Beastie Boys

So What'Cha Want

Solid Gold Hits, 3m 37sec

So What'Cha Want
  • So What'Cha Want


Beastie Boys

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 why'all I get props at my
Mention 'cause I vex why'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 why'all I want you off the wall
If you're playing the wall so what'cha want why'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

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