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)
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)
