L.T. Hutton - So Whatcha Want? lyrics

[Hook: Snoop Dogg] So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? [Verse 1: MC Ren] Do you want the Villain? Or do you be wantin' n***as imitatin' with no flows? Claimin' they're pimps with no who*es, with whack shows? Hook them to them Dazz baby Record companies that made them, n***as and b**hes they hate them It's all about the gimick Tryin' to mimic original n***as that be on the nuts with no limits You're gettin' circled like my n***as makin Haj in Mecca The black stones substitute us through the microphone Every year you got a new patch of clones Thinkin' they're the sh**, roamin' around like Shrones Predictable n***as, I've seen them comin' like the breeze Making the k**ing for these b**h companies Ugh, shove your a** overseas, house arrestin' Put your sh** on hold, just to teach you the worst lesson And tell your mamma quit pagin' a n***a while I work And leave this n***as sh** to the motherf**in' experts [Hook: Snoop Dogg] So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Hold on Dogg, what now huh? - how you feel? Yeah, sh**'s gettin' bad before your boy got steel Not gettin' kneel, watch yourself cause it's ill Home boys k** home boys and that's real The hardest n***as who tell ya When you're in jail, you're a motherf**in' failure With no one to bail you, they'll sell you every bang Except the game, to stay on the top of the game Remember the homeboy with the flossy rings Where he at? - just homies took him up out the game It's a cold game But you got to know, when you're ended, it's a cold shame If you're gettin' barred, you got to stay stand And do what you got to do, to get in Every since, I put my hands in this dirty rap game Look here, I've been on this mission tryin' get the scratch, man [Hook: Snoop Dogg] So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? [Verse 3: RBX] Now, what you need with that six hundred? Flipped up your plain tendered, like itchy pain thundered What fool? - let that bullsh** settle Go against your hard block, black talent fatal Peep, I flop rhyme to the beat And flip more til explode when it's time compete Blow up, throw up your hands to this It's easy to be Ruthless gangsters never die Chanters never try, pranksters only fry Now, walk the plane, got bet they can't fly Vision this, like David Tow Full repertoire as fast as mega d**h Row Fool, you're about to call, murder so bizarre Are you ready? [Hook: Snoop Dogg] So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? So what, so what, so whatcha want? [Outro: MC Ren Talking] So whatcha want? Whatcha want? Whatcha want? Yeah, '98 stylin, it's the villain up in this b**h With my n***a Snoop Dogg, RBX, L.T Doin' this sh** like this, for all y'all b**h a** n***as It's time for y'all n***as to step out the game Let these real n***as keep this, and do it like this '98 stylin' Ruthless Villain stylin, ugh