MC Ren, Snoop Dogg, RBX - So Whatcha Want? lyrics

Oh yea, they say it's all about drugs

So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?

Do you want the Villain?
Or do you be wantin' niggas
Imitatin' with no flows?
Claimin' they're pimps with no hoes
With whack shows?
Hook them to them Dazz baby
Record companies that made them
Niggas and bitches they hate them
It's all about the gimick
Tryin' to mimic original niggas that be
On the nuts with no limit's
You're gettin' circled like my niggas
Makin Hajj in Mecca
The black stones substitute us
Through the microphone
Every year you got a new patch of clones
Thinkin' they're the shit
Roamin' around like Shrones
Predictable niggas
I've seen them comin' like the breeze
Making the killing for these bitch companies
Ugh, shove your ass overseas, house arrestin'
Put your shit on hold
Just to teach you the worst lesson
And tell your mamma quit pagin'
A nigga while I work
And leave this niggas shit
To the motherfuckin' experts
So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?

Hold on Dogg, what now huh? - how you feel?
Yeah, shit's gettin' bad before
Your boy got steel not gettin' kneel
Watch yourself cause it's ill
Home boys kill home boys and that's real
The hardest niggas who tell ya
When you're in jail
You're a motherfuckin' failure
With no one to bail you
They'll sell you every bang except the game
To stay on the top of the game
Remember the homeboy with the flossy rings
Where he at? - just homies took
Him up out the game it's a cold game
But you got to know, when you're ended
It's a cold shame if you're gettin' barred
You got to stay stand
And do what you got to do, to get in
Every since
I put my hands in this dirty rap game
Look here, I've been on this
Mission tryin' get the scratch, man

So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?

Now, what you need with that six hundred?
Flipped up your plain tendered
Like itchy pain thundered
What fool? - let that bullshit settle
Go against your hard block
Black talent fatal
Peep, I flop rhyme to the beat
And flip more til explode
When it's time compete
Blow up, throw up your hands to this
It's easy to be Ruthless gangsters never die
Chanters never try, pranksters only fry
Now, walk the plane, got bet they can't fly
Vision this, like David Tow
Full repertoire as fast as mega Death Row
Fool, you're about to call, murder so bizarre
Are you ready?

So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?
So what, so what, so whatcha want?

So whatcha want? Whatcha want? Whatcha want?
Yeah, '98 stylin
It's the villain up in this bitch
With my nigga Snoop Dogg, RBX, LT
Doin' this shit like this
For all y'all bitch ass niggas
It's time for y'all niggas to
Step out the game
Let these real niggas keep this
And do it like this '98 stylin'
Ruthless Villain stylin, ugh