So What'cha Want
Beastie Boys Song Lyrics

Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie HarrisYou're Eating Crazy Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From ParisYou Know I Get Fly You Think I Get HighYou Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All WhySo Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm MissingThe Reason That You're Smiling or WildingSo Listen In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em DownImagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em DownLet It Flow Like A Mud SlideWhen I Get On I Like To Ride And GlideI've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'allI Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'AllSo What'cha WantI get So Funny With The Money That You FlauntI said Where'd You Get Your Information From Huh?You Think That You Can Front When Revelation ComesYeh, You Can't Front On ThatWell They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving ManI'm Like Spoonie Gee Well I'm The MetropoliticianYou Scream And You Holler About My Chevy ImpalaBut The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your CollarBut Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip ToppingGoin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To WallWell I'll Be Calling Out You People Like A Casting CallWell It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A RideWith Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting ByBelieve Me What You See Is What You GetAnd You See Me I'm Coming Off As You Can BetWell I Think I'm Losing My Mind This TimeThis Time I'm Losing My MindThat's Right, Said I Think I'm Losing My Mind This TimeThis Time I'm Losing My MindYeh, You Can't Front On ThatBut Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk AboutI'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk AboutBut In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The DemiseI've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I RealizeWell I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'AllI Want You Off The Wall If You're Playing The WallI said What'cha WantY'All Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They BounceSo I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh AmountSee I'm The Long Leaner Vincent The CleanerI'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To GardenaI'm As Cool As A Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot SauceYou've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No CauseWell If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker Than GreaseI've Got News For You Crews You'll Be Sucking Like A LeachYou Can't Front On ThatSo What'cha Want