THE PHARCYDE - Soul Flower lyrics

rate me

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 tagging name Romye

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

about to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai

I need some zig-zag, zig-zag [x3]

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 [x5]

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? [x2]

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 [x4]

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]