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    The Pharcyde

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    Beat, beats
    Blingin' lights
    No fights
    Strictly the vibe
    The hype shit
    Packed with freaks with all types of tight shit
    Glam or ous
    No rush
    Patiently waiting
    For the perfected performance
    With friends
    I'm rolling blunts
    Holding cups filled with hen
    With ice
    Feelin' nice
    I've only been
    To this spot twice
    And it only gets
    With time
    But it woulda been 100 percent better
    If I wasn't outside
    All night standing on line
    Trying to get in fo' free or less
    Out side on line cause the homie
    The homie got the wrong code address
    Add it to the stress
    Yea we got in but I can hardly see
    Makin/ my way through the peoples
    Like swimmin' through the sea
    Damn the epitome
    Cappatope E take it to a higher degree

    Cipher, bound
    Whats it like to (rough?) around
    In the twenty one gun salute
    Competition don't rest
    Like a veteran in battle
    Standing outside
    In the line
    Knees rattle
    Heart beat sinks with the vibrations that fleet
    From the harmonic corridors me and my party freakin' to
    Ace that came before
    Didn't even have the taste
    The musi
    The lights
    Wait till they embrace
    Love is doing a slow jam
    Duck in the shadows
    Wait for a change in the program
    While I roll a gram point five
    One fifty one got me spinnin' with the vibe
    Barely got behind security we got the ride

    Alright backup the guest list is closed
    Yo homie I cant handle that
    Man I got like forty bucks
    And I could hook you up with a lil' weed
    Aight kick it up twenty mo'
    Man we straight?

    Mirror mirror on the wall
    Who is the fairest
    Whose the big baller
    Run his shit in the terrace
    Dream apparets
    Wanted by sugar daddy derrace
    He swishen off the ever clear
    But we can see the clearess
    I feel it a mile away
    So baby let us come and let us give it
    Roll me with those eyes again
    I hope he understand
    You wanna live out your fantasies
    Out with another man
    Flakin' on your girlfriends
    Gettin' lost on carol Anne
    And pull two guys
    Rum and coke
    Hold the ice
    I believe they're all the price
    The cover charge of living large
    In between the social margin
    They be paying the price
    So you can be the superstar

    Don't know if its perfect
    This song was submitted on August 16th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox, Romye Robinson, Trevant Jermaine Hardson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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