The Pharcyde

The Pharcyde - Soul Flower lyrics

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People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why
 But let me first introduce myself I'm XXX
 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
 A bug can flip that crazy shit while I go look for some (die)

 I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x)
 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 (5x)
 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? (2x)
 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 (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 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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Delicious Vinyl, Inc.

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Released in: 1992

Language: English

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