Pharcyde

Pharcyde Lyrics

Song	Pharcyde
Artist	The Pharcyde
Album	Labcabincalifornia
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart ...
	(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

	zuo ci : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart ...
	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 copperfilled
	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
	Mwalk shake the cut through their
	Neutrotransmitter
	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 overpowering
	All sour sounding wishin' wishywashy
	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

	zuò cí : Hardson, Robinson, Stewart ...
	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 copperfilled
	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
	Mwalk shake the cut through their
	Neutrotransmitter
	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 overpowering
	All sour sounding wishin' wishywashy
	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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