ฟังเพลงSoul Flower (explicit Tatelarock Remix)

Soul Flower (explicit Tatelarock Remix) - The Pharcyde

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 sh*t

While I go look for some thai

I need some zig-zag zig-zag

I need some zig-zag zig-zag

I need some zig-zag zig-zag

How I love to get high

Eee ah ooh ah ah

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

I'm the ni**a who's got b**ches

Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes

One I wanna just jam with your band

Two

You gotta play it all across the land

Three

The plan is grab the ducats

And say f**k 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

Ni**a tried to flex

But he had to be smoked

So I shot him in the a** on the downstroke

Shot him in the a** on the downstroke

What

Shot him in the a** on the downstroke

Yep

Shot him in the a** on the downstroke

Shot-him-in-the-a**-on-the-downstroke

Shot him in the a** on the downstroke

Shot him in the a** on the downstroke

Shot him in the a** on the downstroke

Shot him in the a** 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

Met her in a trio

Souped up my glass jet flew her at the wheel

I'm somewhat creole

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

'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props

You know

How long can you freak the funk

How long can you freak the funk

I separate the good stuff from the junk

How long can you freak the funk

Yeah

All right

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

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

F**k it--i got herpes