So What`cha Want Lyrics

So What`cha Want lyrics

(Beastie Boys) 

     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 what'cha 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 metropolitician 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 what'cha 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 motherf**ker from here to Gardena 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 what'cha want