• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• She Said - The Pharcyde
• Somethin That Means Somethin - The Pharcyde
• The Hustle - The Pharcyde
• The Rubbers Song - The Pharcyde
• Soul Flower - The Pharcyde
• The End - The Pharcyde
• Y - The Pharcyde
• Ya Mama - The Pharcyde
• Officer - The Pharcyde
• Oh Shit - The Pharcyde
• Pack The Pipe - The Pharcyde
• Passin Me By - The Pharcyde
• Bullshit - The Pharcyde
• Devil Music - The Pharcyde
• Return Of The B-Boy - The Pharcyde
• Runnin - The Pharcyde
• Pharcyde - The Pharcyde
• Quinton's On The Way (Skit) - The Pharcyde
• 4 Better Or 4 Worse - The Pharcyde
• On The DL - The Pharcyde
• Otha Fish - The Pharcyde
• Emerald Buttafly - The Pharcyde
• Drop - The Pharcyde
• Groupie Therapy - The Pharcyde
• Funny Style Part One - The Pharcyde
• I'm That Type Of Nigga - The Pharcyde
• Hey You - The Pharcyde
• It's Jiggaboo Time - The Pharcyde
• If I Were President (Skit) - The Pharcyde
• Moment In Time - The Pharcyde
• Manifest - The Pharcyde

(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love you can't
leave 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'z 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'
stimulation 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 desires on fire quick
is the fuse anotha loves 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 a quarter pound
of bomb hemp feelin' a-ight 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 wit 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 little I say "How ya doin'" she say
"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 adibin 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 all alone This is an everyday thing so we hang out
by the phone tryin to build something real Working tips to
the bone so much loves gone astray that it won't be comin
home no time soon So I dance with the silhouette beneath
the moon and she said if satisfactions guaranteed nothin
else could come between the flight of a new love babe 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 I'll give you the world if you need it baby

I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
somethin that means somethin
somethin that means somethin
I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
(Romye)
Wasn't a black prophet wasn't in it for the profit
had a talk with Charlie Brown he was like "yo man get off it"
It's a business
the record companies are quick to end the fantasy
your trapped in and he tapped in my frequency
now I'm frequently going
over such and such ends that such and such owes
It's later for the fly girls and hoes
cause in this capitalistic society money is all
fuck continuing college, I was too small to play ball
so I grabbed the MIC device never thought about it twice
If you think this is a game nigga you better think twice...
I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
somethin
somethin that means somethin
somethin that means somethin
(Tre)
Time is just a faze and
life is just a riddle like
if you build a twinkie there's
a man in the middle with a
chick on the side that's along
for the fun so I see
her as a stallion and I
ride everyone, ban together
if your in the same level
most of us are free based
on bring rebels fightin causes
against the devil in the
heart of round meadows either
verbally or with the silhouettes
eyes cold as dark parks or
steel metal the world is never
settle cause it rotates like
ho cakes under glass, it's all
about ya future yet it's all
about ya past like how many
faces did ya mold in ya mask
before your free at last
eye ask, to be or not
people like ta see ya rot and die
somethin that means somethin
I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
somethin
somethin that means somethin
(Fatlip)
I'm the "F" the "A" the "T" the "L" the "I" the "P"
and everything I say be either fat or fly
You best believe I put in time to conceive
Deep concentration from sunrise to eve
and even in my sleep sometimes
rhymes formulate
free form, lyrical storms falling
from a cloudy brain
in my dream like state
Then I awake
to make these silly saps collapse
as I dilapidate the wack
When it comes to rhymes I'm kind of like a mack
I got these flows strollin up and down the track
so the dough I stack up in piles and piles
For my lyrical creation
travel miles and miles
to reach my destination
Been through so many trials
and many tribulations
but I do this shit, I do this shit, I do this shit
for the people of my nation
I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
somethin that means somethin
I gotta kick somethin that means somethin
somethin that means somethin

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

Roll me up/AIDS is wack
(repeat 16X)
You better stop!
[Slim Kid Tre]
It takes at least one woman true said
Though which rain doesn't calculate the fate
Sliding through the secret garden, I beg the pardons
Regarding the odds with my snake, he's such a slut
And every will of God it gets marked as a winner
Diggin in the hoes and the soap like a tenor sax
and baby got backs
Spread the fenders no one hinders yo I can't hold it back
in the darkness, many play like they won't get caught and
Every day we be up there stalkin
Pay attention when you're harkin embarkin
Territories never throws until we see the dolphin
caught in the tuna net, cause you will get
A birds eye triple high noose to the neck
Yo, who's read to go?
When Slim brings Grim to the show?
You better stop!
And think about it
(repeat 4X)
You better stop!
[Imani]
The beauty of the booty got me in a trance
In my pants I be squirmin, like Pee Wee Herman
From a single table dance but she knows I beez
No Pee Weed, cause I beez
Kingin like Kong cause my ding-a-ling's long
With my ding dong I make crotches sing songs
Make the guts say praise I'll pays for the duty
The day I go sliding, bare in a room
in a butt hot greasy slot
Without my unraveling what knots
What I gots is a plan and a plot
Already got the crotch, hoppin like scotch
Ready hot and willin but I know the penicillin ain't killin
this Public Enemy, so it's gonna be
Doomsday for the gift I flip
Gotta get a grip, crip, blood be trippin when I'm whippin
asses like cream, I know what you mean
I try to comply with the gameplan don't ask me why
I zips down my fly and pry open the thigh
Here's where I catch like fish
without using my wack ass prophylactics
You better stop!
And think about it...
(repeat 2X)
[Booty Brown]
Not feelin very smart as the Doctor tears the chart
with my heart in my neck, oh heck
What have I done? Thrown all my cards on the table
for just one night of fun, I wish it wasn't cable
but the second time around in a town we performed at last week
Yeah needless to speak
Spotted the physique that caught my eye
Next morning woke up butt naked and high
on life not my wife like a knife I stab
Placed them on tabled still I did not grab
Now with a gown I wear and a frown I stare
into the light, prayin that the overnight passion
Will not cash this ass in, so I'm askin
God it won't be odd cause I've asked before
Just right then the Doc entered the door
Hey, welcome back again Mr. Robinson!
Now see ahh, have you ever thought about ahh, using those...
Roll me on
(repeat to fade)

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 XXX
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
A bug can flip that crazy shit while I go look for some (die)
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 fuck 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, fuck it--I got herpes
Ah shit.
NS, NS
Sounds like NS to me!
Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)

(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 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

Verse 1
I wasn't sleepin I was creepin slidin' hidin'
I would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ?tyme?
thinkin' mentally sinkin
[precousicly] brinkin
two decades n a half
waitin' for the path of mine to follow
the world is hollow yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble
i give you half of [gizm tencil]
what's the come up cried a ton of beers
drunk a ton of beers that's fun at first
but learned in person
fear throughout the years
kept my ears open eyes scoping my block
don't rock the boat if you can't swim
nobody may be there with the [lim] to lend
this is the end, still i can't explain the fact
why the fuck shit gotta be like that?
Verse 2
Know what, I said
hear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded
that they need to be bi-headed
why? I'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin
all sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'
so i'm-a intimitade them [and them are for the snare]
with the [syfliest] stare
bringin em turbulant terror
n they know this cause they can feel it
he knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it
so I had to reveal it , through provin' their eye
am I startin' [chinin] fly
n by just blinkin' my eye
in a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key
trained eyes locate to focus on the phony
mister sometime-homey, why he act like that
I thought he had my back
I thought he had our backs
but it was him that I should've never trusted
and not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted
I'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this
now when i'm out, I see n store out the whole scene
for all types sneakes that scheme
they come into my face, i send them [tightmen] home
when they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome
Verse 3
Sometimes this world means everything to me
the inside is lovely to these eyes I see
n sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry
[hollie] off seven of them drops from my eye
those drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within
I see a situation now n all I do is grin
people think i'm high but I'm mentally travelling
agin' is your times cause life's a ravelling
while i'm stravelling [moors]
up this fuckin mike I hate to be a pilot
crashin' in a flight
people need to know about this thing called life
cause if you see the light then life's allright
Verse 4
I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness
bopped in my freestyle tapes n started [reminscing] about my
little homie who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous
so he came to Californey on the microphony
he was superbad n whatnot
but he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot
he became too fascinated with that gang related flavour
that he modificated rearranged his behaviour
he hooked up quick with the influential slang
gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang
braggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be
hangin' with baby gees I was baggin
like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon
hopin' they'd hit him in the head
but he steady saggin like he a hog
creepin' through the smog
smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog
like most who come to this West Coast society
tryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace
so what a relic way to end this
got rolled up when he was strolling
on a [Sundae upper...]
some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson
the hard way i'm guessin' yessin'
BD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson
pops in my head [beperpiou] question

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...

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]

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....

[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]

Now in my younger days I used to sport as 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)
But, 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
And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending 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...

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

(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

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

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'...

(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

Ya Mama remix is wack
Ya Mama remix is wack man, this sucks dick yo
You guys ready? Are you ready? (I love it, I love it)
It sucks dick (Eric, Eric) that shit is just wack
How could you guys go out like that?
You guys are some sucker ass chumps
Now wait a minute dude, don't even say that
Me and Tre catchin BUTT-ASS yo it's wack
C'mon nigga! You talk to em
*beeper goes off* That's all I know
*phone rings* Aiyyo somebody get the phone
Hello. Hello, anybody page Quinton?
Oh yeah whassup dude? What's happenin G what's goin on?
Ahh chillin. Aiy you,
you dere? Aiyyyeah yeah yeah, hey man fuck it.
I'll just be up there in twenty minutes.
Aight that's cool. Peace love.
Guess what guys?
*singing*
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's OK
Everything's OK (we're gonna get high!!)
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's OK
Everything's OK
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way (yeahhhhh!) with another J and it's OK
Everything's OK
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's OK
Everything's OK
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's OK oh yeah (ohhhhkay!)
Everything's OK, a-be-ba-da-bop-bop
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's ohhhhhkay!
Eh eh eh eh eh eh.
Ohahaheeeeeyyyayyaaaaayeahhhhhhh
*drum roll, applause*

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!

So here it is
fuck 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 its wack to let you fall
(why doesn't what) you're rollin in the 'hood
so niggas that don't wantcha
and you're fucked
crazy fucked
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

Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that you know
Yeah, and I bet you got layed back
Yeah, I'ma uh, I'm a just sit in here for a couple of hours
Man, don't sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude
Oh no, I'm kinda tired
Nah, we got a basket, we're 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 wasn't sleepin
on who I was, so she crept in like a hawk
In a minute's 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 didn't bust no, uh, hip-hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know, we got together, word, I thought we'd be forever
Didn't have an um-ber-ella, now I'm soaked in stormy weather
whether two birds of a feather fly or fall it'll be together
Never sympin, and leave your love life limp
There'll be no suicide attempts for this slim-trim kid
Cuz you know there's otha fish in the sea, that is, in the sea
In the sea that is
(Chorus 3X)
(In the sea) You know there's 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 Oyl's number one sailor
I ams what I am, still I falls like an anvil
She's heavy on the mind sometimes it's more than I can handle
But men aren't 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?
What's 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 I'm sick of this
Bitch lickin drip drip from a niggaz benefits
He doesn't even suit ya and he's surely not ya size
I'm surprised that you slept on a heart that's worldwide
And when ya open up ya eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish
that ya don't bruise a limb, as ya swim with otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is
(Chorus 3X)
Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough
Why ain't you climbin up?
My hand has been extended every since the day I lent it to ya
I thought I knew ya, but I didn't even know ya
Bro, you're stupid, cause ya thought you'd catch a Cupid
and you found that love ain't two wiffs of shit
So I resign or quit
It ain't 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 didn't fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
I'd 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, I'm pushin up the daisies, but
hey diddle diddle, I won't 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 won't diss, I'm just like on to otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is
(Chorus 3X)
You know there's otha, you know that there's otha
(chorus repeats 20X)
In the sea, baby (4X)

(People singing)
bah dah bha bha bha bha bha
bha ba da da da bhum bha bha
(repeat 2X)
(Slim Kid Tre')
You see the moon has a with young idle eyes
and idle time is the playground
where old profesions lay down
like sweet sugar stays brown and on the mind
gals whose whispers blow through tender lips like wind chimes
they tingle quiet ears with seductive words that I lust
and enjoy, for y'all fly boys that look and not touch
it aint much but bet your dollars
cause they hollar
with out saying a thang
and she ain't saying no name
and I'm fond of het intent
Rock hard and she was skin flint
working on a flame
it seemed like every move she made was some good assed game
I had to keep my focus tame
cause it's a dumb dumb shame
to see them endless
and frendless
will us when the pride feels great
congnac watered down to its last tender state
and emeraled butterfly dissapears from the skies
it seems the moon can't fight the sunrise
CHORUS
feeling high, I'm the emerald butterfly (repeat 4X)
(Slim Kid Tre')
I was the mack of all time blowing their mind
in a world of fantasies when I'm casting my line
they would bite the bait and I would keep my ship sailing
on my crusading others would be out wating
in the water (water), more entising than the farmers daughter
as the imagination makes you wetter than her order
though sweated her so tough , so rough out here
see you cant jump into the mix unless you chose to lose a hair
more nocturnal than the knight itself the mysteries clear
smears of venom all of oil denim smoth as cashmere
stear in thoughts of feather beds and lightheadedness
abyss it gets deeper (you know) so be a light sleeper (sleeper)
the grief is like autumn rain (autumn) washing your needs away
now all this gold is what I need to say about glitter...
CHORUS (X2)

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 complice 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 mc's with doubt
of exceeding, my name is Bottie 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 stpud, 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 exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel
Slim Kid 3:
rock a bye baby,
listen to my heart 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 brow
and each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
from homies all the way to chics, no matter how fine
cotrolling 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 avil, still
killing yourself, and dogging ya health
you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
Knumbskull #1:
shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spill
toxic slick to shock you sick like electrocute
when I execute, acutely over the rythym
on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
got em mad and tremblin
cause I been up in my lad 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 swollow, 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

(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'

Hook:
Funny people funny style
Let me go and make this money while
You talk about
Can't walk around without it like American Express
There jealous ass fellas got me thinkin' about a vest
Imani:
I'm avoiding you and you crew for the obvious reasons
Because you and your man always be schemin'
Straight hatin' mine
You ain't relatin' to mine
I'm tryin' to do mine
And you tryin' to intervene on mine
Go in-between the guidelines
Yo ass is now straight hatin' from the sidelines
Cause you flyin' sidewind
Bootie Brown:
Every funny style
You know there's many people out there livin' in denial
Have a smile like it's AD but shit be like a rain cloud
No use for being loud
Talking bout your skrilla
But you askin' me for a dub to buy some killer chronic
So I find it behind at this rap shit but it's got you excited
I can't fight it
It's got me too
But misjudgment can lead you down the wrong path
And all I get is a cold hearted laugh
For the funny people, funny style
And I'm gonna make this pile (what?)
Hook
Bootie Brown:
And fatigues
Fools are outta there leagues
Stuck in minor, I'm moving to major
Fuck a phone and a pager
Lab top
Forty acres with my cash crop
To keep the ski steady flowin'
"ho ho ho" - scratching
money money money (x4)
Hook
Bootie Brown:
Aye you keep me laughing like Rich in Jo Jo Dancer (ha ha ha)
Thinkin' that they know the answer
Like machines that record incoming calls
Screening like Siskel critiquing all of y'all
Thumb up or thumb down
Those are Shaky like Pizza
I'm always outta town for two weeks
Funny style are the true geeks
Yo Imani please use feet
Imani:
Reminition is to make the ends blend and meet
But sometimes to incline can be too steep for the feet
And sometimes we might even find it feek (keep it movin')
But the main function is to... (keep it movin')
The currency in every week (keep it movin')
Listen to the words I speak (keep it movin')
You only fall in deep cause you sleep
Hook (x2)
Outro:
Gotta vest man. Gotta vest man. Gotta make that skrilla man.
DJ EQ. And ya don't stop and ya don't quit.
Pharcyde in the house with the ultimate shit.
Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe.
Gotta get the cash gotta let you know.
Gotta get the cash gotta get the doe.

Um um well excuse me. (4x)
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge? (4x)
Well I am the nigga in charge over here
Sack the quarterback to make a cheerleader cheer
I fix my funk like Thelonious Monk
Stayin' true to the game 'cause I ain't no punk
Never been a bitch so I don't act bitchy
Smoove on the bottle like Lionel Ritchie
If I seems too slick you better ring the alarm clock
Don't dig what I'm kicking? You can suck on a warm cock
Originate trends. My rhymes they get paid
So making ends and beginnings. See, I'm never afraid
Of a pancake MC 'cause I'm flip when I sways this
Out the motherfuckers like a real estate agent.
Douse you with my lyrical liquid for this hip-hop era
So I suggest you fetch an umbrella for my reign of terror
'Cause you can get yer posse and yer armored brigade because I am not
afrai=
d
Oh, 'cause I'm the type of nigga that you never forget
What?
And I'm the type of nigga that can shake my shit
What?
'Cause I'm the type of nigga with nothin' to hide
What's your name?
Fat Lip from the Pharcyde and you know what's up
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge? (2x)
Well I'm dark like chocolate and flow like milk
Slicker than oil smoove like silk
Please give me some room because it's me you=D5re gonna suffocate
The fly-ass brother is Imani the Great
You fuck with me I'll be the nigga who be slanging them dogs on
Flagsticks(?) hands like bricks niggas be be droppin' like logs
I used to be the nigga now the down with doin' dirt
Now I got your girl callin' when she's down with doin' work
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll rock them drawers
Straight to a party, tuggin' on my balls
I used to be the nigga that'd keep you happy
Go ask your moms 'cause I might the nigga you callin' (pappy)
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? (3x)
Well I'm the nigga in charge-in
What?
E.X. Large-in
What?
Captain of a ship pretender no never no sergeant
See I'm the type of nigga to catch a bullet in my teeth
They call you Saint Nick dick 'cause you'll get hung like a wreath
Set ya check(?) is what I do to put your head out
Ja like a don=D5t de sneak detective roughly 'fore they get out
I'm the type of nigga that'll serve you on a platter
Like the piece of glass when I drop it you shatter
I'm the type of nigga that'll kick yo ass
What?
I'm the type of nigga that's built to last
What?
Yep the type the nigga that'll say what's up
To a brother but a devil would just get fucked up
And it's like that, alright black?
I pick up the mic and strike that
Your ego 'cause motherfuckin' ego is awesome(?)
Beat junky is the cue Buckwheat=D5s my name and I=D5m a (sucker)
So you better get off my dick
'Cause if you ain't a beat junky
Then you ain't said shit
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? (3x)
You better watch yer hide
'Cause this sound ain't big enough for the two of us
It's so boss(?) and I'll bust actually(?)
See I'm the type of nigga that likes to freak
What?
And I'm the type of nigga that'll roll my sleeves
What?
Ah but there=D5s a castle I'm down to kick some pothole(?)=20
Nigga crash nigga bash with very little muscle
Hustle-uh in my heart so I'm a play the part=20
Of that type a nigga with the ice cold heart
Chilly Willy, don't be silly
I'll take a Philly and a bone-r
Make =D4er disown-ya
Changin' into moan-a
Put =D4er on my throne oh yeah
See I'm the type of the nigga so you better beware
The nigga is on I'm putting it on like Al Capone I'm all that=20
The only difference between me and Alsy palsy is I=D5m black, jack. King
m=
e
No clownin' 'cause I'm crownin' like a (Jew)
And when I spin my shit it's 190 proof
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? (2x)
Well I shakes em down like P.E.
That's what they try to be me
I always XXX the Nike and I kick you in your pee-pee that's me=20
I am the one that kicked yer daddy in yer nuts
That's why your mental state was fucked before you hit yer mama=D5s guts
=20
'Cause I'm the nigga down the bar
I flip it in a car
This time there was a quarter only a dollar was what they cost
'Cause niggas on my Snoopy like the bird Woodstock
Get=D5cha hands off my dick because I hold this cock
It's like a awaitin=D5 in the distance
Resisted from persistance
I=D5m Dirty Harry and I take your mama just for instance
'Cause I'm the type of nigga to make the fat lady sing
Hour after my flow she wasn't shocked with my swing
But a little too much weight to be a new jack man
Got more rhythm in my toe than a whole blues band
'Cause when I rock the people roll when I recite from my scoll
Take the beat nigga forever mind body and soul
Um um well excuse me (4x)
I been waitin' for a beat (many times)

(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

Aiyyo yo yo I tell you what's up I tell you tell you tell you what's up
When you sign a crossed line, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time (yo what?), it's jiggaboo time
When you're runnin out of lyrics, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Yo, when you rappin for the money, it's jiggaboo time (what?)
It's jiggaboo time (what?), it's jiggaboo time
When you don't have a plan, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
You're rappin for the white man, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
When you don't have soul, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Nigga when there's pork in your bowl, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Lots and lots of pork in your bowl, jiggaboo time
A real big bowl of fat, wait a minute wait a minute
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
*fades into background*
Aowwowwwwww! Show me them teeth babyyy!
OK could you bug your eyes just a little bit?
(Yeah, straighten that ass out)
Yeah, yeah, that's cool. I mean you know, real ghetto
OK we'll shoot the video over here
We need umm like a street area, y'know, toothless
and homeless, wearin gold chains, all that shit
FUCK ALL THAT BULLSHIT! I AIN'T GOING OUT LIKE NO SUCKER!
But we're all jiggaboos -- in our owwwwwwn wayyyyyy
So, might as well just get paid, and say, fuckit, y'know

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

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...

Intro:
Next shit. We know it. Man. Man. Right. DJ EQ. 2000. 2000. EQ
Verse 1:
Who rocks who rocks unorthodox
Methods to wreck it so expect shit to get hectic
>From my direct hit
The fly hits bullseye respect it
I don't do cheap tricks to get chicks
I just stand by my word (word) full attention
And still get attention
And still it should be noted
They all folded from me and potent quote yeah
We rock words unorthodox awkward
Hey you gotta get it together or leave it alone
You gotta lead the way or be the clone
Stand there before the world holdin' microphones
You gotta freak what ya feel cause to each is own
Don't like what I kick you can't see my zone
I'm from deeper galaxies than regions unknown
And my legion is grown in amazin' ways
Preparing for these crazy days hey
Hook:
"What an expression you are manifested"
Manifested
Pharcyde manifested
Verse 2:
My brain's on lock like two hungry pits in an alley fightin' over T-bone
Shit is fowl like cheap cologne
On your Uncle's Sundays shoes straight from Penny's
Pob's droppin' math while we sip on Henny
I hate it when my pockets on skinny
But shit happens
If you don't stay on top
Tryin' to bubble not pop
Like gats on New Years down in South Central
You must of spread yourself to make life instramental
Hook
Schmooche Cat:
Peepin' through my foresight
I ain't got my forth right
I wake up everyday behavin' to display men
Havin' to be trick and cheat to get on first deadly gamin' to keep
maintainin'
To keep things from gettin' worse
When some player hater get what's all peace (it's all peace)
Been gamin' waitin' operatin' do it all team
Needin' to be condemned by a government agency
Mad at the way them niggas and hoes thought they was playin' me
Yeah I usually give niggas the benefit of the doubt
Thinkin' that eventually they come arrrrround
? from jumps who thought it would pump?
Now we over the hump tryin' to get skrilla like Trump
Never been a chump
Show my ass like Gump
Use to dream about the hump
Tryin' to get my pockets to lump
Like cancer in titties
Spread through cities
I'm smooth with mine like pimps roll Kiddies (eeeeeeer)
Hook
Outro:
Still gotta give a shoot out to Schmooche Cat. YouknowhatI'msayin'? 2000.
P.h.a.r.c.y.d.e. You you know how we do. Two triple low. 2000.