paroles de chanson What You Want (feat. Focus..., Rapper Big Pooh, Illa J, Vice , Young RJ, T3) - Slum Village feat. Focus..., Rapper Big Pooh, Illa J, Vice, Young RJ & T3
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
()
Uh,
looky
looky
I'm
almost
40
and
killing
these
Rookies
Han
Solo
with
charisma
but
I
be
psycho
Wooky
We
got
us
a
situation,
most
you
rappers
will
suck
Me
Now
I'm
back
at
it
while
you
rappers
remind
me
Of
Snooky
Perfect
timin,
I'm
worth
a
diamond
in
sales
And
I
ain't
talkin
bout
zales,
I'm
talking
how
I
retail
on
the
beat
uh
()
You
must
have
mistook
me
for
some
type
of
a
Novice,
that's
something
You
fucking,
I'm
punting
these
punters
These
rappers,
they
blow
like
they
playin
the
Trumpet,
no
mouths
beavers
Outrageous,
WW
F'in
niggas
still
cagin
Some
white
pages
where
I
pin
these
bars
You
really
want
it,
you
could
see
them
stars
Man,
here
we
are
()
Just
arrived
and
I'm
alive,
about
to
dive
in
this
Like
I'm
writing
a
book
and
I
don't
know
what
The
title
is
All
I
know
it's
on
radio,
I'm
protecting
my
Vitamins
Bout
to
turn
off
my
radio,
get
inspired
to
ride
Again
Slice
your
flow
with
a
machete,
you're
like
that
Chart,
you
looking
heavy
And
now
I'm
feeling
victorious,
throw
apart
that
Confetti
(Hook)
What
you
want?
I'mma
give
it
to
you
baby
You
don't
believe
me
so
I
am
nothing
like
your
regular
average
Joe
I'mma
show
you
what
I'm
spittin
this
really
fo
I'mma
do
it
better
than
all
yall
did
before
You
can
act
like
you
don't
know
but...
What
you
want?
I'mma
give
it
to
you
baby
()
I'm
a
connoisseur
of
the
metaphor
Rap
savage,
not
your
average,
rhymes
incredible
Words
appear
in
thin
air,
genie
like
Houdini
Revolutionary
like
Parker,
Musolini
V
on
my
chest
like
an
adventricant
to
immortals
I
came
so
I
conquered,
nigga
in
that
order
()
Motor
City
cobra,
I
could
strike
in
any
moment
Pear
dope,
beats
mixed
with
bacon
soda
My
pen
iller
than
iceberg
slims
I
drop
gems,
hit
the
hole
and
I'm
going
like
Billy
Simms
Shock
like
a
live
wire
Hear
the
hum?
Anthrax
over
the
drums,
come
Get
you
some
()
Joe!
Contaminating,
infecting
them
like
these
Organisms
Containing
impure,
these
flowing
over
dusty
Rhythms
Disgraced,
scandal,
I'm
unclean
Me
and
this
new
regime,
we
sit
with
Ello
Heem
God
made
dirt,
I
gotta
face
first,
I'm
guilty
Big
pen
wouldn't
play
on
this
turf,
feel
me?
(Hook)
I
am
nothing
like
your
regular
average
Joe
I'mma
show
you
what
I'm
spittin
this
really
fo
I'mma
do
it
better
than
all
yall
did
before
You
can
act
like
you
don't
know
but...
What
you
want?
I'mma
give
it
to
you
baby
()
Yea
It's
the
kid
with
the
golden
hands
Deadly
fingers
break
motors,
turn
rocks
to
sand
Instrumentals
hit
your
boind
sales
in
your
throat
Sorta
like
putting
coke
in
your
nose
I'm
a
beast,
I
feast
on
emcees
A
nightmare,
a
Freddy
Krueger,
niggas
dreams
()
Yo,
Remy
and
kush
style,
vision
all
blurred
Still
on
my
square
like
a
mason,
won't
slurr
a
Word
Verbs
move
too
fast
for
adjectives
to
describe
A
cipher
with
dragons,
come
testin
suicide
I'm
a
semi
order
magazine,
loaded
and
locked
It's
easy
to
release
'cause
my
hammer
stay
Cocked
()
I
am
legend,
similar
to
blast
master
Niggas
scared
of
applause
with
a
laugh
after
A
fantastic,
meta
magic
mad
rapper
Underground
flow,
similar
to
Atlantis
Barack
bastards,
battle
axe
to
backstabbers
Spectacle's
packed,
you
whack,
you
lack
Standards
(Hook)
I
am
nothing
like
your
regular
average
Joe
I'mma
show
you
what
I'm
spittin
this
really
fo
I'mma
do
it
better
than
all
yall
did
before
You
can
act
like
you
don't
know
but...
What
you
want?
I'mma
give
it
to
you
baby
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