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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 Y all
I Get Props At My Mention Cause I Vex Y All
So What cha Want
I get So Funny With The Money That You Flaunt
I said Where d You Get Your Information From Huh?
You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes

Yeh, You Can t Front On That

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 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
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 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, Said I Think I m Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I m Losing My Mind

Yeh, 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
I said 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
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

You Can t Front On That
So What cha Want
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