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    "Bullshit" Lyrics

    The Pharcyde

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    You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that

    Let me entertain you
    And Interphaze you, with the new sound
    the sound is the "cyde" And the PHAR is the "CYDE"
    And no matter who you are, you know you can't HYDE!
    not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars!
    no matter who you are!
    So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin

    You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that

    (Slim Kid 3)
    Time to go all the way with it
    Don't just sit there and stare or play with it
    cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds
    the Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feeds
    step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew reality
    until it stood still now your far from a lie
    when the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we'z
    already in the skies or outer space
    standing here on the face of this earth
    to the state to the grid of my turf
    where my mom gave birth
    to all that she loves be it small to othersbut yo its bigger than love
    they did a cross examination of it
    but you can't duplicate the stae of our relations thru translations
    that's not the ticket breaking code in Heiroglyphics
    trying to get down to the specifics

    You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that

    (Bootie Brown)
    Yo! when money talks fools are always checkin'
    depositing their two cents
    Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance
    that becomes a hinderance for them to rise
    When you going to recognize, time waits for no man
    when you going to stand and...
    Get up offa that Bullshit, stop fighting that feeling

    You gotta get up off of that Bullshit... stop fighting that

    Yo, Yo, now let me change the topic just a bit
    talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits
    Comin' to the club looking for a star
    ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar
    scoping around looking for the best dressed,
    smelling for the indo passing up the stress
    sniff sniff yo what does the iahp smell
    A brotha like Suave with pockets that swell
    action was thrown the iahp was blown
    next thing you know I had her at my home
    all alone object to get paid
    the only thing that happened was her ass got laid
    Now no end and her ass was sprung
    Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung
    So listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping ho's
    It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough
    You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit (x6)
    Stop fighting that feeling
    This song was submitted on October 22nd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, Carla Bley, James Dewitt Yancey, Tre Vant Jermaine Hardson, Romye Robinson, Derrick L. Stewart, Emandu Wilcox.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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