Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Chu Want, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
What Chu Want |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
Everything I could get |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
I want it all |
What chu want? |
I want everything, I want everything |
Sticky Fingaz, X1, what! |
Official Nast' |
I want the coke spots, cartell, the drug blocks |
I want mad guns, four 5's and magnums |
I want my own club, mad dough with no love |
I want a dumb chick, carry work or bust trips |
I want my own hood, projects to boulevards |
I wanna wild out, smoke blunts and blow hard |
I want more clothes, ill crib and wardrobes |
I want your ice, your wife, or your life |
The bottom line is, I want everything |
The credit cards to the wedding ring |
Outta state strips would have to be basic |
98 percent shit, make a fiend brain shit |
Face it, X-1, no doubt, I’m way sick |
I need weed spots, at least two on each block |
You got ones, I got big heads in my knot |
How 'bout a drop top cranberry six with deep dish? |
Whore house with nothing but cheap chicks |
Now peep this, I wanna be rich |
It’s no secret, but I was always known as a thief |
I want in on every crack sold in the street |
Holdin' the heat, on top till I’m old wit' no teeth |
Blast three through your artery, it’s hard killin' me |
I love artillery, particularly AP-1s |
Is my specialty, especially I want y’all to know |
Fuck y’all niggas if you ain’t feeling me |
I want drop tops, chop shops and pay cops |
I wanna lay low, with police on pay roll |
I want the ill scam, five G’s off ten grams |
I want hydro, five pounds in garbage cans |
I want a bad bitch, fat ass with no flaws |
I want two of them, twins without no drawers |
I want cell phones, fast cars, and mad chrome |
I want a crack house, so fiends could black out |
I want a hundred mill, tax free in big unmarked bills |
If I don’t get it, tampons for the blood I’mma spill |
I just wanna pull the trigger for the love of the thrill |
I just wanna battle niggas for they publishing deals |
I’m greedy, selfish, I hate to share |
Want a different burner every day to match my gear |
Well meet Janet and Jennifer to have a threesome |
Fall out getting brain, don’t wake up till three somethin' |
Want beef, nigga? |
We could go squeeze nines |
Till you dead or waving white flags and peace signs |
Want all my niggas free that got strikes three times |
And so much ice on my watch I could freeze time |
You violate, you get clapped in the head |
Want B.I.G. |
and Makaveli to come back from the dead |
Want that CL-500 coupe, chromed out platinum |
(What chu mean?) What am I saying? |
I got one! |
I want more techs, your presidential rolex |
I want nine lives, you gotta kill me nine times |
I want air play, from New York to LA |
I wanna murder shit, get caught and get away with it |
I want the good weed, light green with no seeds |
I want a E-Class, rob banks with ski masks |
I want the basics, ice chains and bracelets |
I want your necklace, the keys to your lexus |
I want a hotel, strictly for dope sales |
I want Bo guard, max out your gold card |
I wanna hit stars, spend money in strip bars |
I want a crime spree, but get off scott free |
I want lump sums, CDs and trust funds |
I want y’all wack rappers to stop bitin' my clique |
I want your props, I want your whole crew knocked |
I want y’all punk niggas, just to get off my dick |
What! |
What! |
What chu want? |
What! |
What! |
What! |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
What chu want? |
I want it all, what chu want? |
I want everything, what chu want? |
I want the whole fucking world, know what I’m saying? |