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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