Lyrics Got What You Need - Eve, Drag-On

Got What You Need

Yo, stop the tape, hold on
Listen, man, this Swizz
It’s not a game, it’s goin' down
We ain’t playin' with y’all
Scorpion, sting that ass
And we doin' this for the…
2001, let’s rock
World premiere
World premiere
E-V-E, let’s, let’s get it, get it started (Woo)
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I got what you need
Tell me what you need
I got
Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I got what you need
Tell me what you need
I got what you need
Uh, yo, ayo, ayo
This the only record in the crate, the only shit worth playin'
Swizz got niggas screamin', «Dog, you O-Din»
Do what I do best, spit shit
You know me and Drag fit tight but that goes without sayin'
See you stallin' on the floor, what you standin' for?
Scared thug, can’t enjoy ya cash, what you ballin' for?
Crabs that ain’t got nothin' to add, what you callin' for?
Ladies, this one’s for you, get ya party flowin'
Right now, baby, no time to relax
Niggas tryna holla, get the tab, yeah, he eat that
And if he actin' cheap, then fuck 'em, you ain’t need that
Send a bottle with a note, sip, get ya teeth wet
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I got what you need
Tell me what you need
I got
Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
So niggas where yo' ladies at?
Ladies where yo' niggas at?
Killaz where yo' clickaz at?
Took it, I won’t give it back
Swallow this Cris' while I get you where yo' ribs is at
And yeah, that’s how I spit 'em tracks
They make you wanna get a rest
Shit, write my shit Drag
Treat you like you stole a pack
You probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap?
Clap twice, I’m that nice
Ya funny faggots like Bernie Mac in Life
Let’s see y’all make it past the gun line
Ya want it, come take mine
I walk and talk my shit
Breaka, breaka, one, nine
Eve let them bitches know
Three runnin' with the flow
We gonna block them though
Then we gonna lock the door
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I got what you need
Tell me what you need
I got
Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Yo, yo
In the club, we get our niggas in, we pay off security
Same niggas that couldn’t get in, ya niggas remember me
Ayo, ladies, where you at?
Stuck up, don’t reply
Where you at?
(Here we go!)
That’s right, keep it live
West Coast, we could ride
East Coast, fuckin' live
Dirty, Dirty South, bounce that
Make 'em bounce back
Nigga this here nasty, keep the shit rockin'
Always Double-R, keep shit knockin'
You know how Ruff Ryders do
You push, we «Ryde or Die» for you
I got heat to make the steam boil
Heard you was frontin' on the camp niggas
Stop that hot shit, all day
Clown, yeah, we got that
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
I got what you need
So tell me what you need
Tell me what you need
I got what you need
Tell me what you need
I got
Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Ladies, ladies, ladies
Oh, boy
Ya ain’t ready for this shit right here
Ya ain’t ready for this thing right here
Bounce, bounce, oh, oh, oh
Oh, Swizz Beatz
I keep my chain sippin'
Put fire on ya ass
We gon' peep that fire on ya ass
Let’s go
That’s right
Play the shit right