I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I was lacin' up my Pro-Keds sneakers
Mr. Magic blastin' out the speakers
It's midnight and the Sun is down
I can do the funky strut as good as James Brown
I bow to the house as I win another trophy
I'm the man in the spotlight, everybody loves me
And I am a Hip Hop fiend
I'm the baddest rapper in Whitestone Queens

I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah

Well I'm not afraid to advertise
I'm way ahead of those other guys
Those rookie MC's
Rockin' the mike
Bustin' out rhymes that people don't like
'Cause they all sound like everyone else
To have your own style you gotta be yourself
There's no sense being a copycat
No one wants to hear, rappers like that

I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah

You won't make it to the Hall of Fame
If those lyrics you write are considered lame
I'm the cut creator
The master of rap
When I strut down the street home-boys tip their hat
They stand there amazed
They say 'there he is'
The number one rapper is all of show biz
The "Funky Man" is here to stay
He blows those other rappers away

I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah

I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah

I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah
I want what I want when I want it oh yeah

I want what I want when I want it