Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What Ya Want , by - Ruff Ryders. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
What Ya Want |
| Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh-uhh |
| What y’all niggas want huh? |
| Uhh uhh uhh |
| Rubia huh? |
| Papi screamin out of they mouth |
| Bombshell, just a second mami, wanna speak out |
| What I need in my life, make ya body freak out |
| Baby seem like the type, married niggas sneak out |
| Like I’m ballin y’all, yes I be appallin y’all |
| Boss type hold it down, wantin all of y’all |
| Callin y’all never chasin me down |
| Three weeks, heartbroken, yes you hatin me now |
| She speaks, soft spoken, til she datin the clown |
| I’m takin em down, reel em in and makin em drown |
| Mistake, I said gimme, bet I’m takin it now |
| What I need from a nigga negative in his sound |
| Au-dacity, even, askin me |
| For ass, I laugh, this bitch is fast and free |
| Swattin em off, when I see this nigga’s a flea |
| Plottin of course for riches, millionaire wannabe |
| Uh-huh |
| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?) |
| Can’t touch (uh) |
| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?) |
| Is right here with me (uh) |
| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?) |
| That’s Swizz Beats (uh) |
| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?) |
| It’s my time, feel me |
| Popular since I started my life |
| Eve you know my name, probably the dangerous type |
| Brick house stall-ion, think you tamin me right? |
| Not this baby Del-Philly streets they raisin her right |
| Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a LADY! |
| Need boots pocket books and a baby 380! |
| But prefer to keep it, calm and cool |
| When I’m heated I suggest you move |
| Just avoid a bad situation, what you got to prove? |
| Leave her be, chicken squakin hatin frequently |
| Mad they man is obsessed and stalkin me |
| If he, icy enough, I’m pricin his stuff |
| Be nicy enough, to let him spin, I’m callin ya bluff |
| Puttin it down, Ruff Ryders put in they work |
| Snatched up the illest viscous pitbull in a skirt |
| (Grrrrrr) Makin em hurt, haters steady dishin up dirt |
| Changin the game, settin the rules, makin it work, uh |
| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?) |
| Can’t touch (uh) |
| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?) |
| Is right here with me (uh) |
| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?) |
| That’s Swizz Beats (uh) |
| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?) |
| It’s my time, feel me |
| Leavin em scared, mami takin all of this here |
| All of this fame I’m hungry hope you cats is prepared |
| Niggas, set me up and I’mma take it and run |
| Think it’s a game? |
| Just check out how my format is done |
| Stoppin ya shine, and I do it to perfection |
| Made a promise everytime I touch the mic to bless em |
| Used to tease me how I keep is greasy just to test em |
| Eve handcuff niggas but I don’t arrest em |
| Shorty-bang hear the niggas singin, shoutin my name |
| Make the thuggish niggas scream, watchin me entertain |
| Dicks brick when I lick the lips, just keepin it plain |
| Fantasizin bout this bitch, got em goin insane |
| Oooh’s and ahhh’s, 5'7″ thick in the thighs |
| Every thugs dream wife, see the love in they eyes? |
| My time to shine, whole package make her a dime |
| Want some more? |
| It ain’t over, just keep pressin rewind, uh |
| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?) |
| Can’t touch (uh) |
| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?) |
| Is right here with me (uh) |
| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?) |
| That’s Swizz Beats (uh) |
| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?) |
| It’s my time, feel me |
| What y’all niggas want? |
| (what we want, wha?) |
| Can’t touch (uh) |
| All y’all niggas need (what we need in our life?) |
| Is right here with me (uh) |
| Sounds y’all wanna hear (who dat? who dat?) |
| That’s Swizz Beats (uh) |
| I’m the one you fear (why? huh?) |
| It’s my time, feel me |
| Uhh |
| 99, like 2000 |
| Ruff Ryders |
| Dru Hill |
| Swizz Beats |
| Eve |
| Comin for that ass |
| Uhh |