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So What’cha Want – Beastie Boys

Beastie Boys

So What’cha Want lyrics

Language
English
Level
Intermediate
Released
1993
Genre
Pop
Length
3:37
  1. To Mario C, you can't front on that

  2. Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris

  3. You're eating crazy cheese like you would think I'm from Paris

  4. You know I get fly, you think I get high

  5. You know that I'm gone and I'ma tell you all why

  6. So tell me who are you dissing? Maybe I'm missing

  7. The reason that you're smiling or wyling, so listen

  8. In my head, I just want to take 'em down

  9. Imagination set loose and I'm gonna shake 'em down

  10. Let it flow like a mud-slide

  11. When I get on, I like to ride and glide

  12. I've got depth of perception in my text, y'all

  13. I get props at my mention 'cause I vex, y'all

  14. So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want? (What'cha want?)

  15. I get so funny with my money that you flaunt

  16. I said, "Where'd you get your information from, huh?

  17. You think that you can front when revelation comes?"

  18. (Yeah, you can't front on that)

  19. Well, they call me Mike D, the ever-loving man

  20. I'm like Spoonie Gee, I'm the metropolitician (yeah-yeah-yeah)

  21. You scream and you holler about my Chevy Impala

  22. But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar

  23. But like a dream I'm flowing without no stopping

  24. Sweeter than a cherry pie with Reddi Whip topping

  25. Going from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall

  26. Well, I'll be calling out to people like a casting call

  27. Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of a ride

  28. With your know, with your flow, when you're out getting by

  29. Believe me, what you see is what you get

  30. And you see me, I'm coming off as you can bet

  31. Well, I think I'm losing my mind, this time

  32. This time I'm losing my mind; that's right

  33. I said I think I'm losing my mind, this time

  34. This time, I'm losing my mind

  35. Yeah, you can't front on that

  36. But little do you know about something that I talk about

  37. I'm tired of driving, it's due time that I walkabout

  38. But in the meantime, I'm wise to the demise

  39. I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize

  40. Well, I'm Dr. Spock, I'm here to rock, y'all

  41. I want you off the wall, if you're playing the wall

  42. I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

  43. I said what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

  44. Y'all suckers write me checks and then they bounce

  45. So I reach into my pocket for the fresh amount

  46. See, I'm the long leaner, Victor the Cleaner

  47. I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena

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

  49. You've got the rhyme and reason, but got no cause

  50. But if you're hot to trot, you think you're slicker than grease

  51. I've got news for you crews, you'll be sucking like a leech

  52. Yeah, you can't front on that

  53. So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

  54. So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

  55. I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

  56. I said so what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

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Key vocabulary

fresh
new; not oldA2
pocket
small bag in clothingA2
people
human beingsA1
playing
taking part in a gameA1
reason
cause; explanationA1
ride
sit on and travelA1
right
correctA1
ring
circle of metal/jewelryA1
see
notice with your eyesA1
something
an unknown objectA1

About this song

Beastie Boys were an American hip-hop group from New York, mixing rap with punk, funk, and jazz. They are known for albums like Licensed to Ill and Paul’s Boutique, which helped define late-1980s rap, along with the MTV hit “Sabotage.”

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So What’cha Want

To Mario C, you can't front on that

Well, just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris

You're eating crazy cheese 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'ma tell you all why

So tell me who are you dissing? Maybe I'm missing

The reason that you're smiling or wyling, 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 my money that 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, I'm the metropolitician (yeah-yeah-yeah)

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 Reddi Whip topping

Going from mic to mic, kickin' it wall to wall

Well, I'll be calling out to people like a casting call

Ah, 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

I 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 walkabout

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)

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, 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 got no cause

But 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 leech

Yeah, you can't front on that

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

So what'cha, what'cha, what'cha want (what'cha want)

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

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