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So What'cha Want?
Beastie Boys

Lyrics

Just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris,
you're eatin' crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris.
You know I get fly, you think I get high,
you know that I'm gone and Imma 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, immagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down.
Let it flow like a mudslide...
And when I get on, I like to ride and glide.
I've got depth to 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 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 revalation comes?
Yeah, can't front on that.
Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man,
I'm like spoonie G, well I'm the metropolitican.
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 ready whip topping.
From mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall,
well I'll be calling out your people like a casting call.
Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride,
with your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by.
Believe me, what you see is what you get,
and you see me, comin' off as you can bet.
Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time,
this time I'm losin' my mind, that's right!
Said I think I'm losin' my mind this time,
this time I'm losin' my mind!
Yeah, 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 mean time, I'm wise to the demise,
got eyes in the back of my head so I realize.
Well I'm Doctor 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?
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?
Y'all suckas write me checks, and then they bounce,
so I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount.
See I'm the longer, leaner Vincent 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 got no cause.
Well if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease,
I've got news for your crews, you'll be suckin' like a leech.
Yeah, can't front on that.
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?
So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

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