So What`cha Want — текст песни (Beastie Boys)





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 Want

I get So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt

I said Where`d You Get Your Information From Huh?

You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes



Yeh, You Can`t Front On That



Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man

I`m Like Spoonie Gee Well I`m The Metropolitician

You Scream And You Holler About My Chevy Impala

But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around 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

Well It`s Wack When You`re Jacked In The Back Of A Ride

With Your Know With Your Flow When You`re Out Getting By

Believe Me What You See Is What You Get

And You See Me I`m Coming Off As You Can Bet

Well I Think I`m Losing My Mind This Time

This Time I`m Losing My Mind

That`s Right, Said I Think I`m Losing My Mind This Time

This Time I`m Losing My Mind



Yeh, You Can`t Front On That



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 Want

Y`All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce

So I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh Amount

See I`m The Long Leaner Vincent The Cleaner

I`m The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena

I`m As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce

You`ve Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause

Well If You`re Hot To Trot You Think You`re Slicker Than Grease

I`ve Got News For You Crews You`ll Be Sucking Like A Leach



You Can`t Front On That

So What`cha Want



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