"So Whatcha Want" lyrics - MC REN

MC REN
"So Whatcha Want"
(Snoop Dogg / L.T. Hutton)

Ooh yeah, they say it's all about drugs
Uh, uh

So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want

So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want

Do you want the villain?
Or do you be wantin' niggaz imitatin' with no clothes?
Claimin' they pimps with no hoes with whack shows
Hook him to them daz baby

Record companies that made them
Niggaz and bitches the hate them
It's all about the gime me, tryin' to mimic original niggaz
Happy on the nuts with no limits

You're gettin' circled like my niggaz makin' hide Jamaica
The black stones substitute us through the microphones
Every year you gotta a new batch of clones
Thinkin' they the shit roamin' 'round like shrooms

Predictable niggaz I see them comin' like the bleaks
Makin' the killin' for these bitch companies
Uh, shove your ass overseas, house arrestin'

Put your shit on the hoe just to teach you a worst lesson
So tell your mama quit pagin' a nigga while I work
And leave this niggaz shit to the motherfuckin' experts

So what, so what, so what cha want, what cha want?
So what, so what, so what cha want, what cha want?
So what, so what, so what cha want, nigga, what cha want?

Ooh, yeah
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
Ooh, yeah

Hold on Dogg, what now huh, how you feel? Yeah
Shit's gettin' bad before your boy got steel, got steel gettin'
Get kneel, watch yourself 'cause this is ill
Home boys kill home boys and that's real

The hardest niggaz are tell you
When you in jail you're motherfuckin' failure
With no one to bail you, they'll sell you every bag
Accept the game, stay on the top for the gang
Remember the home boy with the flossin' rings

Where he at, just homies took him up out the game
It's a cold game, cold game
What you got to know when you're in it, it's cold shame
If you gettin' barred, you got to stay as real

And do what you got to do to get end
Every since I put my hands in this dirty rap game
Look here, I've been on this mission
Tryin' get this scratch man so

So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
Ooh

So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
Ooh

Now watch your leg with that six hundred
Slipped off your plan [unverified] pow like itchy pain
What fool, let that bullshit seckle
Or can't you hot blab, black talent freckle

Peep, I flop rhyme to the beat
And flip more fully explode when it's time compete
Blow up, throw up your hands to this
It's easy to be ruthless gangsters never die

Chanters never try, pranksters only fry
Now walk the planes, get banned, they can't fly
Vision this like dever tar, full repertoire that's passed
At mega death row, fool you 'bout to caught
Murder super star, are you ready?

So what cha want, want, want
Yeah, yeah, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want

So what, so what, so what cha want
So what, so what, so what cha want
So what cha want, what cha want

Yeah, '98 stylin', it's the villain up in this bitch
With my nigga Snoop Dogg, RBX L.T
Doin' the shit like this, to all y'all bitch ass niggaz
It's time for y'all niggaz to step out the game
When these real niggaz gettin' this
Doin' it like this, '98 stylin', ruthless villain stylin', ugh