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Return Of The B-Boy `The Pharcyde`

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 `The Pharcyde`

(Imani) "None of that's true" We do it not you That' why I got you stuck on to my style like glue!

The Hustle `The Pharcyde`

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

Passing Me By `The Pharcyde`

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

Passin Me By `The Pharcyde`

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

Pack The Pipe `The Pharcyde`

[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

Oh Shit `The Pharcyde`

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 (??)

Otha Fish `The Pharcyde`

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

Soul Flower `The Pharcyde`

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

Officer `The Pharcyde`

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

Bullshit `The Pharcyde`

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"

Devil Music `The Pharcyde`

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

Groupie Therapy `The Pharcyde`

(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

She Said `The Pharcyde`

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...

Hey You `The Pharcyde`

(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

Emerald Buttafly `The Pharcyde`

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

The E.N.D. `The Pharcyde`

(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

Drop `The Pharcyde`

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

Ya Mama `The Pharcyde`

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?)

Moment In Time `The Pharcyde`

(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

4 Better Or 4 Worse `The Pharcyde`

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

Somethin That Means Somethin `The Pharcyde`

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

Runnin `The Pharcyde`

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'

On The DL `The Pharcyde`

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

The Rubbers Song `The Pharcyde`

[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

Manifest `The Pharcyde`

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

Funny Style Part One `The Pharcyde`

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?)

Return `UGK`

Return (Pimp C) It all started with a Pimp C, bitch So what the fuck is up Told em somethin good Ease up my muthafuckin cut Cause if you don't really wanna fuck wit a trill nigga From the

B-Boy `Crown City Rockers`

Stacking cheese, 40's and trees T-shirts khackis, doing things the G way Like Graffiti on the freeway Altadena east bay, moving your neck Where your hands in the air is a sign of respect Street intellect

To Return `Chevelle`

To Return - Chevelle To return to the cold It isn`t much fun To touch the trees no one has known Go rest your head Cause you can`t miss this Poor boy became A slave to use Now despair moves in