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)