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Song

Whatever You Want

DJ Clue

The Professional, 1998, English

Lyrics

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Whatever you want, whatever you want
Whatever you want, whatever you want
Do whatever you want, whatever you want
Do whatever you want, whatever you want
Do whatever you want, whatever you want
Do whatever you want, whatever you want
Do whatever you want, whatever you want
Do whatever you want, whatever you want
Whatever you want, we do whatever you want
Yo, it's time to make these moves, me and my Flipmode crew
Baby Sham spit that hot shit just for you
Make you get up out your seat so you can cop the Clue
Q.B.C. and Killa Kiz neva obey these rules
That's why we roll deep and always carry the two
Smack a nigga face, fuck up his mood, excuse you
When we perform bitches stand still like statues
Follow this game so y'all can proceed to move
Uh, uh, the ruggedest thing far as chicks go
Watch Digga blow way faster than a pit bull
I tell 'em all they ain't got nothin' for us
Platinum album with no singin' in the chorus
You get ate like you was peanut butter and shawarma
Go tell your peoples that I got a shitty karma
Brick City, home of the Crush MC's
And my shit be the joint like I was Black Eyed Peas
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 comin' through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When we get a lot of money, spend it how we want
We always got the new, always comin' through
With my nigga Clue, reppin' with my Flipmode crew
Rim-up steel jigs, I'm in the party takin' a swig
I'm rich, yo, I gotta think big
Holdin' down the bar, me and Bus-a-Bus
Lord have a Spliff Star, drivin' foreign cars
Up in club speed, Sham and Rah Digga
Had the weed, pass the dutchie, that's all a nigga need
Twenty to one, y'all know the whole gamble
All my life I had to scramble, what
I be that thug in back of the club, puffin' on bud
Chicks eyein' me, niggas through the streets show me love
Gettin' paper now, Bill Gates is my neighbor now
Chicks in all flavors now 'cause a nigga kinda famous now
This year my year, turn millionaire
Live as well, cop a beach house, kick a seashell
If I got it, I'ma flaunt it, that Brooklyn shit I'm on it
Spliff Star, America's nightmare, most wanted
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 comin' through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When we get a lot of money, spend it how we want
We always got the new, always comin' through
For my nigga Clue, reppin' with my Flipmode crew
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 niggas ba-a-out, like a bunch of billy goats
Ba-a-out, back to you while you take notes
Rippin' shit down from the arena to parade floats
Yo, Flipmode Squad lock your house up
Quick to talk shit, nigga, we lock your mouth up
Landlord confusin' you chumps, doin' it up
Rhymes scar and shoot up the club, like pharmaceutical drugs
You stupid as fuck, two in the mug, losin' your blood
It's a cold world, with beautiful sluts screwin' for ones
King of the jungle, swing on a humble
Stay grippin' the bundle 'til I'm scattered in pieces
Chattin' with Jesus, nigga, salute the dead and gone
The dead and gone, Flipmode and Desert Storm
Desert Storm
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 comin' through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When we get a lot of money, spend it how we want
We always got the new, always comin' through
For my nigga Clue, reppin' with my Flipmode crew
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 comin' through
Buck wild, do whatever that y'all wanna do
Wiggle how you want, shake it how you want
When we get a lot of money, spend it how we want
We always got the new, always comin' through
For my nigga Clue, reppin' with my Flipmode crew
Yeah, it only gets better, motherfuckers
Flipmode the Imperial, Clue-munati
Do whatever the fuck y'all wanna do

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