Song | I'm That Type Of Nigga |
Artist | The Pharcyde |
Album | Instrumentals |
feat. Buc Fifty | |
Um um well excuse me. (4x) | |
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge? (4x) | |
[Verse 1: Fatlip] | |
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 | |
Smooth on the vinyl like Lionel Richie | |
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 your posse and your armored brigade because I am not afraid | |
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) | |
[Verse 2: Imani] | |
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're 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 | |
Arms like sticks 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) | |
[Verse 3: Buckwheat] | |
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 | |
Then call you Saint Nick dick cause you'll get hung like a wreath | |
Snap chin check is what I do to put your head out | |
Ja like a don't 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 at | |
Your ego cause motherfuckin' negro is awesome(?) | |
Beat junky is the cue Buckwheat's my name and I'm 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) | |
[Verse 4: SlimKid 3] | |
You better watch your hide | |
Cause this sound ain't big enough for the two of us | |
It's a must that I bust actually | |
See I'm the type of nigga that likes to breathe | |
And I'm the type of nigga that'll roll my sleeves | |
Ah but if there’s a tussle I’m down to kick some butthole | |
Nigga crash nigga bash with very little muscle | |
Hustle-uh in my heart so I'm a play the part | |
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 her disown-ya | |
Change her name to Mon-a | |
Put her 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 | |
The only difference between me and Alsy palsy is I'm black, jack | |
King me | |
No clownin' cause I'm crownin' like a (Jew) | |
And when I spit my shit it's 190 proof | |
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? (2x) | |
[Verse 5: Bootie Brown] | |
Well I shut them 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 | |
I am the one that kicked your daddy in your nuts | |
That's why your mental state was fucked before you hit your mama's guts | |
Cause I'm the nigga and the boss | |
I flip it and I toss | |
This time there was a quarter only a dollar was what they cost | |
Cause niggas on my Snoopy like the bird Woodstock | |
Getcha hands off my dick because I hold this cock | |
It's like a aitin' in the distance | |
Resisted from persistence | |
I'm 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 | |
Play the beat nigga forever mind body and soul | |
Um um well excuse me (4x) | |
I been waitin' for a beat (many times) |
feat. Buc Fifty | |
Um um well excuse me. 4x | |
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge? 4x | |
Verse 1: Fatlip | |
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 | |
Smooth on the vinyl like Lionel Richie | |
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 hiphop era | |
So I suggest you fetch an umbrella for my reign of terror | |
Cause you can get your posse and your armored brigade because I am not afraid | |
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 | |
Verse 2: Imani | |
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' re gonna suffocate | |
The flyass brother is Imani the Great | |
You fuck with me I' ll be the nigga who be slanging them dogs on | |
Arms like sticks 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 | |
Verse 3: Buckwheat | |
Well I' m the nigga in chargein What? | |
E. X. Largein What? | |
Captain of a ship pretender no never no sergeant | |
See I' m the type of nigga to catch a bullet in my teeth | |
Then call you Saint Nick dick cause you' ll get hung like a wreath | |
Snap chin check is what I do to put your head out | |
Ja like a don' t 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 at | |
Your ego cause motherfuckin' negro is awesome? | |
Beat junky is the cue Buckwheat' s my name and I' m 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 | |
Verse 4: SlimKid 3 | |
You better watch your hide | |
Cause this sound ain' t big enough for the two of us | |
It' s a must that I bust actually | |
See I' m the type of nigga that likes to breathe | |
And I' m the type of nigga that' ll roll my sleeves | |
Ah but if there' s a tussle I' m down to kick some butthole | |
Nigga crash nigga bash with very little muscle | |
Hustleuh in my heart so I' m a play the part | |
Of that type a nigga with the ice cold heart | |
Chilly Willy, don' t be silly | |
I' ll take a Philly and a boner | |
Make her disownya | |
Change her name to Mona | |
Put her 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 | |
The only difference between me and Alsy palsy is I' m black, jack | |
King me | |
No clownin' cause I' m crownin' like a Jew | |
And when I spit my shit it' s 190 proof | |
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in the charge? 2x | |
Verse 5: Bootie Brown | |
Well I shut them down like P. E | |
That' s what they try to be me | |
I always XXX the Nike and I kick you in your peepee that' s me | |
I am the one that kicked your daddy in your nuts | |
That' s why your mental state was fucked before you hit your mama' s guts | |
Cause I' m the nigga and the boss | |
I flip it and I toss | |
This time there was a quarter only a dollar was what they cost | |
Cause niggas on my Snoopy like the bird Woodstock | |
Getcha hands off my dick because I hold this cock | |
It' s like a aitin' in the distance | |
Resisted from persistence | |
I' m 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 | |
Play the beat nigga forever mind body and soul | |
Um um well excuse me 4x | |
I been waitin' for a beat many times |