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So What’cha Want Lyrics By Beastie Boys

    you don’t stop you keep on
    and you don’t stop you can’t front on that
    to the s k b you don’t stop
    well just plug me in just like i was eddie harris
    you’re eating crazy cheese like you’d 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 wilding 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
    when you’re so funny with the money that you flaunt
    i said where’d you get your information from
    you think that you can front when revelation comes
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    well they call me mike d the ever loving man
    i’m like spoonie gee i’m the metro politician
    yyyeah
    you scream and you holler about my chevy impala
    but the sweat is getting wetter than the ring around your collar
    but like a dream i’m flowing without no stopping
    sweeter than a cherry pie with ready whip topping
    goin’ from mic to mic kickin’ it wall to wall
    well i’ll be calling out you people like a casting call
    oh well it’s wacked 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 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
    i said i think i’m losin’ my mind this time
    this time i’m losing my mind
    this time
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    but little do you know about something that i talk about
    i’m tired of driving it’s due time that 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
    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
    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 no cause
    so if you’re hot to trot you think you’re slicker than grease
    i’ve got news for you crews you’ll be suckin’ like a leech
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i said so what’cha what’cha what’cha want
    so what’cha want
    i got the big brown boots
    when you wanna get kicked like a rhyme
    from the heart and the mind
    there was a time when the blunt got lit
    i take a hit of the weed and then blew a smoke screen
    no visine just a little afrosheen
    and a high times magazine
    i like to smoke y’all but the pigs come sweating
    they like the smell of the weed that i’m smoking
    they can’t have none of the number one sessstash
    so keep your hands off the hash don’t act rash
    cause if you move too fast i’ll pull out my gat and blast your sorry ass
    and you can kiss my ass that was the m
    to the i to the k to the e to the d y’all ghetto block

    Artist: Beastie Boys

    Year: 1992

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 445