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  • Beastie Boys Check Your HeadBeastie Boys - Check Your Head
    Track Duration Full Size Genre Year
    So What'Cha Want 3:36 4.48 Mb Hip-Hop 2009

  • 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 why'all I get props at my
    Mention 'cause I vex why'all so what'cha want you're so funny with
    The money that you flaunt where'd you get your information from
    You think that you can front when revelation comes

    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 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 goin' from
    Mic to mic kickin' it wall to wall well I'll be calling out you people

    Like a casting call 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 coming off
    As you can bet I think I'm losing my mind this time
    This time I'm losing my mind

    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 I've got eyes in the back of my head so I realize
    Well I'm dr. spock I'm here to rock why'all I want you off the wall
    If you're playing the wall so what'cha want why'all suckers write me
    Checks and then they bounce so I reach in my pocket for the
    Fresh amount see I'm the long leaner victor the cleaner
    I'm the illest motherfucker from here to gardena 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 sucking like a leach

    You can't front on that
    So what'cha want