Y'all think Satan is bad, J Dilla bad like Jason I stab
Stay in the lab
Quick to tell bitches bout my motherfuckin' tim size, 8 and a half
See, they wonder how I'm makin' my math
Or why I be makin' my path to the place where they be shakin' they ass
Spend dough on a hoe, roll out in a Rov'
When it's over, no Rov', hoe's takin' a cab
Then they call me, sayin' they mad
And then call me, playin' with they pussy while they takin' they bath
Cause they know

I give em what they want

Yeah, uh
It's the capital "D"
The "i" to the "l" "l"
The "a" to the bank and I'm ridin' it til 12
I'm straight with the cake so I buy what they sell
They see me blazin' the hay, be high as a stealth
Won't come in on the average radar
But will come in a bitch mouth if she wanna take it that far
She a gang star, J start breakin' they heart
Breakin' they backs, a gorilla pimp, taking they scratch
And I make them attach to the good thing straight from the back
Straight from the front, love to give J what he want
Known for shakin' they wrists, and makin' them sick
Then takin' they grip and payin' them wit it
Biotch!

Give me what I want, give em what they want

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JAMES DEWITT YANCEY