How Ya Want It We Got It (Native Tongues Remix)

[Chorus] How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) [Verse 1: Trugoy the Dove] Hey Mr. Afrika (What?) This joint is headed Man I'm glad that beef is debted I jolt the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six To hear my Sammy on the mix (Aight) We flipped the belt, I felt the rubber burnin' See I was yearnin' for the moment Man opponents couldn't stop me When I first heard this in DC I had to get a copy Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my family Your fantasy back in the day was to be native But now your shit's sedated I bring the doctor, I'm here for the remedy But some pretend to be a bit seditty Your atittude is shitty, I'm getting downright grimy and grity Introducin' to the scene is Mike Giggy [Verse 2: Mike G] Yo, we sling the raw through the airwaves, we make you wanna misbehave We gotcha hooked like the rhythm and the slaves So catch a phase of the craze, noddin' heads for days He's acting stingy with the level and he spreads in many ways So if you want to test the effervesce Come along and be my guest Yo, cause Jungle Brothers in the House And De La's in the house And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest [Verse 3: Q-Tip] Ya Ya Ya Ya You wanna all it, y'know cause I could give it all night nigga And make you last Mike Gigger Africa, Sammy B, the JB's Straight out the jungle with the natural remedy I'm reppin', we lettin' off joints at this section The steppin', rhymes, turntables and beats are lethal weapons And the essence, you know we got alot like constock The Native Tongues are here with that brew for your heart We're makin' ample usage of the times that we see Tell us how you want it, and we bring the strategy [Chorus] How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) [Verse 4: Posdnous] Now imported from the planet of dope shit be the native tongue Rocka 1 Plug infinite dot com Getcha tail hooked in the thoughts, Dom Perignon free Back where ladies love to hear the emcee We be the neccessary realism While you be chicken lo mein stream baby What? Place it in your gut. Guaranteed We in the lead to run rap just hand over the deed [Verse 5: Afrika Baby Bam] Now Ya heard about, read about, be apart of it, don't front Now I'mma play ya like the government and give ya what I think ya want That native river, to make ya rock with one another Cause in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers So to the table I bring fat jams to make ya sing Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like this since Doin' Our Own Dang So be ya P, is it ready? To flip ya pattern of speech Cause I thinks there's heads out there we still need to reach [Verse 6: Trugoy the Dove] True, yo this joint is crazy get's the lazy out of Hey yo Mikey how ya figure? I wouldn't wanna catch cold (This joint is wisdom, kid) indeed emcee, I'm out to get old I seek the blessed the drum pattern from brand new to tatterred and torn This place is Jimmy crack corn My shit's Mazola, your style's kiddy like Crayola JBeez be the top dola, I mean dollar Study the E-M-C-E-Es to remain the rhyme scholars [Chorus] How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) [Verse 7: Africa Baby Bam] Record shop nine to five with the Raw Deluxe Jungle Brother Africa - I got the Native Tongue touch Verbal grammar - comin' atcha like a Black Panther Check the sampler, the microphone man handler! Crowd controller, yes we gotcha open, gotcha ampler Shootin' the gift like Saint Nick, the black Santa (He's checkin' his list) Say what? (He's checkin' it twice) Yeah, You ain't gettin' shit if they naughty if ya nice So come down the chimney, brothers the vicinity Lock down ya block nonstop with the remedy [Verse 8: Posdnous] Similar to water out the clouds I'm here to reign supreme Self-esteem lower than them rides in Cali Is the reason why these niggas rally around the bull shit Rubber duck, you can't bull shit Occupy world-wide with frontings all the misses These womans don't love us so we forced to talk to bitches Tryin to ease up in the rises sayin' "I like the way you stylin' Let me in the passenger while you play the pilot." Listen baby doll (doll), recites is a peeper Hair fully wooly but you mental's six ether And I don't live that, so step up top And watch the Native Tongues lick the crop For the cream [Chorus] How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah) How ya want it, we got it (Oh, yeah)