가사: Pharcyde, The. Soul Flower.

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(Eee ah ooh ah ah)

[Bootie Brown]
People hint and wonder and they want to 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 bowls 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
Hi
I better get by
Because my ally bout to flip that crazy shit
While I go look for some Thai

I need some zig-zag
How I need those zig-zag
How I love to get high
Nigga
Mad high

[Imani]
Oh, what the heck
Niggas just want to 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 cabs
'93, we take loot
Because the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga
Who's them bitches?
Michael Ross is the genie
He's giving our wishes
One I want to just jam with your band
(Two)
You got to play it all across the land
(Three)
The plan is grab the ducats
And say fuck it to the critics
Hey, now
I was walking down the street bailing 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

[Slimkid 3]
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
Met her in a trio
Souped up my glass jet
Flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole
Don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy
But your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops
And still
I chills like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props
You know?

How long can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff from the junk

[Fatlip]
(-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 bebop 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
Taking you out is easier than pulling a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box well
I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes, I come from Cali
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!)