Pharcyde - Soul Flower Lyrics
Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and whyBut let me first introduce myself Im tagging name romyeIm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshitPeople promise you bowl of cherries but dont forget there are pitsNo hints, its quicks, its like the water and gritsThey got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flipsAnd thats I high I better get by because my allyAbout to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thaiI need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x)I need some zig-zag, zig-zagHow I need those zig-zag[i need some] zig-zag, zig-zagHow I love to get highEee ah ooh ah ah (many times)What the?Oh what the heckNiggas just wanna get wrecked to the trackIts brand new and heavy as a chevy and in factThe pharcyde is coming and I hope were not wackBut at this point theres no turning backBut to be exact, Ive got more flavors than a bucket full of fruitIn 92 we take cash 93 we take lootBecause the vinyl is delicious=20Im the nigga whos got *****esMichael ross is the genie hes giving our wishesOne I wanna just jam with your bandTwo two two...=20You gotta play it all across the landThree three three...The plan is grab the ducats and say ***** it to the critics hey nowI was walkin down the street balin(? ) to the beatPhat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feetNigga tried to flex but he had to be smokedSo I shot him in the ass on the downstrokeShot him in the ass on the downstrokeWhat?Shot him in the ass on the downstrokeYepShot him in the ass on the downstroke (5x)Shot-him-in-the-ass-on-the-downstrokeSouped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodlesI love spanish dishes but no Im not menudoI can dig kung-fu I flip hoes like judoNever date a chick who has a mom named brunoA anna bonanna(? ) bananafanafunoYet you know shafino=20Met her in a trioSouped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheelIm somewhat creole=20Dont like the man of steelIm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for realI used to deal but the fuzz popped meI had the hydros but they repod my crops and steelI chills like scotch on the rocks=20cause I just gets paid for them hard-core propsYou know?How long can you freak the funk? (2x)I separate the good stuff from the junkHow long can you freak the funkYeah, freak the funkAll right, freak the funkFreak the funk (4x)I want the farmer man. farmer man.I want the farmer man. you want the farmer man?Yeah, I want the farmer man. you dont want no farmer man.Give me the farmer man. once again its the farmer man.I go from skip-skop(? ) to hip-hop to be-bop to p-funkCutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunkcause weve sunk ships from the pacific to the atlanticI dig dips whove got the hips that are gigantic cause Im franticTake you in a frenzy=20Takin you out is easier than pullin a pull-out out of a benzieBox well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirmYes I come from callie no I do not have a permI stand firm on the mic device when I gets niceDont roll the dice if you cant pay the priceI got more flavor than 7-11 slurpeesIf magic can admit he got aids, ***** it--i got herpesAh shit.Ns, nsSounds like ns to me!Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
