Whatever You Want (Explicit Version)

Lyrics: Chaka Khan/Leroy Jones/Trevor Smith/Roger McNair/William A. Lewis/Rashia Tashan Fisher/Gaines Spivey/Wayne Anthony Notise/Ray Parker Jr. Music: Chaka Khan/Leroy Jones/Trevor Smith/Roger McNair/William A. Lewis/Rashia Tashan Fisher/Gaines Spivey/Wayne Anthony Notise/Ray Parker Jr. 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 mother****er face, ****in up his mood excuse you When we perform, mother****ers 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 mother****ers 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 swarma Go tell yo' people i got a shitttty 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 mother****er 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 shit, pass the duche That all a mother****er 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 Mother****ers through the street show me love Gettin' paper now, bill gates is my neighbor now Chics all flavors now, cause a mother****er kinda famous now This here, my year turn millionaire If it's well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell If i got it, imma flaunt it That brooklyn mother****er, i'm on it Spliff star, america's nigga 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 mother****ers ba-ah-ah like a bunch of billygoats Ba-ah-ah back to you, while you take notes Rippin' mother****ers down from the arena to parade floats yo Yo, flipmode squad lock yo' house up Quick to talk shit, mother****ers 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 mother****ers, 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 Mother****ers 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 mother****ers Flipmode the imperial, cluemanati Do whatever the mother****er y'all wanna do