Boys Beastie So What`cha Want The Remixes Lyrics

So What`cha Want The Remixes Lyrics

I Probably Got A Half A Buck... 

Yes But You Walk The Hip... 



Hee Ha Ha Ha... 

You Don't Stop, You keep On 

Yea You Don't Stop 

You Can't Front All That To The S.K.V., You Don't Stop 

Whooo... 



Well 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 What'cha What'cha Want 

I 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 

Yea 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 I'm Coming Off As You Can Bet 

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 Lossing My Mind...

Yea 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 What'cha What'cha Want A What'cha Want

I Said What'cha What'cha What'cha Want A 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 

Well If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker 

Than Grease I've Got News For Your Crew 

You'll Be Sucking Like A Leach 

Yea You Can't Front On That



So What'cha What'cha What'cha Want So What'cha Want

So What'cha What'cha What'cha Want What'cha Want 

I Said What'cha What'cha What'cha Want So What'cha Want

So What'cha What'cha What'cha Want So What'cha Want 



I've Got The Big Brown Boots When You Wanna Get Kicked

Like A Rhyme From The Heart And The Mind 

There Was A Time When The Front Got Licked 

I Took A Hit Off The Green Then Blew A Smoke Screen 

No Visine, Just A Little Afro-Sheen 

And A High Times Magizine 

I'd Like To Smoke Ya'll 

But The Pig Come Sweatin' 

They Like The Smell Of The Weed I'm Smokin' 

They Can't Have None Of The Number One Sus Stash 

So Keep Your Hands Off The Hash 

And Don't Act Rash Cause If You Move Too Fast 

I'll Pull Out My Gat And Blast Your Sorry Ass 

A You Can Kiss My Ass It's The M. To The I. To The K. to the E. To The D.
Ya'll