The Pharcyde

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I wasn't sleepin I was creepin slidin' hidin'
 I would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ?tyme?
 thinkin' mentally sinkin
 [precousicly] brinkin
 two decades n a half
 waitin' for the path of mine to follow
 the world is hollow  yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble
 i give you half of [gizm tencil]
 what's the come up  cried a ton of beers
 drunk a ton of beers  that's fun at first
 but learned in person
 fear throughout the years
 kept my ears open eyes scoping my block
 don't rock the boat if you can't swim
 nobody may be there with the [lim] to lend
 this is the end, still i can't explain the fact
 why the fuck shit gotta be like that?

 Verse 2

 Know what, I said
 hear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded
 that they need to be bi-headed
 why? I'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin
 all sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'
 so i'm-a intimitade them [and them are for the snare]
 with the [syfliest] stare
 bringin em turbulant terror
 n they know this cause they can feel it
 he knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it
 so I had to reveal it , through provin' their eye
 am I startin' [chinin] fly
 n by just blinkin' my eye
 in a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key
 trained eyes locate to focus on the phony
 mister sometime-homey, why he act like that
 I thought he had my back
 I thought he had our backs
 but it was him that I should've never trusted
 and not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted
 I'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this
 now when i'm out, I see n store out the whole scene
 for all types sneakes that scheme
 they come into my face, i send them [tightmen] home
 when they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome

 Verse 3

 Sometimes this world means everything to me
 the inside is lovely to these eyes I see
 n sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry
 [hollie] off seven of them drops from my eye
 those drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within
 I see a situation now n all I do is grin
 people think i'm high but I'm mentally travelling
 agin' is your times cause life's a ravelling
 while i'm stravelling [moors]
 up this fuckin mike I hate to be a pilot
 crashin' in a flight
 people need to know about this thing called life
 cause if you see the light then life's allright

 Verse 4

 I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness
 bopped in my freestyle tapes n started [reminscing] about my
 little homie who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous
 so he came to Californey on the microphony
 he was superbad n whatnot
 but he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot
 he became too fascinated with that gang related flavour
 that he modificated rearranged his behaviour
 he hooked up quick with the influential slang
 gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang
 braggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be
 hangin' with baby gees I was baggin
 like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon
 hopin' they'd hit him in the head
 but he steady saggin like he a hog
 creepin' through the smog
 smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog
 like most who come to this West Coast society
 tryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace
 so what a relic way to end this
 got rolled up when he was strolling
 on a [Sundae upper...]
 some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson
 the hard way i'm guessin' yessin'
 BD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson
 pops in my head [beperpiou] question
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Author: Derrick Stewart (2), Emandu Wilcox, James Yancey, Romye Robinson, Tre Hardson

Composer: ?

Publisher: Delicious Vinyl, Inc.

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Labcabincalifornia (1995)

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