Beastie Boys So Watcha` Want Lyrics

So Watcha` Want Lyrics

Just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris

You're eating Crazy Cheese like you'd think I'm from Paris

You know I get fly you, think I get high you know that I'm gone

And I'm a tell you all why, so tell me who are you dissing?



Maybe I'm missing the reason that you're smiling or wilding

So listen in my head I just want to take 'em down

Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down

Let it flow like a mud slide when I get on I like to ride

And glide I've got depth of perception in my text y'all



I get props at my mention 'cause I vex y'all

So whatcha want?

You're so funny with the money that you flaunt

Where'd you get your information from

You think that you can front when revelation comes



You can't front on that



Well they call me Mike D the ever loving man

I'm like Spoonie Gee, I'm the metro politician

You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala

But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping



Sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping

Goin' from mic to mic kickin' it wall to wall

Well I'll be calling out you people like a casting call

It's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride



With your know, with your flow when you're out getting by

Believe me what you see is what you get and you see me coming off

As you can bet I think I'm losing my mind this time

This time I'm losing my mind



You can't front on that



But little do you know about something that I talk about

I'm tired of driving it's due time that I walk about

But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise

I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize



Well I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall

If you're playing the wall so whatcha want?

Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce

So I reach in my pocket for the fresh amount

See I'm the long leaner victor the cleaner



I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardenia

I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce

You've got the rhyme and reason but no cause

So if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease

I've got news for you crews you'll be sucking like a leach



You can't front on that, so whatcha want?