Letra de So what cha want (corregida y en ritmo)

Well just plug me in just like I was Eddie Harris
You´re eating crazy chips 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 wilding
So listen, in my head I just wanna take ´em down
Imagination set loose and I´m gonna shake ´em down
Let it flow like a mud slide
Oh when I get on I like to ride and glide
I got depth of perception on my text y´all
I get props on my mention ´cause I vex y´all
So what ´cha want, cha what cha want?
I get so funny with the money that you flaunt
I said, where 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 Geewell I´m the metropolitician
You scream and you holder about my Chevy Impala
But the sweat is getting wet around the ring around your collar
Like a dream I´m floating without no stopping
Sweater 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 wacked when you´re jacked in the back of a ride
When you know with your flow when you´re outta getting by
Believe me, and 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 Doctor 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, cha want cha want?
I said what cha want, cha want 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 motherf?cker from here to Gardena
I´m as cool as a cucumber in a bowl of hot sauce
You got the rhyme and reason but you got no cause
Well if you´re hot to trot, you´re slicker than grease
I got news for you crews, you´ll be sucking like a leash

Yeah, you can´t front on that...

So what, cha want, cha want cha want?
So what cha want, cha want cha want?
I said, what cha want, cha want cha want?
I said what, cha want, cha want cha want (cha want cha want)