So What'Cha Want - 2009 Digital Remaster

(To Mario C, you can't front on that)
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 Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
 You're eating crazy cheese 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'ma 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 want to 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've got depth of perception in my text, y'all
 I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all
 So what'cha, so what'cha, so what'cha want? ('Cha want)
 I get so funny with the money that you flaunt (you flaunt)
 I said, where'd you get your information from, huh?
 You think that you can front when revelation comes?
 Yeah, you can't front on that
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 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 flowin' without no stoppin'
 Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi Whip toppin'
 Goin' from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall
 Well, I'll be callin' out to people like a casting call
 Ah, 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, or 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
 I said I think I'm losing my mind this time
 This time, I'm losing my mind
 Yeah, you can't front on that
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 But little do you know about something that I talk about
 I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walkabout
 But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise
 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, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)
 I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (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
 Well, I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
 You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause
 But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease
 I've got news for your crews, you'll be sucking like a leech
 Yeah, you can't front on that
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 So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)
 So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (So what'cha want?)
 I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)
 I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (So what'cha want?)