So What Cha Want

Accordi So What Cha Want

     
MIbm
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 why'all I get props at my

Mention 'cause I vex why'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

MIbm
You can't front on that

          
MIbm
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

MIbm
You can't front on that

    
MIbm
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 

why'all I want you off the wall

If you're playing the wall 

so what'cha want why'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

MIbm
You can't front on that...

   
MIbm
So what'cha want...