Whatcha Want Lyrics - Will Never Die - Brokencyde

I got they heads turnin', 

everybody's watching. 

Twenty-three's glistening, 

Chromed out, flossin'. 

Mic on my chest, 

I don't need to wear a t-shirt 

Hoes lookin' at me like they trying to do some research 

Hoe, you don't know me 

Break me off a Kit-Kat 

Titties in my lap 

Baby, you can take a quick nap, 

'Cause I could play with titties all day (All Day) 

Yeah I could play with titties all day (All Day) 

Pocket full of hydro, 

hand full of drugs 

Bottle in my bag 

Let's have some fun 

Diamond on my neck, 

so you know I'm fresh. 

Got a brand new car 

With a brand new check. 

Rims be shining, 

girls be jockin', 

I could fuck hoes with that, 

No problem. 

I'm a Crunk Kid biatch, 

No doubt, 

Put your motherfucking hands in the sky 

and bounce 

[Chorus] 

I'm at the club, 

Post it up 

Sippin' on goose, 

got girls looking at me like they trying to get loose, like 

Whatcha Want? 

Tell me whatcha want 

Whatcha Want? 

Tell me whatcha want girl. 

We drink straight, 

Don't need no chase. 

At the beach, Spring break, 

Californians in my face like, 

Whatcha want? 

Tell me whatcha want 

Whatcha want? 

Tell me whatcha want girl 

Tell me whatcha want girl. [x2] 

You know my name, 

I'm Phat J. 

Lookin' real good, 

so the ladies say 

When I walk up in the club 

And the ice be flossin', 

Steel on my face, 

cause paparazzi's watching. 

Everybody loves me 

Like Mr. T 

Suck it like a lemon, 

baby give it a squeeze. 

The ladies scream when they hear my band, 

and the haters start shit cause they know they can. 

(Motherfucker) 

You's a hater, 

You's a hater, 

Sorry, but this can't work out 

In your favor 

And my behavior is always wild 

People love me 'cause 

I got the cue white boy style. 

Don't be jealous 

Clothes highly developed. 

And you don't need to tell us, 

we already know. 

We got the gangsta flow. 

And you know we rock this 

B-C-1-3 Motherfucker, 

can't stop this. 

[Chorus] 

I'm at the club, 

Post it up 

Sippin' on goose, 

got girls looking at me like they trying to get loose, like 

Whatcha Want? 

Tell me whatcha want 

Whatcha Want? 

Tell me whatcha want girl. 

We drink straight, 

Don't need no chase. 

At the beach, Spring break, 

Californians in my face like, 

Whatcha want? 

Tell me whatcha want 

Whatcha want? 

Tell me whatcha want girl 

Tell me whatcha want girl. [x2]