What you want, what you want,
naw, tell my what you want,
not that bullshit you saying man
tell me what you want,
I ain't gon' front on you players and you busta ass punks
who ain't never had money on the first of the month,
what's real, what's the deal, why you struggling with bills,
but you acting like a boss when you paying for your meals,
tryna show out for some folks who never had no love,
for a man unless he wasting all his money in the club,
I got my doubts about a world full of fools,
who drool at their vices til they drowning in the pool,
but me, I can't judge with the way I do things,
no new concepts, just the same routines,
and my friends criticize, but I don't wanna change,
guess I shoulda told you that and sent you on your way,
but I care about your future, so play it just how you want,
this casette is like a loop of the truth, that you can bump,

Chorus:

looking out the window and the block is full
of all the people posted up tryna play the fools
don’t beat around the bush just be up front
so before you piss me off, tell me what you want?

got a wallet in my pocket ain’t got no cash
and you coming up to me tryna take my last
so before you run off to go smoke that blunt
you need to ask yourself is that what u want?

could you spare a dollar or a dime
for a minute of your time
lemme hit ya wit a fable
i swear - that i ain’t lying
its the same old shit different air freshener
jays on the corner lookin like court jesters
(and I’m like) its whatever - i gotta get pestered
just ta walk across the street for some checkers
and I’m paying with card cuz i aint got cash
loose change jiggle is the key to getting stopped fast
so i walk past like i can’t hear em
tunnel vision I’m on a mission to make it to my desti
nation don’t need no prostration
you biting off another script like californication
same routine ain’t got no time for the schemes
take my money melt it down like was hot ice cream
french vanilla, butter pecan, chocolate deluxe
but yo flava is bullshit so you ain’t getting touched