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Beastie Boys
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So Whatcha Want (live at the Tibetan Freedom Concert 1999)
Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris You're eatin' crazy cheeze like you would 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 dissin'? Maybe I'm missin' The reason that you're Smilin' or wildin' so listen In my head I just wanna take 'em down Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let it flow like a mudslide When I get on I like to ride and glide I got depth of perception in my text y'all I get props at my mention cause I 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?
Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man I'm like Spoonie G well I'm the metropolitician You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar
Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin' Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin' Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall Well I'll be callin' out you 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And you see me I'm 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 losin' my mind
But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want [(whatcha want)] I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want [(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 long leaner Victor the Cleaner I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena
I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want [(whatcha want)] So whatcha whatcha whatcha want [(So whatcha want)] So whatcha whatcha whatcha want [(whatcha want)] So whatcha whatcha whatcha want [(So whatcha want)]
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