So What'cha Want

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'ma 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)

I get so funny with the money that you flaunt (you 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 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

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

(yeah, 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

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 (said what'cha want)

I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want (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

Well I'm as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce

You've got the rhyme and reason but got 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

(yeah, you can't front on that)

So what'cha what'cha what'cha want (so what'cha want)

So what'cha what'cha what'cha want (so what'cha want)

I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want (what'cha want)

I said what'cha what'cha what'cha want (so what'cha want)