Beastie Boys : So What'cha Want
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1. SO WHAT'CHA WANT 88 (Soul Assassin Remix Version)
Hahahahaa, you don't stop
You keep on and you don't stop
You can't front on that
To the S-K-B, you don't stop
Ha... whoo
Well 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 what'cha what'cha want? (what'cha want?)
When you're 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?
I said so what'cha what'cha what'cha want? (so what'cha
want?)(5x)
Well they call me Mike D the ever loving man
I'm like Spoonie Gee (whoo ooh), I'm the metropolitician (yeyeyeyeah!)
You scream and you holler, about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wetter than 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
Oh well it's wacked when you're jacked in the back of a ride
with your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by
Believe me, what you see is what you get
And you see me, comin' off as you can bet
Well I think I'm losin' my mind, this time
This time I'm losin' my mind; that's right
I said I think I'm losin' my mind, this time
This time, I'm losing my mind (this time!)
I said so what'cha what'cha what'cha want? (so what'cha want?)(8x)
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 what'cha what'cha want? (what'cha want?)
I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want? (what'cha want?)
Suckers write me checks, and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long leaner victor 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 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 suckin' like a leech!
I said so what'cha what'cha what'cha want? (so what'cha want?)(4x)
[B-Real]
I got the big brown boots
When you wanna get kicked like a rhyme
From the heart and the mind
There was a time when the blunt got licked
I take a hit of the weed and then blew a smoke screen
No Visine just a little, Afro-Sheen
And a High Times magazine
I like to smoke y'all, but the pigs come sweating
They like the smell of the weed that I'm smoking
They can't have none of the number one sess-stash
So keep your hands off the hash
Don't act rash, cause if you move too fast
I'll pull out my gat and blast your sorry ass...
And you can kiss my ass, haha
That was the "M" to the "I" to the "K" to the "E" to the "D" y'all
Ghetto Block
2. SO WHAT'CHA WANT (Butt Naked Version)
Well just plug me in like I was Eddie Harris
You're eatin' crazy cheeze 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'm 'a 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 wanna take 'em down
Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down
Let if flow like a mudslide
When I get on I like to ride and glide
I got depth of perception in my text y'all
I get props at my mention cause I vex y'all
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want
I get so funny with with the money that ya 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*
Well they call me Mike D the ever lovin' man
I'm like Spoony G well I'm the metropolitician
You scream and you holla 'bout my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is gettin' wet around the ring around your collar
Like a dream I'm flowing without no stoppin'
Sweeter than a cherry pie with Ready Whip toppin'
Goin' from Mic to Mic kickin' it wall to wall
Well I'll be callin' out you people like a casting call
Well it's whack when you're jacked in the back of a ride
With your know with your flow when you're out gettin' by
Believe me what you see is what you get
And you see me I'm comin' off as you can bet
Well I think I'm losin' my mind this time
This time I'm losin' my mind that's right I said
I think I'm losin' my mind this time this time
I'm losin' my mind
*Yeah, you can't front on that*
But little do you know about somethin' that I talk about
I'm tired of drivin' it's due time that I walk about
But in the mean time I'm wise to the demise
I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
Well I'm doctor Spock I'm here to rock y'all
I want you off the wall if you're playin' the wall
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want
You suckers write me checks and then they bounce
So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount
See I'm the long leaner Victor the Cleaner
I'm the illest mutha fucka from here to Gardena
I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl a hot sauce
You got the rhyme and reason but got no cause
Well if you're hot to trot you think you're slicker than grease
I got news for you crews you'll be suckin' like a leech
*Yeah, you can't front on that*
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want
3. THE SKILLS TO PAY THE BILLS
I've got the skills to pay the bills ya
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah what you got, I got the skills to pay the bills
I'm mike d and I'm bustin' out trap kits Haha
The time has come so I'm going to rap this yea
You Rip Van Winkle now you're gonna' wake up
MC's pick up a hobby that you're gonna' take up
Well on the stage I'm known to break fool huh
But when I'm at the table it's the Futterman's rule wohoo
Workin' on my game cause it's time to tax
I'm on a crazy mission to wax Bob Mack shit
Up to the top, 'till the very last drop yea
I'll make you tapes of the rhymes I say
I'm selling sex rhymes by the pound
You horny MC's I watch you getting around my... agh shit
The skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll
So it better pull through when it comes to me
Let it go down like it's supposed to be
Words together like birds in a flock
Ah yes rhymes on time like the hands on a clock
Well I'm an epileptic, a skept-a-cleptic check it
I'm cutting up the beats from the bear I clept it
I fucked around and then I lost my tooth ahaa
I'm telling everybody it's the goddamn truth
Like Dennis Coffey I'm a Scorpio Scorpio
Like my man Schneider, I'm a super ho super ho
Making mountains out of molehills and rockin' some mo' skills
Butt naked beats with butt naked fills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills - what skills
To pay the bills
I got the skills to pay the bills ya'll
Hu-hu-hu-haa
A-wella' wella' wella' wella' welcome back
I don't sell bullets and I don't sell crack
Rub a little oil on my neck and back shit
Now listen baby doll we outta hit the sack
The original young aboriginal oohoo
Continued evolution of an individual well I'll tell ya
Got so many rhymes ya know my throat is sore
It's 1992 and still no one to vote for
Well like my words is what I'm seeing through my own eyes
A little vision of the truth in a world of lies
When it comes to coming off I like to get my fill
Well I got the skills
I got the skills to pay the bills y'all
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
Uhh what you got Mike - my skills to pay the bills
Agh yea, I got the skills to pay the bills y'all
Wooo getta got gotta got gotta got some
We got the mad skills in 92 boy
Yea you know what I'm saying
Skills... to pay the bills
Skills y'all I got skills to pay the bills
Skills y'all Skills to pay the bills
What skills skills skills to pay the bills
Yeah yeah skills to pay the bills
What skills money money
What skills makin' ah money money
What skills makin' makin' makin' money
What skills makin' makin' money
What skills ya'll gotta' pay the bills
I got skills y'all to pay the bills
I got skills ya'll
I got I got a I got a I got a got the skills y'all..
My skills to pay the bills..
Mario C ya he's paid the bills
Mike D y'all you know I pay the bills
And AdRock yea let's pay the bills
4. GROOVE HOLMES (Live Vs. the Biz)
1 2
We gettin' ready to get funky in here
We got the Beatsie Boys
They're my boys
MCA rock rock on
And my man Mike D. rock rock on
And the king AdRock, rock rock on
My man on the Conga, rock rock on
I can't forget my man on the keyboards, rock rock on
And my man vool V. rock rock on
To the to the beats ya'll
And you don't stop
We give you over to the MC
I say rock the mic
You wanna get down
With the beat and be the likeings
Of an MC, go with the MC talk
Check out the brother man, i'm from New York
B. on C. Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia Ubdia
Ubdia A. R. Bada Rbada K.
And i'm not gonna waka wreck your day
Now i can go all night
With the rhymes that i write
Well agree that is me 'cause i am
Never like mylia
A hip a hip ya'll
I say trip ya'll
You wanna get down with the MC with the back bone flip
With the boogaloo flu
I'm down with the crew
Gotta rock you, waa you
White or blue
Or black or green
Shinny corse of yellow
Would you listen to me
I don't rhyme accapello
Did you like the drummer
The drummer get funky
Get funky
Yo, get funky drummer...
That sound - ouuu !
Agh yea
Get funky
Everybody in on three
1 2 3...
Aghhh...
This is my new band
Biz markie and the Beatsie Boys
Everybody give it up
Yo, we gotta break some back boys in here
I'm gonna sing for this
And when you're gettin' on down with the sounds that you like
You know it's me Biz Markie i say i do what i like
Well my man the original king adRock
And my man MCA and my man Mike Rock
On the drums in the drum of an MCC
Did you get the legend of the aussie the other day
R.O.K. out of the e. And you are like a dree
The boo-why tribe in the place to be
So what my man, the king adRock
Gettin' funky with the rhymin that just don't stop
Say, Adam Adam Adam Adam Adam...
Get down get down
Just show you're Adam
Abuda Abuda Abuda A.
Or Daga-E
Every record that i'll make i'll aways be
And if you think that you can get on down
Well like a sound that's rockin' all over the town
And if you wanna hear the S.K.V.
And the crew thay call the beasie
Esa-Q love said we rock the house
You don't wanna doubt 'em cause we turn the party out
We in the studio of the Beasie Boys
You know we have the one on the noise
With the beat i put in the mouth and i rock the brothers out
I get on that with a sound i turn the party out
The original...
Original B.
Down with my man by the name of Mike D.
Can't forget M.C.A. and king adRock
And we guarantee to put you in shock
That's what i told you
The original B. i see when i go rockin' with the crew
With my man plugin' guitar and plugin' the bass
It don't matter we be rockin' and dogin' people's face
And everytime that you hear
The original and you know that i'm never here
And wanna get down 'cause i put you in a trance
Oh, you wanna get funky...
Hey we gettin' funky in here
I get i get i get funky...
I get i get i get funky
I get eh eh eh eh funky funky...
Eh eh eh funky funky...
I get i get i get funky funky...
Gettin' gettin' funky funky...
Gettin' gettin' funky funky...
That is right
Right about now i'd like to say good night
This is a new rendition
We call it gettin' funky with the Beastie Boys
Shit check out this shake
Yo we gonna end it on A 1 2 3 though
Are you ready
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