Beastie Boys So What'cha Want Lyrics

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 ya'll
I get props at my mention 'cause I vex ya'll

So whatcha whatcha whatcha want
You're so funny with the money that you flaunt
Where'd you get your information from, huh?
You think that you can front when revelation comes

Yeah!
You can't front on that!

Well they call me Mike D the ever loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee I'm the mental politician
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 Redi-Whip topping
Goin' from mic to mic kickin it wall to wall
Well I'll be calling out you people Like a casting call
It's wack when youre 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 coming off as you can bet
Well I think I'm losing my mind this time
This time I'm losing my mind thats right
said, i think i'm losing my mind this time.
this time, i'm losing my mind.

Yeah!
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 yall
I want you off the wall if you're playing the wall
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want
Yo suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach in my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long leaner, Vincent the cleaner
I'm the illest m_________er 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
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

Yeah!
You can't front on that!
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want (x2)
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want (x2)