Dj Clue - Whatever You Want Lyrics
Busta:Uh-uhFears, real fearsThe universal flipmode squadKnown to every existing life form as the imperial 6Has formed an alliance with the official cluemannattiWhatever you want, we do whatever you want(in the background as busta speaks)Whatever you you want (4x)Do whatever you want, whatever you want (5x)Baby sham:Yo its time to make these movesMe and my flipmode crewBaby sham spit the hot shit just for youMake you get off your seat so you can cop the clueQ.b.c. and killer kids never obey these rulesThats why we roll deep and always carry the twoSmack a nigga face, ***** up his mood excuse youWhen we perform, *****es stand still like statuesBorrow this game, so yall can proceed to moveRah digga:Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics goWatch nigga grow away faster than a pit bullI tell them all they aint got nothing for emPlatinum and album with no singing in the chorusYou get ate like you was peanut butter and swarmaGo tell yo people I got a shitty karma brick cityHome of the crush mcs and my shit be the joint like I was black eyedPeasHook (busta rhymes and lord have mercy)Wiggle how you want, shake it how you wantWhen you get a lot of money, spend it how you wantWe always got the new, always coming throughBuck wild, do whatever that yall wanna doWiggle how you want, shake it how you wantWhen you get a lot of money, spend it how you wantWe always got the new, always coming throughWith my nigga clue, rapping with my flipmode crewRampage:Ramp, Im still jigIm in the party taking a swigIm rich, yo I gotta think bigHolding the bar, me and busta bus, lord have and spliff starDriving foreign cars, open club speedSham and rah digga had the weed, pass the ducheThat all a nigga needTwenty to one, yall know the whole gambleAll my life I had to scramble whatSpliff star:I be that thug back in the clubPuffin on bud, chics eyein meNiggaz through the street show me loveGettin paper now, bill gates is my neighbor nowChics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous nowThis here, my year turn millionaireIf its well, cop a beach house, kick a seashellIf I got it, imma flaunt itThat brooklyn shit, Im on itSpliff star, americas nightmare most wantedHook (dj clue shout outs)Busta rhymes:You want beef, my name beef steak charlesWith deeper frequency than lou rawlsDrop like niagara fallsSoft like quaker oats whippin in speed boatsMake yall niggaz ba-ah-ah like a bunch of billygoatsBa-ah-ah back to you, while you take notesRippin shit down from the arena to parade floats yoYo, flipmode squad lock yo house upQuick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths upLord have mercy:Landlord confusing you chumpsDoing it up off rhymesScarring, shooting up the clubLike pharmaceutical drugsYou stupid as *****, doing em upLosing your bloodIts a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for onesKing of the jungle(jungle), swing on a humble(humble)Stay grippin on bundles, scattered in piecesChatted with jesusNiggaz salute the dead and gone, the dead and goneFlipmode and desert storm, desert stormHook (2x)Dj clue:Dj clueBusta rhymes(talking):It only gets better mother*****ersFlipmode the imperial, cluemanatiDo whatever the ***** yall wanna do
