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    The Pharcyde

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    (Verse 1)
    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
    This song was submitted on October 23rd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Derrick Lemel Stewart, Emandu Imani Rashaan Wilcox, Jay Dee, Romye Robinson, Trevant Jermaine Hardson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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