The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992) by The Pharcyde (보컬) on maniadb.com

Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?
To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do

Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet
to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met
In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true
I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due
I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin
Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes
One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like
to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes
When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right
you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em
They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt
(Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse
Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse

Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose
I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce
the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag
Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag
Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G
with the dip that was down with me from the whole front
Now front me never too cool how-ever
I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter
(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta
skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring
Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing
I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse
If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse

*phone rings*
I mean nah, just
*phone rings*
(woman) I got it! *click* Hello?

Well this is the final chapter Hello?
of me, we're going to rack up Who is this?
in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house?
a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What?
Would you come along with me down Mike is that you?
the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this?
I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops
I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house
Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this
picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops
licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around
You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this?
Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What
I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you
You thought the day was going to be calling me?
DULL?? I'll make it very exciting
I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you
BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house?
off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here!
Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore
But I had to insist, I had to insist
Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops!
overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!!

Like this... ("like what like what like what")
(repeat 4X)

Yo, I'm Audi Geee
No doubts manufactured
No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies
No copies, okay
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it really is huh?
Is that what you want? What you talkin about?
What you talkin bout nigga?
Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
of the people in the L.A.
See the brothers needs some type of education
And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh
community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community
grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
the tree if you don't water the grass
So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh
Like this... nanananananana, like this
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat
Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter*
Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going
keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere
c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second
Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should
*music stops* Oh, duhh!

Little Sally Walker, sittin in a saucer,
Oh, how I tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods, woody woodpecker would if he could,
But I didn't want to pass it up
To the next man had my walkman bumpin on
The fifty yard line and my adrenoline pumpin
Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked (??)
Luke skywalker ain't a sweettalker so I got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin "ooh" and i'm busted for real

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit

What to say the least
I'm so slick that they need to call me grease
Cuz I slips and I slides when I rides on the beast
Imani and your mom sittin in a tree,
K-i-s-s-i-n-g
Yo first comes the tounge
And then come the she my homey's m-o-m what (m-i-e)
Yo, and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear cuz
I stepped into his house his
Mom's grinnin ear to ear
Gigglin and winks for weeks
I would encounter from this female
She's sizin me up for the kill
Oh what the hell is what I said to myself so that I wouldn't worry
I'm sittin on the couch and wish Greg would please hurry up
She offered me a cup of ripple broke out the titty
Squezed her nipple said suck it if you like but please don't bite it
I had an urge to say fuck it but I knew I had to fight it
Before I could say alakazam (???)
I took this old bitch in a doggie style
Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit
But all this numbskull could say was oh shit!

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
sh-
Son-of-a bitch, son-of-a bitch, come on!

One fine summertime Sunday evening
Crenshaw Boulevard was in full swing
Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving
Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing
Rollin in a purple samuri suzuki dookie braids was an aid to her sex appeal

Dude she was dope man real dope on the wheel
Well anyway I went toot toot she said hey a beep beep
The next day rolled down to the beach
Tuesday me and my new Crenshaw cutie
Coolin on the beach and now she's rubbin on my booty
Suck suck suckin on my neck like dracula
But it wasn't all that spectacular (why?)
Cuz everytime I tried to touch upon her tay-titty
She would be like quit b
Bitch was frontin but I didn't say nothin
Then all of the sudden after someone pushed the button
I got a funny feeling like something was real wrong
Looked at her shoes and her feets was real long
Then it hit me oh please god no
Don't let this ho turn out to be a john doe
He pulled a fast one on me yo
I guess that's one of those things that make you go: shit!

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit....

Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?
To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do

Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet
to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met
In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true
I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due
I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin
Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes
One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like
to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes
When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right
you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em
They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt
(Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse
Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse

Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose
I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce
the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag
Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag
Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G
with the dip that was down with me from the whole front
Now front me never too cool how-ever
I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter
(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta
skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring
Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing
I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse
If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse

*phone rings*
I mean nah, just
*phone rings*
(woman) I got it! *click* Hello?

Well this is the final chapter Hello?
of me, we're going to rack up Who is this?
in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house?
a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What?
Would you come along with me down Mike is that you?
the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this?
I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops
I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house
Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this
picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops
licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around
You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this?
Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What
I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you
You thought the day was going to be calling me?
DULL?? I'll make it very exciting
I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you
BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house?
off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here!
Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore
But I had to insist, I had to insist
Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops!
overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!!

Like this... ("like what like what like what")
(repeat 4X)

Yo, I'm Audi Geee
No doubts manufactured
No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies
No copies, okay
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it really is huh?
Is that what you want? What you talkin about?
What you talkin bout nigga?
Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
of the people in the L.A.
See the brothers needs some type of education
And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh
community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community
grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
the tree if you don't water the grass
So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh
Like this... nanananananana, like this
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat
Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter*
Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going
keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere
c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second
Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should
*music stops* Oh, duhh!

Bam! who's next? (ooooh)

If I were president, if I were president
I'd make sure all the money spent
Onnnnnnnn, good things
I wouldn't have no lint in my pocket
I'd rock it rock it I'd shock it
I would not jock the fact that there are
Rich people in the world because yo I got a girl
And she needs new clothes and I need new sneakers
And that's all I know
If I were president, if I were president


If I were president, if I were president!

If I was president (what would you do? )
I would not carry, oh no spare change
I would just rearrange, the whole government structure
Cause there seems to be something that's
Messing with the flucture of the money (what? )
It's not coming to me
So now it's time for me to tell my homey jarod d
So i'm, looking at my wallet and I do not have a buck
Damn I'm out of luck, damn I'm feeling stuck

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)

People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai

I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x)
I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
How I need those zig-zag
(i need some) zig-zag, zig-zag
How I love to get high

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)

What the?
Oh what the heck
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a chevy and in fact
The pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot
Because the vinyl is delicious=20
I'm the nigga who's got bitches
Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your band
Two two two...=20
You gotta play it all across the land
Three three three...
The plan is grab the ducats and say f**k it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street balin'(? ) to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
What?
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Yep
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x)
Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles


I love spanish dishes but no I'm not menudo
I can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named bruno
A anna bonanna(? ) bananafanafuno
Yet you know shafino=20
Met her in a trio
Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel
I'm somewhat creole=20
Don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel
I chills like scotch on the rocks=20
'cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You know?

How long can you freak the funk? (2x)
I separate the good stuff from the junk
How long can you freak the funk
Yeah, freak the funk
All right, freak the funk
Freak the funk (4x)

I want the farmer man. farmer man.
I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man. you don't want no farmer man.
Give me the farmer man. once again it's the farmer man.

I go from skip-skop(? ) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'cause we've sunk ships from the pacific to the atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic
Take you in a frenzy=20
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from callie no I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11 slurpees
If magic can admit he got aids, f**k it--i got herpes

Ah shit.
Ns, ns
Sounds like ns to me!

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)

So here it is
F**k it
Friends or no friends I had enough bullshit
To last me clear to the ends of my term
I hate worms
So i'ma bring in the fish
And induce my backhand
To refrain from my fist
Yeah I wish that I change
Then I could shed all the (main)
You trippin' on my ego
But all my shit is sustained
Order order
I cross the border for a spot in the sun
I'm so down with myself
Bitch I could chill as a bum ho hum
Drum
I'm so burnt that I'm beat
I got my fears on my nerves
And the crowd on my feet
The only one who has my (back) is me
In reality, see
I'm constantly fightin heavy
When we journey through the sea
Oui oui monsieur
I'm true to the game
I believe my friends you (slip) me
I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin'
I know
And it shows
I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o

On the downlow
(x3)

I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
Gotta brush my teeth
Clean my nuts off
Put on the gear that i'ma wear throughout my day
But before I take a shower I ain't ashamed to say
When I think of the night before, and the heat of passion
Your big brown booty
My mind starts flashin'
I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock
Should I pursue to do you
Or just stroke my knot
While my girl is asleep
I'm caught in a jam
Went to the bathroom
With cocoa-butter in my hand
Closed the door behind me
Locked it very tight
Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night
Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
And let the hand I hold the mike with
Take control
Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel
As my thoughts get deeper
And a little more intense
If you don't know what comes next
Well you're just too dense

On the downlow
(x3)
(man you pharcyde y'know what I'm sayin dude, this is it
Man damn, tre)

He's chasin' me
Scrapin' my knee on the cement
Is what I did
What dug
Look under the rug
And I got it
Hit him in the heart with my (night struck a) slug
But no


This nigga had to go
Peep this
I was asleep
He climbed in my window
Grabbed me around the neck
Said scream and you're dead
I thought it was the devil
'cause his face was glowin' red
He was a brother
But this brother had the devil in his eye
He was out to get i-m-a-n-i
First I (took) my trigger finger with a wiggle
The devil jumps into my eyes and then I giggle
In the back of my head
You know imani feels no shame
I've got my nine I said
With my millimeter go bang
I got him
He's crippled so he crawls across the floor
He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door
Bang bang bang
Yep I got 'im again
His story's soundin' sad
Like the movie ben
But um
Anyway I'm just protectin' my shit
'cause if it wasn't me he's killin'
Then my moms mighta got it
It's on the downlow
Don't tell nobody I killed him all right?

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'cause you should know
(x2)

Flip fly caught you soarin sky high
But a
Fly slip wash you up fly drip my
Eyes cry
Tears fear
A baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero
Zero from zero leaves nothin'
Now ain't that somethin'?
And all this time you been wantin' somethin'
For nothin'
The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
The homeys kick the (fact) 'cause it's wack to let you fall
(why doesn't what) you're rollin in the 'hood
So niggas that don't wantcha
And you're f**ked
Crazy f**ked
Like the slut heather hunter
(with me) the one that punches shit
I know you'll get the pick
With the cars and the girls
And the ego and the loot chief
I'll make this brief
I'd be lyin through my teeth
If I told you you was dope
And your benefits was reaped
From my ego
Those (libro) kids are creepin' with the steel
And you're cappin'
'bout this rappin'
And they're cavin' in the grille

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'cause you should know
'bout the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'cause you should know

(I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the
time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre since we smoke a lot of
mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen,
give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh
that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your
mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho
bard)...man)

trapped in the cockpit
at forty thousand feet
the sky is the limit
but we superscede
the greed for the speed is like
way beyond limits
I grab my parachute with like
forks and spoons in it
and I'm falling
I'm falling
my heart rapid rushes
death before my eyes
oh why did I trust this
my reactions are repeated
over and over and over
oh it seems like I will never be sober

(get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin' high...Im'a get high
'till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud)

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I look in every hip-hop magazine
it seems
that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams
and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts
I guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts
but his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
to let the touch he pass me by
let the (left) catch hell
if I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch
I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch
because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess
so don't pass me that mess
or try to even protest
that it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine
won't you pack the pipe
and keep it movin' down the line

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I got a big ol' blunt
I'm lampin' on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don't do it
please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son
she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one
(what are you doing (daddy)?)
after the other
then another
'cause I'm rollin' in the dough
so we rolled in the indoe
as if the kid didn't know
he's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it
to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided
about the bud
now I have to play the part of the advisor
because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer
the bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser
(figaro)
so I said come're little man
(whatcha want old man)
and with his little hand
he grabbed the pipe
a lesson in buddah blessin'
not too young
just right
so he started blazin'
it was amazin'
my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
but who am I to deny the kid a try
at nature's little way of sayin' hi?
(thank you old man)
so pack

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

twisting turning burning
rings of fire when I come into ya layer
say ya pay yer fare for the fee
I see
the pipe
the pipe is what I like
I'm Imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I really want to smoke it
(...)
I choke it
the indoe no jokin'
I'm doin' it like this

(I hope I do not get this by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
what? uh huh uh huh

well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you?
yo Quint, Quint come're who got a lighter?...Imani got a
lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mike)

why does your mother smoke pipe
with crack on the inside
she likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth
preachin' about
what the world's goin' on
I don' know what's up
the bitch smokes
a lotta heron
every day a hard
basehead
I don' know what to say
(where's bus (stop) we'll call you up)
let's pack the pipe

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x3)

who packs the booty on the side (wipe)
I crack
I've lost track
it's a cheap fuckin' pipe

I saw ya...
(say when)
the pipe dammit!

(now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run)

yo fatlip man
yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man
yo man
you got to tell the suckers what's up boy
yeah ha-ha

I got a letter from the dmv
the other day
I opened and read it
it said they were suckers
they tried to tell me that my license was suspended
I got offended
for a minute then pretended
that I never even got the damn letter
it's nine o'clock
on the dot
so I think I'd better
scoot off to school
'cause in class there's a test
I gotta dress fast
grab my glasses and my vest
oh damn
as hardheaded as I am
hopped in my hootie ride
pumped up the jam
put it in reverse
into first
and disperse and
from that very moment on my day got worse

as I was standing in the street
I suddenly seen the smoke
I know that Derek's on his way
I ran to get my coat
and a bag from the room
it took a minute, boom
hopped into the car
we drove away in a zoom
I assume doom
as we were drivin' on the gravel
at any given minute we could have a shortened travel
so I ramble
about my life (is that's a) shambles
should'a took the bus
a bus without the (silence horses)
oh nice
I wish we had good bikes
we need to exercise
maybe we could take a hike
an' you could give Sheri back those car keys
because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please

please
don't pull me over mr. officer
don't pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

away
to our destination
no license no insurance
not even registration
tags on the plate say december '82
car's so dirty it looks gray
but it's really blue
who would
think we're up to good
four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood
in hats and glasses
makin' funny passes
like drivin' slowly
playin' low-key for asses
knowin' damn well one shine will harrass us
and all the while
we see girls jog
Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog
then we made a right and I spotted one in tights (ooh)
(yo baby what's up, pull over)

(you live with your homeboys?...yeah I live with my
homeboys...that's where you're takin' me to your house
where your homeboys are?...I mean but they're not
home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw I aint got...)
(5-0 man, 5-0)

lights, action
without the camera
side-greens and high beams
two to a tee
the blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview
hot on the trail of an innocent being
my heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast
I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass
my tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack
what would happen to my girl and my record contract
yo fellas (what)
take off the baseball caps
word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
and throw on the glasses and give up the (tees)
oh please don't pull me over officer please
I'm discomboberated (what)
discomboberated (what)
discomboberated malfunctionated faded
f-a-d-e-d
I can't believe it's me
oh please
oh please
oh please
oh please
oh

please
don't pull me over mr. officer
don't pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

(you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have
ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me
a break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man...OK so, so
nobody has a license? OK uh,...how're you gonna accuse
me of doin' something dude...yeah you guys are definitely
goin' to jail here, OK let's get that impound truck uh right
over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to
jail)

Intro:

Yo man, you gotta be... you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge
and writin good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm sayin?
Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge...
Yeah, well you do that like right now
... and some wisdom for the people
What's up with that?
OK, I got it

(brothers and sisters)

Verse One: Booty Brown

Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?)
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk

Refrain:

Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that:

Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama

Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre

Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot
She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop
Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit
She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies

Refrain:

On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute
Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot
She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that

Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama

Verse Three: Fat Lip

Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat
I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek
I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium
way back in September
Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls
In some bright red boxer drawers
You said ya moms was pretty and young
But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue

Refrain:

Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut
And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that

Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama

Verse Four: Imani

Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
Cause that would blow me round the world in a day
We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet

Refrain:

Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot
With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that

Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama

Outro:

Ya mama got snake skin teeth
Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe
Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
(You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama
Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga
Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map
and see people wavin at her
Your mother got an Ouija board on her back
Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin
His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section
Tre's mama got Playdough teeth
Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit
Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor...

Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug,
His name was Lee, he drove a Z,
he'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus,
with my name last, on the looking glass,
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass

She keeps on passin me by...
When I dream of fairytales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell me
That I should quit chasin' and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shootin for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her (nigga)
all I can do is stare...
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
to get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her stride
Cause I won't have no more of this passin me by
Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin she didn't have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side: she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By lettin her pass I had proved to be a better man
She keeps on passin me by...

Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin in slow motion
when-ever she happens to walk by - why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try?
Wait, no, i did not really pursue my little princess with persistance;
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her;
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went:
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, PS love me tender
The letter came back three days later: Return to Sender
Damn!

She keeps on passin me by...

Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that you know
Yeah, and I bet you got layed back
Yeah, ima uh, Im a just sit in here for a couple of hours
Man, dont sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude
Oh no, Im kinda tired
Nah, we got a basket, were gonna fill this basket before we go, yo
Aight, bro
Cause there are otha fish...

(slim kid tre)
It took a second to register up in my branium
My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium
My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin
I had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin
This slimmy caught me peepin, this means she wasnt sleepin
On who I was, so she crept in like a hawk
In a minutes time, we adjourned to the floor
Ooh! I hit a high note cause of the way that she was walkin
We got into the groove, I didnt bust no, uh, hip-hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know, we got together, word, I thought wed be forever
Didnt have an um-ber-ella, now Im soaked in stormy weather
Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall itll be together
Never sympin, and leave your love life limp
Therell be no suicide attempts for this slim-trim kid
Cuz you know theres otha fish in the sea, that is, in the sea
In the sea that is

(chorus 3x)
(in the sea) you know theres otha fish in the sea that is

I reminisce, try to clear up all the myths
For an imaginary kiss with you again
Not even friends, though I wish that I could mend
Like a tailor and be olive oyls number one sailor
I ams what I am, still I falls like an anvil
Shes heavy on the mind sometimes its more than I can handle
But men arent supposed to tumble into the den b
Macho, but I hancho like pancho will give in
Family oriented, but not oriental
A dame is supposed to claim ya even if you drive a pinto
A hero is a sandwich, and a manwich is a meal
A marriage is a paper, are they fakin or for real?
Whats the deal dabbers? will you go tumbling after
Your man and take a stand or will you help him roll faster?
The reason why I ask you is because Im sick of this
Bitch lickin drip drip from a niggaz benefits
He doesnt even suit ya and hes surely not ya size
Im surprised that you slept on a heart thats worldwide
And when ya open up ya eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish
That ya dont bruise a limb, as ya swim with otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is

(chorus 3x)

Now, if there aint no mountain high enough
Why aint you climbin up?
My hand has been extended every since the day I lent it to ya
I thought I knew ya, but I didnt even know ya
Bro, youre stupid, cause ya thought youd catch a cupid
And you found that love aint two wiffs of shit
So I resign or quit
It aint even about the hips, or the lips or the tits or
Even the pussywhip, elizabeth, this is it
Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didnt fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
Id charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me
The kid is going crazy, they steppin with my lady
They workin on a baby, Im pushin up the daisies, but
Hey diddle diddle, I wont play second fiddle
To no man and stand firm on this
And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me big gibraltor miss
No, I wont diss, Im just like on to otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is

(chorus 3x)

You know theres otha, you know that theres otha
(chorus repeats 20x)

In the sea, baby (4x)

(I dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the
time...mad mad mad...so Tre, Tre since we smoke a lot of
mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen,
give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh
that old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your
mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho
bard)...man)

trapped in the cockpit
at forty thousand feet
the sky is the limit
but we superscede
the greed for the speed is like
way beyond limits
I grab my parachute with like
forks and spoons in it
and I'm falling
I'm falling
my heart rapid rushes
death before my eyes
oh why did I trust this
my reactions are repeated
over and over and over
oh it seems like I will never be sober

(get up, pack it in...high...I love gettin' high...Im'a get high
'till I die...can I have a light my brother...where is my bud)

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I look in every hip-hop magazine
it seems
that the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams
and the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts
I guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like Fouts
but his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
to let the touch he pass me by
let the (left) catch hell
if I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch
I know that Fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch
because the only itch I have is for the indoe or cess
so don't pass me that mess
or try to even protest
that it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine
won't you pack the pipe
and keep it movin' down the line

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I got a big ol' blunt
I'm lampin' on my front porch
about to put a torch to it
then Coco said don't do it
please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son
she sent him inside the house meanwhile my Sheri steadily rolled one
(what are you doing (daddy)?)
after the other
then another
'cause I'm rollin' in the dough
so we rolled in the indoe
as if the kid didn't know
he's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it
to make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided
about the bud
now I have to play the part of the advisor
because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer
the bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser
(figaro)
so I said come're little man
(whatcha want old man)
and with his little hand
he grabbed the pipe
a lesson in buddah blessin'
not too young
just right
so he started blazin'
it was amazin'
my lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
but who am I to deny the kid a try
at nature's little way of sayin' hi?
(thank you old man)
so pack

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x4)

twisting turning burning
rings of fire when I come into ya layer
say ya pay yer fare for the fee
I see
the pipe
the pipe is what I like
I'm Imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I really want to smoke it
(...)
I choke it
the indoe no jokin'
I'm doin' it like this

(I hope I do not get this by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
by anybody
what? uh huh uh huh

well where's Quinton, Quinton, Quinton where are you?
yo Quint, Quint come're who got a lighter?...Imani got a
lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mike)

why does your mother smoke pipe
with crack on the inside
she likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth
preachin' about
what the world's goin' on
I don' know what's up
the bitch smokes
a lotta heron
every day a hard
basehead
I don' know what to say
(where's bus (stop) we'll call you up)
let's pack the pipe

the pipe, the pipe
let's pack the pipe
(x3)

who packs the booty on the side (wipe)
I crack
I've lost track
it's a cheap fuckin' pipe

I saw ya...
(say when)
the pipe dammit!

(now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run)

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
HELL YEAH!
Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master)
HELL YEAH!
So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)
So everybody get on up
and turn this mutha out!

Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all
I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear
for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin
Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the park
and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's
just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it
Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang
It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop)

The debonair MC, in the place to be
Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
So the party won't stop until the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
When I play b-boy don't miss y'all
Some people wear all that Fila gear
Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! HOOOOOO!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop
Throw your hands in the air
and wave em like you just don't care
If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH!
OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop
Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
Back and forth, forth and back
I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack
Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?)
Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn!!

Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from L.A.
Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old
And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I bust my move
Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
Sucker MC try to call my bluff
You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all
Please please y'all, please please check it out
y'all, yeah yeah y'all
Yeah, please, please check it out
So stomp your feet, and clap your hand
While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand
On the turntable, one and two
We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you
Like this...
Like this...
Like this...
Do that shit, do that shit, do it!

All my rhymes are hard as HELL
I am the one and I PREVAIL
You will SAIL, you will FAIL
I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what?

Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all
y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Party over here! Party over there!
Party right here! Party right there!
Party over there! There's a party in the trunk