| RELEASE DATE: | 2005-12-00 |
| DURATION: | - |
| # OF TRACKS: | 24 |
| ALBUM TYPE: | 정규, studio |
| GENRE/STYLE: | 팝
랩/힙합 |
| ALSO KNOWN AS: | - |
| INDEX: | 53 |
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INTRODUCTION
90년대 초반 Golden Era때부터 시작하여 어느 덧 웨스트코스트 언더그라운드 힙합의 자존심처럼 군림하고 있는 최강의 힙합 그룹 PHARCYDE의 리믹스와 희귀트랙 모음집. 수도없이 발매한 12인치 싱글들에 수록되어 있는 비사이드 곡과 라이브, 그리고 여러 리믹스들을 한번에 담고 있는 음반으로 Brand New Heavies부터 이전 그들의 프로듀서였던 Jay Dee, Kenny Dope, Da Beatminerz, J-Swift 등의 막강 참여진과 리믹서들이 빽그라운드를 자처하고 있다. 아직까지도 꾸준히 클럽과 리스너들 사이에서 가장 사랑받고 있는 힙힙 크루인 이들의 색다른 음원들을 만날수 있는 절호의 찬스. ....  .... 
TRACKS
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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 shit while I go look for some thai
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 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
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, f**k it--i got herpes
Ah shit.
Ns, ns
Sounds like ns to me!
Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge
and writin good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm sayin?
Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge...
Yeah, well you do that like right now
... and some wisdom for the people
What's up with that?
OK, I got it
(brothers and sisters)
Verse One: Booty Brown
Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?)
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
Refrain:
Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that:
Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre
Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot
She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop
Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit
She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies
Refrain:
On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute
Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot
She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Three: Fat Lip
Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat
I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek
I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium
way back in September
Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls
In some bright red boxer drawers
You said ya moms was pretty and young
But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue
Refrain:
Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut
And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that
Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Four: Imani
Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
Cause that would blow me round the world in a day
We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet
Refrain:
Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot
With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Outro:
Ya mama got snake skin teeth
Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe
Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
(You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama
Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga
Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map
and see people wavin at her
Your mother got an Ouija board on her back
Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin
His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section
Tre's mama got Playdough teeth
Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit
Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor...
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love
You can't keep love lonely
Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that
See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back
It be's the sex appeal that's from the next
And not necessarily the sex
And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin
stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and
as it stands mysteriously
Curiosity it kills the cat and
Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in
Behind these fantasies with no action
Searchin for a remedy
Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry
That flairs when her desire's on fire
Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire
(2X)
And she said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
so I granted her wish
(Fatlip)
I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown
decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down
Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound
of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp
On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight
blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights
Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free
With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID
Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace
Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace
So I waste no time to kick my line
I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine"
So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin
So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin
Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben
Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then
We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley
Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me
When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down"
I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when...
She said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
so I granted her wish
(T. Hardson)
Now Daddy's home
But she's been waitin all night
So we could be alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone
Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone
So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home
No time soon
So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon
And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed
Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby
Yeah, maybe we could be cool
Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools...
You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now...
Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby...
And she said
I'll give you the world if you want it
Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby
If you got to have it
And she said
You know that she said
And she said
She said
And she said
She said
And she said
She said, I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it
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Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk,
obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a rate that complicate their mental state
as I invade their masquerade
they couldn't fade with a clipper blade
10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you bunted
for an easy out, I leave MCs with doubt
of exceeding, my name is Bootie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading,
they try to follow but they're shallow and hollow
I can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
they have no key, or no clue
to the game at all
now they washed up
hung out to dry
standing looking stupid
wondering why
(why man?)
it was the fame, that they tried to get
now they walking around talkin about represent
and keep it real, but I got to appeal
cause they existing in a fantasy when holding the steel
Slim Kid 3:
rock a bye baby,
listen to your heart beat pumping to a fine
ravine of all things it's a vain of a shrine
all missions impossible are possible, cause I'm
heading for a new sector 365
days fron now, I'll wipe the sweat from my eye
and each and every true will stick, or fall from the skies of my cloud nine
from homies all the way to chicks, no matter how fine
controlling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mind
you hold it in your hands and watch a man start crying
tear after tear in the puppet man's hands
every time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance
and the worlds at a stand-still
deep in broken mansville
trapped in the moat with an anvil, still
killing yourself, and dogging ya health
you ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
Knumbskull #1:
(shit is-shit is ill)
through my will
my flow still will spill
toxic slick to shock sick like electrocute
when I execute, acutely over the rhythm
on those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give em
got em mad and tremblin
cause I been up in my lab assemblin
misslies, to bomb the enemy
because they envy me, and the making of my mad currency
currently I think we're in a state of an emergency
cause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollow
and I think they can't follow
they can't swallow, the truth because it hurts
this is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turf
the worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it is
I'm going to make a million
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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 shit while I go look for some thai
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 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
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, f**k it--i got herpes
Ah shit.
Ns, ns
Sounds like ns to me!
Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge
and writin good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm sayin?
Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge...
Yeah, well you do that like right now
... and some wisdom for the people
What's up with that?
OK, I got it
(brothers and sisters)
Verse One: Booty Brown
Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?)
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
Refrain:
Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that:
Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre
Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot
She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop
Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit
She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies
Refrain:
On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute
Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot
She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Three: Fat Lip
Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat
I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek
I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium
way back in September
Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls
In some bright red boxer drawers
You said ya moms was pretty and young
But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue
Refrain:
Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut
And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that
Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Four: Imani
Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
Cause that would blow me round the world in a day
We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet
Refrain:
Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot
With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Outro:
Ya mama got snake skin teeth
Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe
Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
(You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama
Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga
Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map
and see people wavin at her
Your mother got an Ouija board on her back
Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin
His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section
Tre's mama got Playdough teeth
Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit
Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor...
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love
You can't keep love lonely
Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that
See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back
It be's the sex appeal that's from the next
And not necessarily the sex
And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin
stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and
as it stands mysteriously
Curiosity it kills the cat and
Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in
Behind these fantasies with no action
Searchin for a remedy
Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry
That flairs when her desire's on fire
Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire
(2X)
And she said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
so I granted her wish
(Fatlip)
I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown
decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down
Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound
of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp
On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight
blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights
Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free
With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID
Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace
Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace
So I waste no time to kick my line
I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine"
So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin
So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin
Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben
Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then
We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley
Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me
When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down"
I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when...
She said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
so I granted her wish
(T. Hardson)
Now Daddy's home
But she's been waitin all night
So we could be alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone
Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone
So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home
No time soon
So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon
And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed
Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby
Yeah, maybe we could be cool
Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools...
You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now...
Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby...
And she said
I'll give you the world if you want it
Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby
If you got to have it
And she said
You know that she said
And she said
She said
And she said
She said
And she said
She said, I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it
...
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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 shit while I go look for some thai
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 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
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, f**k it--i got herpes
Ah shit.
Ns, ns
Sounds like ns to me!
Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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Can't keep runnin' away.....
Verse One: Fat Lip
I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset
when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can
recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall
I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at
three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve
this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real
nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck
around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show
no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!
Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre
There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta
handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to
help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their
own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't
get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear
zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played
it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being
where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an
evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And
as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got
lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form
free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
in other words just freeze
Verse Three: Knumbskull #1
It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
heavy as boulders but I told ya
till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
ya and that's all I showed ya
and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
Can it be I'm a celebrity
whose on the brink of insanity
Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me
cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from
entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...
But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...
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(Slim Kid3)
I guess everybody needs somebody to love
You can't keep love lonely
Cause being naive to it you can just lose it like that
See kisses for bruises don't make it heal back
It be's the sex appeal that's from the next
And not necessarily the sex
And one might appeal to the intellect having a greater affect on how they feelin
stimulating breakin down their shields for the real and
as it stands mysteriously
Curiosity it kills the cat and
Offsets them mentally so they're trapped in
Behind these fantasies with no action
Searchin for a remedy
Now she loves her man but there is just a different type of chemistry
That flairs when her desire's on fire
Quick is the fuse anotha love's for hire
(2X)
And she said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
so I granted her wish
(Fatlip)
I was high like the vocal tone of my nigga Bootie Brown
decided to take a ride to see what's really goin' down
Up on the northside of town Of course I bought the quarter pound
of bomb hemp feelin' alright like Johnny Kemp
On a Friday night lookin' right cuz' my shit is tight
blazin' blunts to city lights on Sunset and Crescent Heights
Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free
With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans and no ID
Soon as I step inside the plizace I recognize the fizace
Of an epp wit an izass more amazin' than grace
So I waste no time to kick my line
I say "How ya doin'" she says "Hey I'm doin' fine"
So I commence to mackin to baby to see what's crackin
So maybe I get her back at the cabin and start attackin
Threw back a shot of yack and started jabber and jibben
Fibbin and adlibbin just to get her to my crib then
We was chilling on the bed bumpin some Isley
Thought I was about to spread the thighs but she surprised me
When she said "oh like that? You know I don't get down"
I know my homies gonna clown cause I let her stick around when...
She said...
It'll be good if you stayed with me tonight
so I granted her wish
(T. Hardson)
Now Daddy's home
But she's been waitin all night
So we could be alone
This is an everyday thing so we hang out by the phone
Tryin to build something real Working fingertips to the bone
So much love's gone astray that it won't be comin home
No time soon
So I dance with the silhouettes beneath the moon
And she said if satisfaction's guaranteed
Nothin else could come between the flight of a new love baby
Yeah, maybe we could be cool
Instead of sharin' this here ship with the fools...
You know ? (that) ... Right now... right now... right now... right now...
Baby... Right now... right now... right now... baby...
And she said
I'll give you the world if you want it
Yeah, I'll give you the world if you need it baby
If you got to have it
And she said
You know that she said
And she said
She said
And she said
She said
And she said
She said, I'll give you the world if you want it
I'll give you the world if you need it
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Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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 shit while I go look for some thai
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 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
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, f**k it--i got herpes
Ah shit.
Ns, ns
Sounds like ns to me!
Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)
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Intro:
Yo man, you gotta be... you know
You gotta be on to die, man, what's up with that?
Yo bro-shot
Yeah, word up bro-shot
Uh, we need some brothers to be, uh, like droppin knowledge
and writin good stuff
Ay man, why don't you quit talkin all the stuff and do something about it?
You know what I'm sayin?
Oh, you talking about.. kick some, uh, knowledge...
Yeah, well you do that like right now
... and some wisdom for the people
What's up with that?
OK, I got it
(brothers and sisters)
Verse One: Booty Brown
Ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
Ya mama is so big and fat that she can get busy
with twenty-two burritos, but times are rough
I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
The sad fact (what?) ya mama smokes crack (what?)
She got a burning yearning and there's no turning back
Her knuckles drag down to the ground when she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
Refrain:
Naked on a mountain top, tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse drinking whisky out a bizoot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that:
Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre
Ya mama look like she's been in the dryer with some rocks
With the big bust nose sucking dirt out of socks
Held up the ice cream truck with a slingshot
She grabbed a bag of Cheese Corn and a soda pop
Ya mama root'n'toot and stole my loot and my suit
She may have the muscles, but no, she's not cute
She's not pretty, oh what a pity, got the glass titty
Filled up with Kool-aid, just for the kiddies
Refrain:
On a cliff butt naked, tootin on a flute
Ridin on a horse drinkin whisky out a boot
She's got the teeth and the wings of an African bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Three: Fat Lip
Watch out, I'm thinkin about your mother to a funky beat
I went to your house, and she licked me on the cheek
I said excuse me lady, but I remember seeing you at the Palladium
way back in September
Cause you was beatboxin for Lou Rawls
In some bright red boxer drawers
You said ya moms was pretty and young
But she's old as dirt and got hair on her tongue
Refrain:
Ya moms, ya moms, she uses Brut
And I saw her ridin a horsey drinking whisky out a boot
She's got the wings and teeth of an african bat
Her middle name is Mudbone, and on top of all that
Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Verse Four: Imani
Awwwwwwww, ya mom is so fat (how fat is she?)
We rode up on her back to get some burgers from Wendy's
and her skates went flat; I got stuck in her butt crack
They thought I was lost but I was caught by the G-strap
Heaven forbid a giant fart would give way
Cause that would blow me round the world in a day
We drove into the drive-in and she didn't have to pay
because we dressed her up to look just like a Chevrolet
Refrain:
Naked on a mountain top tootin on a flizoot
Ridin on a horse, drinkin whisky out a bizoot
With the wings and the teeth of an african bat, ba-aa-aa-at
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap (3X)
Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama
Outro:
Ya mama got snake skin teeth
Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like.... hehehe
Ya mama was making sex threats to Ricky Bell and shit
Ya mama jacked the Kool-aid man for a sip, nigga
Ya mama was walking down on Sunset with a 99 cent sign on her back
(You're a sellout) ya mama's a sellout nigga ya mama
Nigga ya mama did a pop tune nigga
Ya mama's glasses are so thick she look into a map
and see people wavin at her
Your mother got an Ouija board on her back
Sidney with EQ and everything what he be sayin
His mother be hooked, fishin with a hook and reel at the frozen food section
Tre's mama got Playdough teeth
Ya mother be eatin daisies like Now and Laters and shit
Ya mama's an extra on the Simpsons and shit
Ya mama's so fat you can't even see her legs
it just looks like she's just gliding across the floor...
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2005-12-00 |
Funky Juice Records (0606487160024) |
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CREDITS
Performed by The Pharcyde 1기 (1991) - Bootie Brown : 보컬
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