Artist/Band:
Cypress Hill
Lyrics for Song: What U Want from Me
Lyrics for Album: Strictly Hip-Hop: Best of Cypress Hill [2010]
Huh, what you want?
What you want from me?
Tell me what, tell me what
What you want from me, huh?
What you want?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me dogs
What you want from me?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Wanna live my life
Drive my car, with my jewels, now you're holdin' my wife
What you got for me, fame?
Opportunity, I guess that ain't enough for ya
You want the loot and weed
What you need from me?
To bleed and die quickly
Here I turn my back, here's the knife for you to stick in me
What you do for me?
Stab me in the back, preney
Over little shit you do, pretty hittin' in me
What you done for me?
Robbery, pray the po'
Actin' like it was my homie, just a fuckin' phony
What you see in me?
A weakness so you can damage me
And dis-granite me so you can take advantage
What you need to see?
The nina milli six-a show ya
How I don't give a fuck about you
You talk now, what you need to be?
Runnin' away from the leader
Before you're gettin warm by my heater
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?
What you want from me?
Money and the record deal
Free tickets to the shows and the free meal
What you got for me?
Besides, or your hang ups and sob stories
The violins play 'em baby
What you want to be?
Everything I am now, but you never worked for it
The live it, you fuckin' gimmick
What you want, disease?
For me and my homies
Niggas want to act, damn, you don't even know me
What you need to breathe?
To think it over clearly, you can hear me over the speaker
It's best you don't come near me
What you got for me?
Back up and a lot of weight, but now
You hatin' on me, in every single way
What you have with me?
To make me turn the switcher
Funny how money makes a fuckin' little picture
What it's got to be?
You get disconnected over methods you choose
To make yourself get ejected
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you want?
What you, what you want from me?
What you want from me?
Pictures and the demos
You wanna act funny and hear my layo?
What you got to see?
I need a little privacy
You don't even know of the shit that drivin' me
What you need from me?
Someone to put your shit on
Never forget what I've done for you before you get on
What you have to be?
True to the family and fuck 'em and feed 'em
If you ain't understandin' me
What you want to be?
Hard or a pop star, goin' out and doin' the same shit
That's a love song
What you want from me?
Nothin' but burn riches down, I should grab your jaw
And knock it off the hinges now
What you after me?
Doctors and nurses and hearses
And the worst thing you feelin' the blood curses
What you have to be? Gone another memory
Remember this if I gotta choose over them or me
I'll choose me motherfucker you understand
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me what you want
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
What you, what you
What you want, what you want from me?
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