So What'cha Want
(专辑: Early Songs & Rarities - 2020)
Well, you just plug me in just like I
was Eddie Harris Eating crazy cheese like you'd think I'm from Paris You know I
get high you think I
get fly 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 Listen in my head, I
just want to shake 'em down Imagination set loose I'm take '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 I
get so funny with the
money that you flaunt Where'd you get your information from huh? You think that you can front when revelation comes They call me Mike D the
ever loving man Like spoonie gee well I'm the
metropolitician You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala Sweat is getting wet around the
ring around your collar Like a
dream I'm flowing without no stopping Sweeter than a
cherry pie with ready whip topping Going from mic to mic kicking it wall to wall Calling out you people like a
casting call Wack when you're jacked in the
back of a
ride With your flow with your know when you're out getting by Believe me, what you see is what you get And when you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet I
think I'm losing my mind I
think I'm losing my mind this time Yeah, I'm losing my mind I
think I'm losing my, woo Little did you know about something that I
talk About I'm tired of driving it's due time 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 I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock y'all I
want you off the
wall if you're playing the
wall I
what'cha what'cha what'cha want I
what'cha what'cha what'cha want, baby I
what'cha what'cha what'cha want So what'cha what'cha what'cha want Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce I
reach into my pocket for the
fresh amount Long leaner Vincent the
cleaner I'm the
illest motherfucker from here to Gardena Cool as a
cucumber in a
bowl of hot sauce You've got the
rhyme and reason but no cause Hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a
leech So what'cha what'cha what'cha want...