Who Want It Lyrics

Yah

Oh Yah

Yah

Oh Yah

Okay, yo

Tis the season, I'm a jolly chick

Kicking it with the mean and melancholy to keep my folly legit

I fade to black until my complexion is highly lit

Then jump on top of whatever my nephew is hiding in

I pick up a mighty pen just to tap on my tiny chin

Then take off into outer earth like I'm floating on hydrogen

Cause I can't stand be sitting unproductive and quiet when

"listen baby, the courage to create it is the courage to live"

Content is optional if production flaming the beat

So I decided to put a bunch of food on the heat

I ain't got time to tryna bе someone elsе whicho time

Or thinkin I'm greater than the God put His life on the line

Just wanna, cook for ya, get something on that stomach

Depending on if you are ready for what is coming

Vinyl spatula to flip it especially different

The oven is heavy metal but ain't nothing is Limp about the Bizkit

Who want it? (Ahh)

I broke my life off in this track

It's finally apparent

That I had to go and lose my life to get it back

Now I'm whipping up freedom, is you with it?

Come in the kitchen and get a whiff of this chicken

Everybody, everybody get a plate when I'm finished

Everybody, everybody get a plate when I'm finished

Yo

Me and the homies stumble up out of the gym (fabulous)

Lookin like Chucky, Tommy, Phil & Lil, and Suzie and them

And they don't even really too much care if I make it or not

Just whether the plate has bacon or not

This a warning, I'm not performing to warrant applause

I get free singing by myself in my draws

Cause the pressure ain't got nothing on me

I take my time when I walk

Like a drop-top caddy coming on the block

Though all of my paint fell off

They want me to focus on being ill, I ain't catching the cough

Snatch the hands out the clock, straight tickin'em off

I'm sticking to picking my chitlins with a spoon and a fork

Got kool-aid In the refrigerator plus it's tea on the stove

And if I got a hater, Imma get your plate full

Bet I kiss your cheek until you learn to make do

Lookin like

Who want it? (Ahh)

I broke my life off in this track

It's finally apparent

That I had to go and lose my life to get it back

Now I'm whipping up freedom, is you with it?

Come in the kitchen and get a whiff of this chicken

Everybody, everybody get a plate when I'm finished

Everybody, everybody get a plate when I'm finished

And

We putting Bikini Bottom on the map

This the joy you can't explain like when your edges grow back

This is the last breath of my baby brother

Cause even the bullet got out the dirt and apologized to my stepmother

We don't flip bricks like parkour

This is the kind of black that they don't have a card for

I want to be the Les Jones kinda beautiful

Love them until they become ashamed of what they do to you

I'm moving through a valley of trouble like I was made for it

Even got a pair of kicks made for it

Itsay andbray ewnay ayday ymay abybay

I be spitting pork shoulder like it's Labor Day

If my bars ain't carbs or all the good proteins and fats

Take me out the punchline, lil daddy

Cause waiting for some juice is hella whack

And I'm asking them

Who want it?

I broke my life off in this track

It's finally apparent

That I had to go and lose my life to get it back

Now I'm whipping up freedom, is you with it?

Come in the kitchen and get a whiff of this chicken

Everybody, everybody get a plate when I'm finished

Everybody, everybody get a plate when I'm finished