Beastie Boys - So What'cha Want lyrics
[Beastie Boys - So What'cha Want lyrics]
To Mario C you can't front on that
Well just plug me in just
Like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating 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
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 wyling
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?
(what'cha want?)
I get so funny with my money that 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-loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee (whoo ooh)
I'm the metropolitician (ye-ye-yeyeah)
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 Reddi Whip topping
Going from mic to mic
Kickin' it wall to wall
Well I'll be calling out to
People like a casting call
Ah, well, 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
Well I think I'm losing my mind, this time
This time I'm losing my mind that's right
I said I think I'm losing my mind, this time
This time, I'm losing my mind
Yeah, 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 walkabout
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
(what'cha want)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want
(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 Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from
Here to Gardena
Well I'm as cool as a cucumber
In a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason
But got no cause but, 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 leech
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
(what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want
(what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want
(what'cha want)
Well just plug me in just
Like I was Eddie Harris
You're eating 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
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 wyling
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?
(what'cha want?)
I get so funny with my money that 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-loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee (whoo ooh)
I'm the metropolitician (ye-ye-yeyeah)
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 Reddi Whip topping
Going from mic to mic
Kickin' it wall to wall
Well I'll be calling out to
People like a casting call
Ah, well, 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
Well I think I'm losing my mind, this time
This time I'm losing my mind that's right
I said I think I'm losing my mind, this time
This time, I'm losing my mind
Yeah, 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 walkabout
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
(what'cha want)
I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want
(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 Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest motherfucker from
Here to Gardena
Well I'm as cool as a cucumber
In a bowl of hot sauce
You've got the rhyme and reason
But got no cause but, 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 leech
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
(what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want
(what'cha want)
I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want
(what'cha want)