Текст песни Beastie Boys - So What`cha Want
Beastie Boys - So What`cha Want слова песни
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 Y`all I Get Props At My
Mention `Cause I Vex Y`All So What`cha Want You`re So Funny With
The Money That You Flaunt Where`d You Get Your Information From
You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes
You Can`t Front On That
Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I`m Like Spoonie Gee
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 Flowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready 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 You`re 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 I Think I`m Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I`m Losing My Mind
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 Y`All I Want You Off The Wall
If You`re Playing The Wall So What`cha Want Y`All Suckers Write Me
Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The
Fresh Amount See I`m The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner
I`m The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I`m As Cool As A
Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You`ve Got The Rhyme And Reason
But No Cause So 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
You Can`t Front On That
So What`cha Want