Boys Beastie So What Cha Want Lyrics

So What 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 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 Motherfucker 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