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Beastie Boys
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So What'Cha Want
Oh, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris Eatin' crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris You know I can 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 dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're smilin' or wildin' So listen, in my head, I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let it flow like a mud slide Oh, 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? (What'cha want?) I get so funny with my money that you flaunt (You flaunt) I said where'd you get your information from, huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes?
Yeah, you can't front on that
Well, they call me Mike D, the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie Gee, well, I'm the metro politician You scream and you holler 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar
Like a dream I'm flowin' without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi-Wip toppin' From mic to mic kickin' it wall to wall Well, I'll be callin' out to people like a castin' 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 gettin' by Believe me, of what you see is what you get And you see me, I'm comin' off as you can bet
Well, I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time, I'm losin' my mind Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That's right, said I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time, I'm losin' my mind
Yeah, you can't front on that
But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin', 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 playin' the wall I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?) I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (Oh, 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 motherfucker from here to Gardena
Oh, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce You've got the rhyme and reason but got 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 suckin' like a leach
Yeah, you can't front on that
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?) So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (So what'cha want?)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?) I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (So what'cha want?)
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