Mistah F.A.B. - Can't Wait lyrics

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] Cool as a breeze, hot as the summer Ridin' in a Hummer, it's under like thunder Lookin' for a missus, wrap her up in kisses Keep her hella happy for 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-intoxer Can't unfade and n***as, they hate it Because I'm sh**tin' 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 sh**, I was already in Now our sh**'s tense, no need for a rim Fence, air out, airhead, b**h, 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 n***as and debate off a drum 'Yum' to b**hes 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, n***a [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'