrap her up in kisses

Keep her hella happy by fulfillin' all her wishes

Look inside my heart and you can see that I have tried

Look into my eyes and you can see that I have lied

Don't act surprised, try to compromise

I just wanted some of the pleasure between your thighs

High and I'm blazin', life's so amazin'

Hoes like I'm lacin', broads I'm replacin'

Murder competition, I'm talkin' all editions

I'm just doin' mixtapes to keep my repetition

It's Q, Quincy Hanley to be exact

It's not another rapper that's better and this is fact

The main attraction, action

These rappers say they not actin', I beg to differ

I smoked a piffer, I drink the liquor

Mixed with the Henney, mixed with the Remy

Mixed with the vodka, body intoxi-cated

Faded, niggas they hate it

Because I'm shittin' on 'em, these rappers constipated

So don't betray it, I keep it doin' how I'm doin'

Still pursuin' every dream for my team

I just seen him servin' fiends with this hip-hop crack rock

Studio's the crack spot

Jumpin' out the track pot, lyrics make the water get hot

I keep it movin', I keep it groovin'

I keep 'em open, they body soakin', my body pokin'

I stay emotion, but not the picture

Very soon they'll bring hip-hop back up-to-date and can't wait

[Verse 2: Tyga]

I optimize out of ten

Your past tense shit, I was already in

Now our shit's tense, no need for a rim

Fence, air out, airhead, bitch, get in and out

Four blocks past Rosecrans the gas station

Cruisin', I ain't doin', I'm just makin' routes

Rowdy, bumpin' like South States

Southern in your blouse, ow

As I pull that out, got a loft with a red couch

Come see what it's about, I announce I am President 25

No age, December days, up and away I go

Take more money, overdose

If you don't, then you they will take plenty from

Dumb to niggas and debate off a drum

'Yum' to bitches that be givin' up the puss to me

Tyga, man, flyer than the next

Hey, I bring figures out, you ain't got to guess

S on my chest, don't relate Superman

YSL, price high as hell, God damn, damn

Just lampin', future fashion, on a hammock

Don't mean to sound famous, did I offend you?

I can't stand it, appear like magician

Televise and then I vanish, vanish

I might change to a different channel

I'm everywhere like pics on the mantle

Pissed cause I ain't gon' stop if it's cancelled

Call me Thailand, poom, flow so national, nigga

[Verse 3: Mistah F.A.B.]

I am in the zone, yes

Two-three, box one, any others on can't defend me

I'm, uh, on the end

Slowin', goin', hit from the corner like Bowen

Bruce, ooh, plus I'm off juice, yes, mess, no

Get loose, yes, contest, West what I do

Where I am, how, how 'bout you?

I'm a schoolboy just like Q

Who? Q, no, not Quincy from Juice

But it's me, back to this thing, man, I gots Bruce

Yes, Springsteen, yes, I always do my thing

Cold like the winter, hot like spring

Well, not hot like mild, mixin' in hot and wild, wow

Style, how I get through when I move to the crowd?

Everyday's a show, so I just take bows

Thank you, hands of applause, wall

When I'm on stage, hands on my balls

Holdin' them, my scrot' and them

Huh, I'm scoldin' them

Showin' them how I continue to rollin' them

Flowin' them, you don't understand

You're not knowin' him, don't try to point out me

Cause there will be no point

Out please when you point

That's three comin' back at you

Or should I say me cause I'm the one pointin'