Beastie Boys - So What’cha Want Lyrics

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Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris,
You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would 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 gonna tell yall 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 wanna shake 'em down
Let if flow like a mudslide
When I get on I like to ride and glide
I got depth of perception in my text yall
I get props at my mention cause I vex yall
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want
I get so funny with with the money that ya 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 spooney G well I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar.
Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin'
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin'
Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall
Well I'll be callin' out you people like casting call
Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of my ride
With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by
Believe me I'm 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 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 something 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 realize
Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock yall
I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want
Yo 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 mutha fucka from here to Gardena
I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce
You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause
Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease
I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech

Yeah, you can't front on that.

So whatcha whatcha whatcha want fag

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Jimmy James
  • 2 Funky Boss
  • 3 Pass the Mic
  • 4 Gratitude
  • 5 Lighten Up
  • 6 Finger Lickin’ Good
  • 7 So What’cha Want
  • 8 The Biz vs. The Nuge
  • 9 Time for Livin’
  • 10 Something’s Got to Give
  • 11 The Blue Nun
  • 12 Stand Together
  • 13 Pow
  • 14 The Maestro
  • 15 Groove Holmes
  • 16 Live at P.J.’s
  • 17 Mark on the Bus
  • 18 Professor Booty
  • 19 In 3’s
  • 20 Namasté

  • Album Information
    label: Capitol Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 0208314384299
    script: Latin