Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whatever You Want, artist - DJ Clue. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Whatever You Want |
| Busta: |
| Uh-uh |
| Fears, real fears |
| The universal Flipmode Squad |
| Known to every existing life form as the Imperial 6 |
| Has formed an alliance with the official Cluemannatti |
| Whatever 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 it’s time to make these moves |
| Me and my Flipmode crew |
| Baby Sham spit the hot shit just for you |
| Make you get off your seat so you can cop the Clue |
| Q.B.C. |
| and killer kids never obey these rules |
| That’s why we roll deep and always carry the two |
| Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood EXCUSE YOU |
| When we perform, bitches stand still like statues |
| Borrow this game, so y’all can proceed to move |
| Rah Digga: |
| Uh-uh the ruggedest thing as far as chics go |
| Watch nigga grow away faster than a pit bull |
| I tell them all they ain’t got nothing for 'em |
| Platinum and album with no singing in the chorus |
| You get ate like you was peanut butter and Shawarma |
| Go tell yo' people I got a shitty karma BRICK CITY |
| Home of the crush MC’s and my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed |
| Peas |
| Hook (Busta Rhymes and Lord Have Mercy) |
| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want |
| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want |
| We always got the new, always coming through |
| Buck wild, do whatever that y’all wanna do |
| Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want |
| When you get a lot of money, spend it how you want |
| We always got the new, always coming through |
| With my nigga Clue, rapping with my Flipmode crew |
| Rampage: |
| Ramp, I’m still jig |
| I’m in the party taking a swig |
| I’m rich, yo I gotta think big |
| Holding the bar, me and Busta Bus, Lord Have and Spliff Star |
| Driving foreign cars, open club speed |
| Sham and Rah Digga had the weed, pass the duche |
| That all a nigga need |
| Twenty to one, y’all know the whole gamble |
| All my life I had to scramble WHAT |
| Spliff Star: |
| I be that thug back in the club |
| Puffin' on bud, chics eyein' me |
| Niggas through the street show me love |
| Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now |
| Chics all flavors now, cause a nigga kinda famous now |
| This here, my year turn millionaire |
| If it’s well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell |
| If I got it, I’mma flaunt it |
| That Brooklyn shit, I’m on it |
| Spliff Star, America’s nightmare most wanted |
| Hook (DJ Clue shout outs) |
| Busta Rhymes: |
| You want beef, my name Beef Steak Charles |
| With deeper frequency than Lou Rawls |
| Drop like Niagara Falls |
| Soft like Quaker Oats whippin' in speed boats |
| Make y’all niggas BA-AH-AH like a bunch of billygoats |
| BA-AH-AH back to you, while you take notes |
| Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats YO |
| Yo, Flipmode Squad lock yo' house up |
| Quick to talk shit, nigga we lock yo mouths up |
| Lord Have Mercy: |
| Landlord confusing you chumps |
| Doing it up off rhymes |
| Scarring, shooting up the club |
| Like pharmaceutical drugs |
| You stupid as fuck, doing 'em up |
| Losing your blood |
| It’s a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwing for ones |
| King of the jungle (jungle), swing on a humble (humble) |
| Stay grippin' on bundles, scattered in pieces |
| Chatted with Jesus |
| Niggas salute the dead and gone, the dead and gone |
| Flipmode and Desert Storm, Desert Storm |
| Hook (2x) |
| DJ Clue: |
| DJ CLUE |
| Busta Rhymes (talking): |
| It only gets better motherfuckers |
| Flipmode the Imperial, Cluemanati |
| Do whatever the fuck y’all wanna do |