Issue No 151 Give Em What They Want Lyrics

Y'all think Satan is bad, J. Dilla bad like Jason style
Stay in the lab
Quick to tell bitches 'bout my motherfucking tim size, 8 and a half
See, they wonder how I'm making my math
Or why I be making my path to the place where they be shaking they ass
Or spitting dope on a hope, roll that in a Rolls
When it's over, no Rov', hog's taking a cab
Then they call me, saying they mad
And then call me, playing with they pussy while they taking they bath
'Cause they know

I give 'em what they want

It's the capital D
The I to the LL
The A to the bank and the ride in the tell 12
I'm straight with the cake so I buy what they sell
They see me blazing the hay, be high as a stale
Won't come in on the average radar
But will come in a bitch mouth if she wanna take it that far
He a gangster, J start breaking they hearts
Breaking they backs, a gorilla pimp, taking they scratch
And I make them attach to the good dick straight from the back
Straight from the front, love to give J what he want
Known for shaking they wrists and making them sick
Then taking they grip and paying them with it

Give me what I want
Give me what I want

Give 'em what they want