So What’cha Want

Yeah

Well, you just plug me in like I was Eddie Harris

Eatin' crazy cheese like you think I'm from Paris

Know I get high when you think I get fly

You know that I'm gone, I'm gonna tell you all why

Tell me who are you dissin'? Maybe I'm missin'

The reason that you're smilin' and wildin'

Listen in my head, I just wanna shake 'em down

Imagination set loose

I take 'em down, let it flow like a mud slide

When I get on, I like to ride and glide

Got depth perception in my text, y'all

Props at the mention 'cause I'm vexed y'all

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

Get so funny with the money that you flaunt

Where'd you get your information from, huh?

Think that you can front when revelation comes

Call me Mike D, the ever lovin' man

Like Spoonie G, I'm the metro-politician

Scream and holler 'bout Chevy Impala

Sweater's gettin' wetter round the rings around your collar

Like a dream I flow non-stop

Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi-Whip topping

Goin' from mic to mic, we kick it wall to wall

Calling out your people like a casting call

Whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride

You flow, you know, you're gon' get by

With me what you see is what you get

And when you see me I'm comin' over, you can bet

I think I'm losin' my mind, think I'm losin' my mind this time

Yeah, and I'm losin' my mind

Think I'm losin' my, woo

But little did you know it's something that I talk about

I'm tired of drivin', due time, I walk around

Meantime, I'm wise to your demise

Eyes in the back of my head 'case you realize

Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock y'all

Kickin' off the wall if you're playin' the wall

What'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

What'cha, what'cha, what'cha want, baby?

What'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

Suckers write me checks and they bounce

Reachin' in my pocket for the def amount

Long and leaner than Vincent the cleaner

I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena

Cooler than a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce

Got the rhyme and reason but got no cost

Hot to trot, think you're slicker than grease

I got news for your crews, you're suckin' like a leech

Yeah

Ooh, what'cha want?

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

So what'cha, what'cha, one more time, brother

Oh, what'cha want?

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want?

So what'cha want?