Boys Beastie So Wha`cha Want Lyrics

So Wha`cha 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 What'cha Want 

 I get So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt 

 I said Where'd You Get Your Information From Huh? 

 You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes 

  

  

 Yeh, You Can't Front On That 

  

  

 Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man 

 I'm Like Spoonie Gee Well 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 

 Well 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 I'm Coming Off As You Can Bet 

 Well I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time 

 This Time I'm Losing My Mind 

 That's Right, Said I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time 

 This Time I'm Losing My Mind 

  

  

 Yeh, 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 

 I said What'cha Want 

 Y'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce 

 So I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh Amount 

 See I'm The Long Leaner Vincent The Cleaner 

 I'm The Illest ------------ 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 

 Well 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