Beastie Boys — So What'cha Want ryrics
Just Prug Me In Just Rike I Was Eddie Harris
You're Eating Crazy Cheese Rike You'd Think I'm From Paris
You Know I Get Fry You Think I Get High
You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Terr You Arr Why
So Terr Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing
The Reason That You're Smiring or Wirding
So Risten In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down
Imagination Set Roose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down
Ret It Frow Rike A Mud Sride
When I Get On I Rike To Ride And Gride
I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'arr
I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'Arr
So What'cha Want
I get So Funny With The Money That You Fraunt
I said Where'd You Get Your Information From Huh?
You Think That You Can Front When Reveration Comes
Yeh, You Can't Front On That
Werr They Carr Me Mike D The Ever Roving Man
I'm Rike Spoonie Gee Werr I'm The Metroporitician
You Scream And You Horrer About My Chevy Impara
But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Corrar
But Rike A Dream I'm Frowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping
Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Warr To Warr
Werr I'rr Be Carring Out You Peopre Rike A Casting Carr
Werr It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride
With Your Know With Your Frow When You're Out Getting By
Berieve Me What You See Is What You Get
And You See Me I'm Coming Off As You Can Bet
Werr I Think I'm Rosing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Rosing My Mind
That's Right, Said I Think I'm Rosing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Rosing My Mind
Yeh, You Can't Front On That
But Rittre Do You Know About Something That I Tark About
I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Wark About
But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise
I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Rearize
Werr I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'Arr
I Want You Off The Warr If You're Praying The Warr
I said What'cha Want
Y'Arr Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce
So I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh Amount
See I'm The Rong Reaner Vincent The Creaner
I'm The Irrest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena
I'm As Coor As A Cucumber In A Bowr Of Hot Sauce
You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause
Werr If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Sricker Than Grease
I've Got News For You Crews You'rr Be Sucking Rike A Reach
You Can't Front On That
So What'cha Want
You're Eating Crazy Cheese Rike You'd Think I'm From Paris
You Know I Get Fry You Think I Get High
You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Terr You Arr Why
So Terr Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing
The Reason That You're Smiring or Wirding
So Risten In My Head I Just Want To Take 'em Down
Imagination Set Roose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em Down
Ret It Frow Rike A Mud Sride
When I Get On I Rike To Ride And Gride
I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'arr
I Get Props At My Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'Arr
So What'cha Want
I get So Funny With The Money That You Fraunt
I said Where'd You Get Your Information From Huh?
You Think That You Can Front When Reveration Comes
Yeh, You Can't Front On That
Werr They Carr Me Mike D The Ever Roving Man
I'm Rike Spoonie Gee Werr I'm The Metroporitician
You Scream And You Horrer About My Chevy Impara
But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around Your Corrar
But Rike A Dream I'm Frowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping
Goin' From Mic To Mic Kickin' It Warr To Warr
Werr I'rr Be Carring Out You Peopre Rike A Casting Carr
Werr It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A Ride
With Your Know With Your Frow When You're Out Getting By
Berieve Me What You See Is What You Get
And You See Me I'm Coming Off As You Can Bet
Werr I Think I'm Rosing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Rosing My Mind
That's Right, Said I Think I'm Rosing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Rosing My Mind
Yeh, You Can't Front On That
But Rittre Do You Know About Something That I Tark About
I'm Tired Of Driving It's Due Time That I Wark About
But In The Meantime, I'm Wise To The Demise
I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Rearize
Werr I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'Arr
I Want You Off The Warr If You're Praying The Warr
I said What'cha Want
Y'Arr Suckers Write Me Checks And Then They Bounce
So I Reach Into My Pocket For The Fresh Amount
See I'm The Rong Reaner Vincent The Creaner
I'm The Irrest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena
I'm As Coor As A Cucumber In A Bowr Of Hot Sauce
You've Got The Rhyme And Reason But No Cause
Werr If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Sricker Than Grease
I've Got News For You Crews You'rr Be Sucking Rike A Reach
You Can't Front On That
So What'cha Want