So WhatCha Want

專輯：Solid Gold Hits 歌曲：So What'cha Want Yo plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris You eatin' crazy cheeze like you'd think I'm from Paris You know I get fly you think I get high Ask a little something I'm gonna take you for a ride So tell me: who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' the reason that you're Smilin' or wide and so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down 'magination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down Let if flow like a mudslide 'cause when I get on I'm like the fire that glides I got depth of perception in my text yall I got props I can't mention 'cause it'd vex y'all 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 l Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like spooney G well I'm the metropolitician The weather is mellow in my Chevy Impala but the sweat is gettin' wetter in that thing around your collar Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Hey Mike yeah Mike kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out to people like a casting call Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by Believe me what you see is what you get And you see me I'm comin' up like it's a bet Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I 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 somethin' I don't talk about I'm tired of drivin' the same streets that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to people's minds I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize Well I'm Jack the Splack I'm here to whack y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want You suckers write me checks and then they bounce So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount See I'm the mob's gleaner this is the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena Now I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but you got no court Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you cootch you'll be suckin' like a leech Yeah you can't front on that So whatcha whatcha whatcha want