paroles de chanson What They Want - Ruff Ryders

We are havin' a party
In the United States of America
Where the girls get naked
And the fellas buy the bar
So bring the noise

I wanna know what you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act

I wanna know what you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act

I'm up in the club, I'm drunker than a motherfucker
My eyes is low, I'm higher than a skyscraper
Shorty in my ear like, Is we gon' slide later?
I'm like a charity the way I give away paper

The way I pop bub, heavy tips for the waiter
I'm gettin' love like I just came home
Fresh out the black box and the shackles is chrome
Now it's back to the fiesta

When it comes to this mic, I'm a molester
Let mami sip grapes so I can caress her
She saw the Batman doors, that's what impressed her
So I took her to the crib, so I could bench press her, word

I wanna know what you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act

I wanna know what you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act

We do what ever we want
(First it was the fever, then it was Rooftop)
We take what ever we want
(Now it's Cherry Lounge)

I see you gettin' money put that cake up
You got ice, wear your Jacob
I'm tryin' to make shorty smear her make up
Hoodrat chick or paparazzi hottie
New York face with a down south body

You hatin' 'cause my name ringin', chain swingin'
What's in my pocket could have everybody
And they momma blingin'?
Got Swizz on the snare while he out in Korea
Front in here, you'll disappear

What you know about stars Island bottles poppin'
Same house Paris Hilton gave top in
You know, who the hell I be?
I N F A R E D, live from V.I.P.

I wanna know what you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act

I wanna know what you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act

I take the bottle and your chick, then party 'til the sun's up
Inhale the weed until you cough a lung up
Shorty, how it feel hangin' with stars?
I give it to you in all singles like Ray Charles

Now strip for me, lick your lips for me
Work that pole, that's how you get grip from me
My niggaz howl at the moon, Vidal Sassoon
If you don't look good, we don't look good

We pop [Incomprehensible] and fuck what you say
Then zoom through the crowd like a car on the thruway
Stop, wait a minute, bow down
It's Double R, hand over the crown, biatch

What you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act

I wanna know what you got here, what you got there
What you got here, what you got there
(I wanna see you)
Touch your knees and touch your back
Get a lil' drink, don't know how to act