歌手:Beastie Boys
专辑:《Check Your Head》

作词 : Beastie Boys
作曲 : Michael Diamond/Adam Horovitz/Adam Yauch
Well just plug me in just 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 it 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 Spoonie 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
(whatcha want)
I said whatcha whatcha whatcha want
(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 ***** 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
(whatcha want)
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want
(So whatcha want)
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want
(whatcha want)
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want
(So whatcha want)