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from More Music From 8 Mile (8마일) [ost] (2003)
Can't keep runnin' away.....
Verse One: Fat Lip I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form free. Said I'm gonna get some before they knockin' out me. I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze in other words just freeze Verse Three: Knumbskull #1 It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders heavy as boulders but I told ya till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told ya and that's all I showed ya and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity Can it be I'm a celebrity whose on the brink of insanity Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and... But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'... |
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from Freedom Writers (프리덤 라이터스) by Mark Isham [ost] (2007)
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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that
feeling(x4) (Imani) Let me entertain you And Interphaze you, with the new sound the sound is the "cyde" And the PHAR is the "CYDE" And no matter who you are, you know you can't HYDE! not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars! no matter who you are! So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that feeling(x4) (Slim Kid 3) Time to go all the way with it Don't just sit there and stare or play with it cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds the Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feeds step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew reality until it stood still now your far from a lie when the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we'z already in the skies or outer space standing here on the face of this earth to the state to the grid of my turf where my mom gave birth to all that she loves be it small to othersbut yo its bigger than love they did a cross examination of it but you can't duplicate the stae of our relations thru translations that's not the ticket breaking code in Heiroglyphics trying to get down to the specifics You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that feeling(x4) (Bootie Brown) Yo! when money talks fools are always checkin' depositing their two cents Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance that becomes a hinderance for them to rise When you going to recognize, time waits for no man when you going to stand and... Get up offa that Bullshit, stop fighting that feeling You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that feeling(x4) (Suave) Yo, Yo, now let me change the topic just a bit talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits Comin' to the club looking for a star ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar scoping around looking for the best dressed, smelling for the indo passing up the stress sniff sniff yo what does the iahp smell A brotha like Suave with pockets that swell action was thrown the iahp was blown next thing you know I had her at my home all alone object to get paid the only thing that happened was her ass got laid Now no end and her ass was sprung Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung So listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping ho's It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough So... You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit (x6) Stop fighting that feeling |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
(Imani)
"None of that's true" We do it not you That' why I got you stuck on to my style like glue! The crew definitely is back again but I'm back to win so just tell a friend that I'm still twisting and bending minds and rhymes until the very end with the rhymes and the loops stomping out wack troops in my big black boots collecting respect and the loot! From the way I grab the microphone and execute, "iahp's" think I'm cute (Bootie Brown) (SAY WHAT?) Yo man, I pay them no attention I stay deep into the cut cause I leave the tricks alone cause my name is not David Copper-Filled pockets, never net a man who don't hate it so let it be stated niggas couldn't fade it with an edit, and Xerox M.C.'s are pathetic, they tryin' to duplicate but their comin' out synthetic the name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget it. (X2) Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre We do it this way We do it this way (Fatlip) I step toward the MIC grinnin' the lyrical imperial award winnin' rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it because my shit be poppin' like gin & juice I seduce these iahps to get loose when I'm droppin' these rhymes on drums like my nigga Def Jef my style is more unknown than what happens after death I come fresh like your breath after your brush wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed (Slim Kid3) Well it's apparent that many are so transparent you can't believe ya eyes when ya starin it's ghostly and mostly the wise who yeah they just run these games before ya eyes to tell you lies framed in gold glitter for many moons I've been a go getter took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters now them mutha fuckas ain't wit us to get us m-walk shake the cut through their neutro-transmitter (X2) Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre We do it this way We do it this way (Imani) You must respect me because I come directly from my internal while my eternal infernos steadily towering and over-powering all sour sounding wishin' wishy-washy competition definitely wack and lackin' and stable ammunition change ya mission men and listen my way your salutations get no validations just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi (Slim Kid3) Come on and taste the real step on inside and confide in the feel I reside by steel waters just a gear on the wheel no fear on the steel just a son of Jiva who won't leave my field |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
(Bootie Brown)
I was standing, one of the cast of many I would give anything to swing hand in hand with her But it was just a blur I couldn't blame her, why give up fortune and the fame for a nigga who can barely afford his name So the dame kept aim at the stars I'm often thinking about her when I'm waitin on calls across the border Made sure my rhymes in order cause that moment could be near and it was Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here So I appear and perform international The time came she stepped to me I thought rational But she knew I wanted it she walked around and flaunted it like a peacock I knocked the Reebok Now she jock Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell Had to check myself as well love boat won't sail Cause I'm not captain let them know from the start I let you break me off but I won't let you break my heart (Slim Kid3) So I'm surrounded by bitchery now this is the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history So watch if you will the moment some good shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil Still burnin shit now and I'm still learnin how not to fuck With ya baby or make ya my old lady You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block the sunlight with all of that hype and now I'm discontinue'n All of this pipe that I've been layin as long as you keep swayin to anotha crew's tempo I gotta let you go and that's simple so get it through ya two temples because I'm tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho and you're exempt and I won't symp on a write off So step out my world and turn the light off (Fat Lip) She was my high school sweetheart down from start When all I had was high hopes my health and my art But when I got fame she became unsure If I could still feel the same when I came off tour I said "for sure" cuz what God gave us, girl, I'm grateful No need to be insecure baby your nigga's faithful So now I'm off doin' dates in a gang of states And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights At the backstage gate lookin' great straight waitin for a nigga so now I figure "Hey I only live once I'm goin' all out today" Made a call out to L.A. to say what had to say... Now I get back the very next week only to learn the tables turned like a technique twelve hundred Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every night gettin blunted And zooted with a clique of well known reputed groupie hos from all the hip hop shows Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame for turnin her out into a hip hop freak Now I seek counseling from a therapist twice a week (Imani) So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the freak Instantly she made another selection because he was in the lime plus had the money connection "correction" "way more paid" is why she laid and played A charade in the game of deception This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress of the mattress cuz she's a wanna be mack-tress Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused in the lake of illusion with no values is why they're constantly losin' |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
Rollin herbals for the verbals. Extractions and Distractions.
If I had another sack I would roll it up, I would light it up, then I would pass it around (4x) Joints. Blunts (blunts). and a Bong (bong). Any which way, I can never go wrong. (wrong) Smoke bud (herb) all night (night), all day (day), all night (night). Whatever time. (time) It's the right time for me. (right) You know what time it is. I'm down with tha P-H-A-R-Cyde (Can you?) To rock up in you - I got the microphone. I twist you and burn you and bend you like sinew. Back. Run away, run away. I don't understand (various adlibs) No more teachers. No more bitches. No more hoes, and that's how it goes. I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot that'll make ya just gotta get a scoop. Check. 'Spect. I want a Check. I want some 'Spect. |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state as I invade their masquerade they couldn't fade with a clipper blade 10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it I let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading, they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. they have no key, or no clue to the game at all now they washed up hung out to dry standing looking stupid wondering why (why man?) it was the fame, that they tried to get now they walking around talkin about represent and keep it real, but I got to appeal cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel Slim Kid 3: rock a bye baby, listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying tear after tear in the puppet man's hands every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance and the worlds at a stand-still deep in broken mansville trapped in the moat with an anvil, still killing yourself, and dogging ya health you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself Knumbskull #1: (shit is-shit is ill) through my will my flow still will spill toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute when I execute, acutely over the rhythm on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em got em mad and tremblin cause I been up in my lab assemblin misslies, to bomb the enemy because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency currently I think we're in a state of an emergency cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow and I think they can't follow they can't swallow, the truth because it hurts this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is I'm going to make a million |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
(Slim Kid3)
Beam me up Scottie not as to where I have no control of my body tweaking diodes I walk the roads like karate masters most the time my mind be ghost like Casper sinkin faster But coming up in this shit sometimes I'm alienated under rated suckas hate it that I made it as a misfit But you know if the shoe fit's Im'a wear it like a glass slipper Hike to the big dipper dip like a skipper not top could be tipper (say what?) but fools be tryin to rape friends to make friends And that's one big twisted ass picture like Jack the ripper Caught up in the net like Flipper on a tuna protest yeah Where's the focus got me fuckin with these friends and they're crackin my lens and now shit be'z foul as a mutha Word to my sistas and my brothas and my color (2X) Hey you... Can I take up a moment of your precious time to realize and define the whole truth... Hey you... Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you (Imani) Because of my high altitude the attitude of this one dude was just so lewd that he was viewed as rude and pursued by the CYDE -- he was booed and chewed like food in the feud Ending a career way shorter than an interlude and dude The word I heard is that your vision is blurred That's why you speackin the word so absurd BUT you get exactly what you deserve As I hit and you swerve to hit the curb Cuz you be totally guilty of the filthy type phrasing faltering for sure under pressure Overhype and amazing Hey you... Can I take up a moment of your precious time to realize and define the whole truth Hey you... Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you Hey you... Can I take up a moment of your precious time to realize and define the whole truth Hey you... Yeah take up a moment and clarify this for you |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
If you're listening...
And we go round and round Life is just a moment in time... (Slim Kid3) I recall being three when Sunny passed away one of the greatest in my eyes till this very day too young to understand but understood the ways of good and evil life and death was in the breath of times fate and God only knows that kept Peggy straight cuz in the very next year my Aunt Dorothy was the late, more beautiful than the word it was like killing a mocking bird She was so young like the new year was all you heard almost saw it so clear the good times that we had when my momma showed me pictures life wasn't so bad I got baby sat by Pat when Bedie was a small guy and in our cousins eyes we were both small fries, Jazzywazzys growing up to be a big girl now Father figure understands a man might like her profile I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style both you and Ebony I be damned if this short life ain't heavenly peace and harmony family season and it goes... And we go round and round Life is just a moment in time... |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
We gotta hustle ya'll We gotta hustle
(Bootie Brown) Lookin to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize careful not to jeopardize on my chances Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances. I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado. I never been one to follow I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up. Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up. Asshole, watch cash flow take a downfall when your shit not on the ball. Who you gonna call? Hustle hustle hustle hustle (Schmooche) First you see a flash & then you smell smoke Schmooche cat, controllin the whole scene as my people choke, the hustle I want to be down & all off into it like Russell Simmons, I like the women's The hers not the him, Ipass L's to my bredren In my pocket stacks ends but I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir place down your bottle I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle and get her overheated ready to be treated for the Schmooche Cat addiction affection To her state and being I had her seeing triple visions blue mountain tops and purple valley wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal Tryin not to get coated up in the evil This goes out to all my hustling people... Just do it do it do it... do it do it do it (Randy Mac) Smokin doja in the south central streets keep me noid til I puff bomb E T just to fill the void and recollect the word of a Vet once put me down with Be about your paper mack and watch the folks you clown with life's a hustle have money have heart My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part and chasin papes from the nine six to infin Blazin endo stems sippin yack and straight Hen Gettin twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin wit more cross over appeal that Van Exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no Cavi stressin to maintain self preservation up in Cali My partners of mine are skyballin out of control but I ain't feelin that part of the game so Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time popo & the jakes would love to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome and see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem For all the haters is regulated Some do it illegal Brothers just want more than their equal Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it (Big Boy) You see back in the days crime pays But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways now let me break this down I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes, and new jackin like Nini Brown puttin suckas in fear Lettin ya know Big Boy is the nigga in charge over here I'm buying new shoes and new clothes Give me one of them two of these aw fuck it Nigga give me three of those My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1 Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done Then that game went astray fools droppin dime Catchin time and brothas gettin blown away So Suavecito my Negrito put me with the Pharcyde Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside Makin papes makin tapes doin dates All over the world in each and every state Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin tracks But still got fat backs and fat stacks Yo Bootie Brown I guess I'm out paper chase hustle that's what it be about Some do it illegal Brothas just want more than their equal Tryin not to get caught up in the evil this goes out to all my hustling people... just do it do it do it... do it do it do it |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
(Slim Kid3)
The way that momma raised us was pure faith So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us Or lay us down to sleep Know the wolf from the sheep Or the sheep who cried wolf And threw the deadly hoof While the wolf was asleep I keep my mind a ghost Follow my heart the most Don't play fools too close Sleep with my eyes at post So Diablo won't be hostin the game of life The knife sits by throats of the young and blows death straight through the lungs as the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums But we shall overcome cause we ain't dumb but we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts And the niggaz by the nuts Ear, tongue and butts Yeah, they're trying to fuck us up but, shit, you know what's up We gotta get with the movement and move men soon They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of their doom Best believe they're gonna shove em in a tomb Chorus: repeat 4X Cause Everytime I step to the microphone I put my soul on 2" reels That I don't even own (Bootie Brown) Early Saturday mornin I was cartoon gazin slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl with some Raisin Bran as I ran up and down the TV stations I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of this nation by a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened Everything's the same the game continued into rappin Deception is at an all-time high You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie But you know I keep on rappin til the break of dawn even though it is my soul that I do not even own Chorus: repeat 4X (FatLip) I was po', nlack and broke beyond a shadow of a doubt Ass-out, wide open waitin for my shit to come on out Speakin about the time before I got signed I was coolin behind Coolio in the County Line My big brother used to say I was an asshole didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle of high school, why fool wit' foolish rules and guidelines fuck the cap and tassels said forget the trade and tried rhymes Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2 me and my nigga L.A. Jay back at S.C.U. I grab the MIC one-time Check it, 1-2, we in freakin' major flavors with my fellow Nubians Takin shit to the next level Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin devil |
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from The Pharcyde - Labcabincalifornia (2000)
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This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D (Imani) Now everyday I wake up I take out time to give thanx that I'm still existing Still insisting that my people open up their eyes up and wise up so we all can rise up WAY ABOVE the rim of the muck But we can't if we're stuck In I don't give a fuck And lost in a daze Lost in a maze Trapped in amazement and hard as cement is the head And that why soon everything'll be dead And red is the color of the blood that's spilling And hella amounts is the totals of the killing I'm tellin' ya is the sky is falling But all you're worried about is sky bailing You're failing way outta control And you ain't doing nothing but losing ya soul (chorus) This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D (Kamau) Well I suppose that time is coming to a close I got no need for jewels cars and clothes Need to slow my roll but can't grab control It's unpredictable when we will go I don't really know but it seems it's coming soon The way that niggaz actin we headed for our doom but we assume that we immune to death while niggaz drippin sweat tryin to hold their breath but aah! they slept while the time just crept Now they tryin to awake but it ain't much left Sometimes I think we blind either No hope or faith my people can't wake up We sleepin through the day Think it's all great but to me it really ain't When its time to face reality we turn to a drank or some dank then we can't think straight lets try to make a change for its gets too late cuz (chorus) This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D (Imani) Now everyday I wake up, I be rolling down the street Bumping my beat but they try to defeat, My cause, but I'm a rebel So I can't pause, But all these laws (All these laws) Why, up is where I try to keep, But shit still gets deep (deep) how deep?, Deeper than a 6ft grave And it's about that time I be more than a slave (chorus) This ain't nothin but the end So follow me into the sun and let your soul be free The E-N-D The E-N-D The E-N The E-N The E-N-D |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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! |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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.... |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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! |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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 |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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 |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
(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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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... |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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... |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
(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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Bizzarre Ride 2 The Pharcyde (1992)
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 |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
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... |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state as I invade their masquerade they couldn't fade with a clipper blade 10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it I let you take a swing, and you bunted for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading, they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E. they have no key, or no clue to the game at all now they washed up hung out to dry standing looking stupid wondering why (why man?) it was the fame, that they tried to get now they walking around talkin about represent and keep it real, but I got to appeal cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel Slim Kid 3: rock a bye baby, listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying tear after tear in the puppet man's hands every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance and the worlds at a stand-still deep in broken mansville trapped in the moat with an anvil, still killing yourself, and dogging ya health you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself Knumbskull #1: (shit is-shit is ill) through my will my flow still will spill toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute when I execute, acutely over the rhythm on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em got em mad and tremblin cause I been up in my lab assemblin misslies, to bomb the enemy because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency currently I think we're in a state of an emergency cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow and I think they can't follow they can't swallow, the truth because it hurts this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is I'm going to make a million |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
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... |
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
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) |
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Can't keep runnin' away.....
Verse One: Fat Lip I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze in other words just freeze Verse Three: Knumbskull #1 It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders heavy as boulders but I told ya till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told ya and that's all I showed ya and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity Can it be I'm a celebrity whose on the brink of insanity Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and... But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'... |
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love You can't keep love lonely Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back It be's the sex appeal that's from the next And not necessarily the sex And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and as it stands mysteriously Curiosity it kills the cat and Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in Behind these fantasies with no action Searchin for a remedy Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry That flairs when her desire's on fire Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire (2X) And she said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (Fatlip) I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace So I waste no time to kick my line I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine" So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down" I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when... She said... It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight so I granted her wish (T. Hardson) Now Daddy's home But she's been waitin all night So we could be alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home No time soon So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby Yeah, maybe we could be cool Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools... You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now... Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby... And she said I'll give you the world if you want it Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby If you got to have it And she said You know that she said And she said She said And she said She said And she said She said, I'll give you the world if you want it I'll give you the world if you need it ... |
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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) |
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from The Pharcyde - Sold My Soul [The Remix & Rarity Collection) (2005)
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... |
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from The Pharcyde - Plain Rap (2002)
(Intro - Imani)
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'd like to welcome all of you Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman You are here with the three conductors of rhythm Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase (beat change) (Imani/Citizen Strange) Where ya at, where ya at? They keep asking where ya been We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde What's the gripe, clown, turn that hype down You had your chance but wasn't able to advance Now you're stuck in a trance All caught up in our rhythmic avalanches Biting our sound like sandwiches You fucked up your chances Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled But had no real substance so under pressure you fold Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats Trying to get skeets, huh Yup, they trying to get mine but I walk that fine line Cause fools carry heat like sunshine Damn! Pharcyde's popping, they hipping and they hopping And it ain't no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin Banging until they jaws is dropping, again (Chorus x2) When it seems there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) Waiting around, it's like a hot day to burn it up With another hot plate, got your neighbours irate Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system >From your residence to your auto, niggas envious Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle Por favor, give you what you want and more At the record store, first letters ?h' as in phosphorous Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous A fool with money is quick to part Some things start off sweet and end up tart I speak in the front like a (???) When you was expectant it the crew and I connected Keep it collective from first to last Is it banging is the question that they ask (Chorus) (Slimkid3) Impressed with the wrong impression About this rap shit, it's more than my profession It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man Out of the soft, stressing, I fall down to my knees For my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute Cause greed had me testing my own fate My own self-worth and how it goes to waste All these things that I'm supposed to face It gets scary on my planet sometimes My intuition in the back of my mind Tells me right from wrong Giving me strength to write this song I might not be here long So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream Cause it made me delirious All cats are curious entering wrong (Chorus x4) |
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from The Pharcyde - Plain Rap (2002)
(Slimkid3)
Aiyo we got five minutes, man! Yo, yo Brown. Sup, man, we got five minutes Imani, let's go..Yo, Ro! Let's go.. (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) Devastating rhyme creating, innovating Got you anticipating the arrival of the Cyde Don't you worry, hold it down just like Burry (?) Well-seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping Ready for the sabotage while the entourage Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod Our lyrics blend like camouflage You be wondering what's happened like Rog (Imani/Citizen Strange) Yeah, son zoom like the moon You and your whole cartoon platoon Gets eradicated, y'all barely made it Listen to the words of the man, now I'm hella faded Now I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state it Your entire empire is tired, y'all need to retire Like an old player cause your flavor is now expired! (Slimkid3) Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize, respect Resurrect em like they're holy, holding blessed communion Redesign laws of union in a revolution Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies Steals your breath and then you die, no one heard you cry Now he's off to the next man's urging eye Our excursion eliminates those folks that's purging Like virgin we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery (Chorus x2) On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt Companies perfected how to jerk Crews come together, put some love back in it Network, we network! (Black Thought) You tossed aside, talk/hustle is the way we survive Cover your ears, your clothes, your eyes then look alive The most high, draw swift out the holster Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and culture It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street Then rise through concrete with new and improved beats And kick emcees in they teeth with steel cleats Extreme like war and peace but none the least (Imani/Citizen Strange) We retract it, then the bullshit got subtracted Then you got attacked and attracted to this matter it's Like a magnet, truly expression through touring Two majestic rap bands exploring foreign lands With the mic in hand I cold took command You here to destroy, we here to build and plan Hella faded from the trees we bought, beware Cause you can get caught by the all-out Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man through Some lab test, grab vest while I commence To execute with acute precision, cause collision Got caught up in the head bobbing, neck jerking And trying to get my polished shine networking Merging, converging to split your melon Have you screaming yelling, crew bail in The complete steez, young cats look up to us Like trapeze, they love the way we swing it It's the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nits Got individuals expecting residuals for the mic (Chorus) (Black Thought) Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt You're now in tune to the sounds of the expert A hundred flave-ahs of this widespread chaos About to blow like the sextet of Miles Dave-ahs Thought from the Illafive on the Phar-cidic The blizzard isotona rap style, y'all can fit it The head farmer, crush/kill the bad karma Full body armor sounds, emcees can never hit it (Slimkid3) Venom when I spit it, backdraft when we lit it Blow like chemical contents, I exercise this convent Who done this cause we did this, booked and fingerprinted Unlimited turn, early bird catches the worm My penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burn Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germ Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like sherm Keep you up until the end of the term (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatment Find it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep shit Climbing, you're on it like Carlich Hymen (?) My skills I always polish it up till it's shining Like a brother with a brand new Lex Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs With laser lights make the red dot Bring it your face while you're blinking (Imani/Citizen Strange) White white hot, thermal Burn your shit down like a towering inferno Selecting and connecting them peckish grooves To make you move, move you all like you fall Verbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like aerosol (Chorus x3) |
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from The Pharcyde - Plain Rap (2002)
Uh, I know you,
You used to ride up high on your green steed Usually after they come down Fools come back around Sniffing out the weed In dire need of just some Simple conversation For some inspiration Well accustomed to being unwelcome Exclamation, no comma More drama from your common Or regrets that keeps coming back like Shadows at sunset Some sweat while we move They try to blackmail this black male With weak stories and frail ass tales Your worthless Ruthless, movements won't do it So don't do it Your envy is hungry like the wolf and duran duran And your plan is see through like seran Dried in the Sudan You need to come with a new plan Your loneliness was the cause of all of this behold It was no real reason for all that to be told Your brain is twitching, stop bitching Intertwining mine like stitchin' You and your uncontrollable, gullible, emotional conditions And misery (misery, misery, love) Why you wanna take me there? (company) With you, with you And misery (misery, misery, love) Why you wanna take me there? (company) With you, with you Claimin' to be a friend in need Troubles interwoven like tweed suits What's lower than soles on boots? A partner, you told to get his shit together Stayed in co-hoots Aggravated, agitated, misery he scoots Cumbersome, isolated, bad villains migrated Tryin' to take me down under Treat me like aborigines Knock to ground like tees at the matches Who realizes the turn disasters Got me thinking negative With things developing the bonk And brings a whole new pitch Changin' my frame of thought Caught by the misery you brought And always wanna bring Love to cling like static Start static You exist to create a panic, sorrow, ruin the mood Random craters destroy the good vibe Words can't describe, portray, But I'm not down with your forte of disarray You make my spirit decay Cause my focus to stray And misery (misery, misery love) Why you wanna take me there? (company) With you, with you And misery (misery, misery love) Why you wanna take me there? (company) With you, with you I ask myself this question: Is freedom what I really want? Soaking in a boola pain Dreaming what my love has been For life I recall being born again twice 'Cause every time I reach for what ain't real I fall on the knife and die Or drown in my tears around the reason why We ain't achieving it Instead of just believing in God almighty, not the almighty God Selling souls for bargain prices Always make me holler Smart enough to be a scholar Dumbfounded on the dollar, though One step for mankind Makes a million miles of trying for Once you live in luxury, a million things are dyin' A million voices lying Never add up to the truth Ninety-eight percent of that makes me want the other two To complete this love Wishin' to help my condition Every day, I'm wishin' And every way, I'm hopin' and wishin' And misery, (misery, misery ahh) Why you wanna take me there? (company) With you with you And misery (misery, misery, love) Why you wanna take me there? (company) With you And misery (misery, misery love) Why you wanna take me there? (company) With you, with you And misery (misery, misery love) Why you wanna take there? (company) With you, with you |
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from The Pharcyde - Plain Rap (2002)
(for nights, and days we blaze)
inhale, don't it feel good? pass it around so we all could be on the same plain, i dwell amongst the clouds dream of other styles, captivate, (meditate) open a bag that hasn't been touched a pile of bud, a sack of blunts get backwoods to get back, good fools... ...number one cash drop five g's to drop with no seeds to pop, time to recop, throw the stress in the trash can as we laughin at the afghan of the herb i'm a fan thc, keep it all in me cant you see i'm gonna get some bubble gum... been around the world like puffy puffin in exotic hot spots (in exotic pot spots)... ...spit from heaven above, hourly dove she started from the seed to sex the female couldn't cut her, couldn't taste her till the hairs was half pale trade affiliated chillin 96 degrees in the shade faded and god bless my dj ty keepin my dubs wise pockets broke in size haterism on the rise (no joke, man) lacin up, tokin herbals, tokin verbals fuzzy like gerbals off the plant i pick it, to the paper i stick it, fine lime fruity smell makes even staights wanna kick it, taste it, better organically grown, sun basted i go batty batty batty burnt seats in the caddy due to 320 hollow forlescent sodium clipped and transplanted females, have your eyes slanted iris burgundy, phasing in and out... ...with lots of laughs and a couple of blunts... ...up the charts i'm scalin, i got the bomb for you, theres no need for hatin i got nugs you can hug like pimps it don't mean a thing to me just don't double clutch, pass the stuff i know you had enough gettin all freaky and stuff trees for breakfast, trees for lunch rockin weed, kool aid punch, neslie crunch crunch buds lots of love and peace sign i feel fine... (for nights and days we blaze) hella zoned, hella blown hit up my man on the telephone fried, sky high bake for the day, fry now pay later comin up on the superb herb... ...flowers, thc powers got me higher than sears towers... |
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from The Pharcyde - Plain Rap (2002)
Rush, rush, rush, rush
(Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) What gets your adrenaline pumping? Overtaking Mental thought process move quickly to attain And acquire that state of being all desires seen Some get theirs nostril schemes Old men chasing nothing over nineteen The rush is good but not the right thing Too long or too fast, gotta spend lots of cash Break fast, brakes then mash, gotta make it on time (Imani/Citizen Strange) Rush, through my veins I can feel the blood gush Gushing, adrenaline rushing, increased heart beating Pulsating, no time for debating, no waiting, rush Like getting busted, butt-naked fucking Rushing to have sex, rushing death, that's suicide Pharcyde give you a rush like holding a gun on nitrous oxide Or like rolling up on me, man, looking right in my eyes How women feel when the tongue slides up and down her thigh Ever tried bungee jumping? I had a real surprise Try flying high in the skies then jumping out and parachuting The way a man feels prior to an execution, rush Eyes bulge, face flushed, scared of heights? Try being stuck in an elevator falling a thousand flights Look out for the, rush Everybody's in a, rush (Imani/Citizen Strange) Under pressure we hold it steady Nothing will be delivered before it's ready (Rush) If so? It's okay, later they'll pay Rushing to do nothing, rushing trapped in traffic Gridlocked, speeding up corners Stay stressed but they cannot rush Rushing to flush the rest of the evidence A pure rush like turbulence They wanna hurry me, they try to worry me But they can't hurry me unless it's an emergency And if it ain't, huh, then please stand by Imani needs to take time to plan mine But if I gotta do it on the fly I'll do it on the fly But why, why? Rush, rush, rush, rush.. (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) Smoking blunts, driving ninety racing on the Pasadena 110 First drop on the colossus, it settles in over shadows Engraved in the eyes when a real emcee battles With his opponent, I use it as one component Linked to the drive when the beat is dropped I wanted the force to move but rush turns your brain to mush Stimulation lush, with danger we brush Sometimes it's the only thing sustaining us It's the, rush Look out for the, rush Everybody's in a, rush Beware of the, rush |
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Beat...beats
Bangin' Blingin' lights No fights Strictly the viiibe The hyphe shit Packed with freaks with all types of tight shiiit Glam or ous No rush Patienty waiting For the perfected performace With friends Im rolling blunts Holding cups filled with heenn Chilleennn With iice Feelin niiice Ive only beeen To this spot twice And it only geets Better With tiiime But it woulda been 100% better If i wasnt outside All night standing on liiine Trying to get in fo free or less Unless Out side on line cuz the homie The homie got the wrong code address Add it to the stress Yea we got in but i can hardly see Makin my way through the peoples Like swimmin' through the seaa Dope Damn the epitomyyy CAPPA tope E take it to a higher degreee Cipher...bound Whats it like to (rough?) arraaaound In the twenty one gun salute Man Competion dont rest Like a veteran in battle Standing outside In the line Knees rattle Heart beat sinks with the vibrations that fleet From the harmonic corridors me and my party freakin' to Ace that came before Didnt even have the taste The musi The lights Wait till they embrace Like Love is doing a slow jam Duck in the shadows Wait for a change in the program While i roll a gram point five One fifty one got me spinnin' with the viiibe Barely got behind security we got the ride Alright backup the guest list is closed Yo homie i cant handle that Man i got like forty bux And i could hook you up with a lil weed Aight kick it up twenty mo' Man we straight? Mirror mirror on the wall Who is the fairest Whose the big baller Run his shit in the terrace Girls Dream apparets Wanted by sugar daddy derrace He swishen off the everclear But we can see the clearess I feel it a mile away So baby let us come and let us give it Roll me with those eyes again I hope he understand You wanna live out your fantasies Out with another man Flakin on your girlfriends Gettin' lost on carol anne And pull two guys Rum and coke Hold the ice I belive they're all the price The covercharge of living large In between the social margin They be paying the price So you can be the superstar -Pharcyde Guestlist lyrics Dont know if its perfect... |
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from The Pharcyde - Plain Rap (2002)
(Slimkid3)
Yo..inhale, exhale Been a long time coming, still a long way to go Evolution of manhood Evolution, revolution (Slimkid3) Born with sight but became sightless Rehabilitated visions from being frightened In the dark, just bits of light when Lightning sparks, thunder rumbled Chasing courage from the heart Searching for solitude without a solitary card Knees bleeding but proceeding to pray to God Forever humble but before a man boys stumble Before there was peace vast lands had crumbled Apart - from the truth a great distance Met with many guides to provide assistance To shorten that distance with me and the Maker The mind was overthrown by the Undertaker The Devil's a faker, see he lied to me Singing sweet sad songs to mesmerise But my eyes have seen four dimensions Now gather your strength for all these bad intentions (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) That you seem to get when you get a little older Days a lot colder, used to cry upon my mama's shoulder Til pop finalised it, I analysed it, can fantasize With your manhood, make your plan good With the back up, unfortunately niggas act up Seems to be no solution, too many facing execution Then I know many ready to leave the revolution On their evolution to manhood, manhood (Chorus 2X: Diana Brooks) When a boy becomes a man Takes time to understand The ways of the world today (Chorus: Pharcyde) Step by step, day by day Don't let the negative vibes lead the 'Cyde astray We keep the positive vibes till everything is okay On the evolution to manhood, to manhood (Imani/Citizen Strange) We realised it then re-devised it then excercised it Got connected and we checked and it's correct That the soul extends far beyond this fleshy existence The rest is still trapped in ignorance, giving resistance From a distance, interference from far away But neither Tim nor Anfernee had a harder way On getting here, I'm spitting clear Connecting with the energies from near and far away Karma, karma come back like a riccochet To hit ya so I'm coming with the scripture For the fixture, get the picture? (Chorus) |
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from The Pharcyde - Plain Rap (2002)
(Hispanic Woman)
What the world needs is true expression From the soul and the heart What the world needs is you and me What the world needs is the universe and love Please remain seated (Slimkid3) People walk with the eyes of a child And a smile so innocent and a heart so militant Brain's got an ill intent so be intense Some friends at the margin Making summer streams harden All these bulls shitting Trying to milk me by the carton But, uh, excuse me sir, I begs your pardon Can't you see how low the hole has gotten? Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it Dying, still we're relying on who? In this case I face the grace Of my unseen God Even the taste of what's seemingly odd Relieving what stress I manifested From the weight of the world on my chest Feeling restless, ready to hurt someone But a hurt that size never eased the eyes To no one, it's no fun Selfless shades of living Got to feel each day that's given (Chorus 2X: Slimkid3/Woman) Now what the world needs is a love That's sweeter than the melodies That makes you go around and round and round (Imani/Citizen Strange) In too many situations I'm finding more complications Than childirth but this my earth and I'm a Conscious creature of creation Here/hear with my imagination Living for my son, dying for my son Walking into the Sun, each one teach one And it's love that completes the mission And adds to everything that you thought was missing Listen, you got to keep your mind, body and soul in check In this land of no respect, where it's all about the cheque I'm looking for a better day Thinking that there's got to be a better way Ask Tre, when I'm challenged I use my talents to balance And to rise like helium Using love to find that happy medium Forget that hostility Cause with love there's always a possibility (Chorus) (Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction) Attempts at convincing me To downplay another man's form of expression That's not what I'm here to do I fear it too but the future is now And how can I make a song That makes the world sing songs of love And peace When everyday's a fight with hate and the beast On what seems like unfair grounds Everybody I know is loading up rounds For protection, well being and safety Which is capitalised Watching out for niggas fantasizing that they're Tupac With only two cents, way too tense Looking to prove and convince That they're big balling But their neighbours was calling Now they're hauling that ass out to Chino Got a girl with the bambino on the way Due like a library textbook Writing letters, praying to God That my son is not the next crook Sent out to join Poppa Wish life was like a soap opera With the happy ending But you know love is always recommending (Chorus) (Scott Wilson) Do we believe that we're civilized, sophisticated or advanced So quick to draw blood if given a chance We dance with the Devil and romance with his rage With a curse on our mind our prayers seem vague The plague that sweeps across the garden is fear Scared of our questions for the days that come near So we stand guard over our bag of fool's gold Never bowing our heads for the souls that we sold And it's cold for the heart that stays towards itself And only feels love for the abundance of wealth But you can't pay your way through the gates of paradise And you can't camouflage your grief from God's eyes But lucky for us the Creator sees clear With visions of times when we shed few tears When our smiles have stretched from ear to ear All the steps that we've travelled from year to year And he loves who we are deep down inside Forgives all the hatred, the greed and the pride It's the same kind of love that could keep us afloat When we all realise we need the same boat With our hands interlocked we could carry the Sun And bring forth the light where the damage was done So let's do the raindance and water the seeds And pray that the harvest brings what we all need |
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