Текст песни Beastie Boys - So What`cha Want
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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