1.Quinton's On The Way
Lyricist：J Barnes, T Hardson, Q Howze, R Robinson, D Stewart, E Wilcox
Ya Mama remix is wack
Ya Mama remix is wack man, this sucks dick yo
You guys ready？ Are you ready？
(I love it, I love it)
It sucks dick that shit is just wack
(Eric, Eric)
How could you guys go out like that？
You guys are some sucker ass chumps
Now wait a minute dude, don't even say that
Me and Tre catchin' butt-ass, yo it's wack
C'mon nigga, you talk to 'em
That's all I know, aiyyo somebody get the phone
Hello, hello, anybody page Quinton？
Oh yeah, whassup dude？
What's happenin' G, what's goin' on？
Ah chillin', aiy you, you dere？
Aiyeah, yeah, yeah, hey man fuck it
I'll just be up there in twenty minutes
Aight, that's cool
Peace love
Guess what guys？
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
(We're gonna get high)
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
(Yeah)
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay, oh yeah
(Okay)
Everything's okay, a-be-ba-da-bop-bop
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Eh eh eh eh eh eh
Oh, haha, hee, ya, ya, aah, yeah
2.Oh Sh＊t
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, John Martinez, Derek Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Oh, how I tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods
Woody woodpecker would if he could
But I didn't want to pass it up
To the next man had my Walkman bumpin' on
The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'
Like a kill thriller, driller tiller out with the miller brew
Filler up, took it til' the damn Dutch puked
Luke Skywalker ain't a sweet talker so I got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin', ooh and I'm busted for real
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
What to say the least
I'm so slick that they need to call me grease
'Cuz I slips and I slides when I rides on the beast
Imani and your mom sittin' in a tree, K I S S I N G
Yo, first comes the tounge
And then come the she my homey's M O M, what？ M I E
Yo and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear
'Cuz I stepped into his house, his mom's grinnin' ear to ear
Gigglin' and winks for weeks
I would encounter from this female
She's sizin' me up for the kill
Oh, what the hell is what I said to myself
So that I wouldn't worry, I'm sittin' on the couch
And wish Greg would please hurry up
She offered me a cup of ripple, broke out the titty
Squeezed her nipple, said suck it if you like but please don't
bite it
I had an urge to say fuck it but I knew I had to fight it
I took this old bitch in a doggie style
Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit
But all this numskull could say was, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh
Son of a bitch
Son of a bitch
Come on
One fine summertime Sunday evening
Crenshaw Boulevard was in full swing
Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving
Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing
Rollin' in a purple Samurai Suzuki
Dookie braids was an aid to her sex appeal
Dude she was dope man, real dope
On the wheel
Well, anyway I went toot, toot she said hey, a beep, beep
The next day rolled down to the beach
Tuesday me and my new Crenshaw cutie
Coolin' on the beach and now she's rubbin' on my booty
Suck, suck, suckin' on my neck like Dracula
But it wasn't all that spectacular
Why？
'Cuz every time I tried to touch upon her tay titty
She would be like quit B, bitch was frontin' but I didn't say
nothin'
Then all of the sudden after someone pushed the button
I got a funny feeling like something was real wrong
Looked at her shoes and her feet's was real long
Then it hit me, oh please God no
Don't let this ho turn out to be a John doe
He pulled a fast one on me, yo
I guess that's one of those things that make you go, shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
3.Officer
Lyricist：James Henry Boxley Iii, William Jonathan Drayton, Tre Vant
Jermain Hardson, John Manuel Martinez, Carlton Dougla Ridenhour,
Romye Robinson, Eric T. Sadler, Derrick Lemel Stewart, Emandu
Wilcox
Yo, fat lip man
Yo, man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man
Yo, man
You got to tell the suckers what's up boy
Yeah
I got a letter from the DMV the other day
I opened and read it, it said they were suckers
They tried to tell me that my license was suspended
I got offended for a minute then pretended
That I never even got the damn letter
It's nine o'clock on the dot, so I think I'd better
Scoot off to school 'cause in class there's a test
I gotta dress fast grab my glasses and my vest
Oh damn, as hardheaded as I am
Hopped in my hootie ride pumped up the jam
Put it in reverse into first and disperse and
From that very moment on my day got worse
As I was standing in the street, I suddenly seen the smoke
I know that Derek's on his way, I ran to get my coat
And a bag from the room it took a minute, boom
Hopped into the car, we drove away in a zoom
I assume doom as we were drivin' on the gravel
At any given minute we could have a shortened travel
So I ramble about my life is that's a shambles
Should'a took the bus, a bus without the silence horses
Oh nice, I wish we had good bikes
We need to exercise maybe we could take a hike
An' you could give Sheri back those car keys
Because everywhere I walk I would not have to say please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
Away to our destination
No license no insurance not even registration
Tags on the plate say December '82
Car's so dirty it looks gray but it's really blue
Who would think we're up to good
Four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood
In hats and glasses makin' funny passes
Like drivin' slowly playin' low-key for asses
Knowin' damn well one shine will harass us
And all the while we see girls jog
Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog
Then we made a right and I spotted one in tights
(Yo baby what's up, pull over)
{You live with your homeboys？
Yeah, I live with my homeboys
That's where you're takin' me to your house
Where your homeboys are？}
{I mean but they're not home
You ain't got your own crib？
Naw I ain't got
5-0 man, 5-0}
Lights, action without the camera
Side-greens and high beams two to a tee
The blue coat billy goats are crowdin' up my rear view
Hot on the trail of an innocent being
My heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast
I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass
My tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack
What would happen to my girl and my record contract
Yo fellas take off the baseball caps
(What)
Word up I heard that the nerves get tapped
And throw on the glasses and give up the tees
Oh please, don't pull me over officer please
I'm discomboberated
(What)
Discomboberated
(What)
Discomboberated malfunctionated faded
F A D E D
I can't believe it's me
Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please
Oh
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
Please
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer
Don't pull me over Mr. Officer, please
{You don't have a license, you have a warrant
You have ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh
Give me a break, shit man I didn't do nothin' man
Okay so, so nobody has a license？ Okay uh}
{How're you gonna accuse me of doin' something dude
Yeah you guys are definitely goin' to jail here
Okay let's get that impound truck uh right over here um
We're getting pulled over we're going to jail}
4.Soul Flower (Remix)
Lyricist：Simon Bartholomew, Tre Hardson, Jan Kincaid, Andrew Levy,
Romye Robinson, Derrick Stewart, Emandu Imani Wilcox
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
I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
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 cabs 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is delicious
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
You gotta play it all across the land
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics
Hey now I was walkin' down the street bailin' 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
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
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 met her in a trio
Souped up my glass jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me, I had the hydros
But they repo'd my crops and still, 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, freak the funk, all right, freak the funk
Freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk
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 Benzi
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali 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, fuck it, I got herpes, yeah
Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds like NS to me
5.On The DL
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, Rassen Jackson, John Martinez, The Meters,
Emandu Wilcox
So here it is fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough
bullshit
To last me clear to the ends of my term, I hate worms
So I'ma bring in the fish and induce my backhand
To refrain from my fist
Yeah, I wish that I change, then I could shed all the main
You trippin' on my ego but all my shit is sustained
Order, order, I cross the border for a spot in the sun
I'm so down with myself, bitch, I could chill as a bum ho hum
Drum, I'm so burnt that I'm beat, I got my fears on my nerves
And the crowd on my feet the only one who has my back is me
In reality, see, I'm constantly fightin' heavy
When we journey through the sea
Oui oui monsieur, I'm true to the game I believe my friends you
slip me
I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin'
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the E G O
On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
Gotta brush my teeth, clean my nuts off
Put on the gear that i'ma wear throughout my day
But before I take a shower, I ain't ashamed to say
When I think of the night before and the heat of passion
Your big brown booty, my mind starts flashin'
I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock
Should I pursue to do you or just stroke my knot
While my girl is asleep, I'm caught in a jam
Went to the bathroom with cocoa-butter in my hand
Closed the door behind me, locked it very tight
Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night
Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
And let the hand I hold the mic with, take control
Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel
As my thoughts get deeper and a little more intense
If you don't know what comes next, well, you're just too dense
Man you Pharcyde
Y'know what I'm sayin'
Dude, this is it
Man damn, tre
He's chasin' me, scrapin' my knee on the cement
Is what I did, what dug look under the rug
And I got it, hit him in the heart with my night struck a slug
But no this nigga had to go
Peep this I was asleep, he climbed in my window
Grabbed me around the neck said, 'Scream and you're dead'
I thought it was the Devil 'cause his face was glowin' red
He was a brother but this brother had the Devil in his eye
He was out to get I M A N I, first I took my trigger finger with
a wiggle
The Devil jumps into my eyes and then I giggle
In the back of my head, you know Imani feels no shame
I've got my nine I said with my millimeter go bang
I got him, he's crippled so he crawls across the floor
He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door
Bang bang bang, yep I got 'im again
His story's soundin' sad like the movie Ben
But um, anyway I'm just protectin' my shit
'Cause if it wasn't me he's killin'
Then my moms mighta got it
It's on the downlow, don't tell nobody I killed him all right？
On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know
On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know
Flip fly caught you soarin' sky high
But a fly slip wash you up fly drip my
Eyes cry tears fear a baby eagle seagull
Shit falls quicker than a local hero
Zero from zero leaves nothin' now ain't that somethin'？
And all this time you been wantin' somethin' for nothin'
The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
The homeys kick the fact 'cause it's wack to let you fall
Why doesn't what you're rollin' in the hood
So niggas that don't wantcha and you're fucked
Crazy fucked like the slut Heather Hunter
With me the one that punches shit I know you'll get the pick
With the cars and the girls and the ego and the loot chief
I'll make this brief I'd be lyin' through my teeth
If I told you, you was dope and your benefits was reaped
From my ego, those Libro kids are creepin' with the steel
And you're cappin' 'bout this rappin' and they're cavin' in the
grille
On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know
'Bout the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know
6.Return Of The B-Boy
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, John Martinez, Prince Rogers Nelson, Romye
Robinson, Derek Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
Yo yo yo yo, is eighty seven in the house？ Hell yeah
Is eighty eight in the house？ Hell yeah
So, everybody get on up, everybody get on up
Ah, yes, yes, y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall, gets raw like beef y'all
I moo moo like a cow honey-child or ooh, ah, one, two
'Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear for a second
'Cause I'm wreckin' eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin'
Hold on the horse 'cause the force is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the park
And my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip？ Do you need another tip
'Cause that's just like a talk light in the ass crack tip
Jump on it, shake your shit if you want it
Show no shame, hey Malik, goddamn get your arrow
And hang, it ain't no thang to jam on it, jam on it, you don't
stop
The debonair MC in the place to be
Came to rock the B-Boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
So the party won't stop until the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
When I play B-Boy, don't miss y'all
Some people wear all that Fila gear
Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
Say ho, ho, yeah and you don't stop, throw your hands
In the air and wave 'em like you just don't care
If you're sparkin' blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
And ya don't stop, yo 'cause back in eighty-nine
I was doin' the wop, back and forth, forth and back
I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack
Skin is black, what？ Hair is brown, what？
Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
Because I'm fresh and I'm def tonight
Yeah, yeah, West Coast, West Coast, West Coast
Is on fire, we don't need no water
Let the motherfucker burn, burn motherfucker, burn
Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper comin' straight from L.A.
Fly tan, brown skin before you're three years old
And all the ladies love me 'cause I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I bust my move, cold rock the mic
With the hip-hop groove, sucker MC try to call my bluff
You better beware 'cause I'm just too tough y'all, please
Please, y'all, please, please, check it out, y'all, yeah
Please, y'all, yeah, please, please, check it out
So stomp your feet and clap your hand while the DJ is spinnin'
On the DJ stand, on the turntable, one and two
We got the grand incredible cuttin' just for you
Like this, like this, like this, do that shit, do that shit, do
it
All my rhymes are hard as hell, I am the one and I prevail
You will sail, you will fail, I am the doctor, oh yeah
7.Rush
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, Romye Robinson, Emandu Imani Wilcox
Rush, rush, rush, rush
What gets your adrenaline pumping？ Overtaking
Mental thought process move quickly to attain
And acquire that state of being all desires seen
Some get theirs nostril schemes
Old men chasing nothing over nineteen
The rush is good but not the right thing
Too long or too fast, gotta spend lots of cash
Break fast, brakes then mash, gotta make it on time
Rush, through my veins I can feel the blood gush
Gushing, adrenaline rushing, increased heart beating
Pulsating, no time for debating, no waiting, rush
Like getting busted, butt naked fucking
Rushing to have sex, rushing death, that's suicide
Pharcyde give you a rush like holding a gun on nitrous oxide
Or like rolling up on me, man, looking right in my eyes
How women feel when the tongue slides up and down her thigh
Ever tried bungee jumping？ I had a real surprise
Try flying high in the skies then jumping out and parachuting
The way a man feels prior to an execution, rush
Eyes bulge, face flushed, scared of heights？
Try being stuck in an elevator falling a thousand flights
Look out for the, rush everybody's in a, rush
Under pressure we hold it steady
Nothing will be delivered before it's ready
Rush if so？ It's okay, later they'll pay
Rushing to do nothing, rushing trapped in traffic
Gridlocked, speeding up corners
Stay stressed but they cannot rush
Rushing to flush the rest of the evidence
A pure rush like turbulence
They wanna hurry me, they try to worry me
But they can't hurry me unless it's an emergency
And if it ain't, huh, then please stand by
Imani needs to take time to plan mine
But if I gotta do it on the fly, I'll do it on the fly
But why, why？ Rush, rush, rush, rush
Smoking blunts, driving ninety racing on the Pasadena 110
First drop on the colossus, it settles in over shadows
Engraved in the eyes when a real emcee battles
With his opponent, I use it as one component
Linked to the drive when the beat is dropped
I wanted the force to move but rush turns your brain to mush
Stimulation lush, with danger we brush
Sometimes it's the only thing sustaining us
It's the, rush look out for the, rush
Everybody's in a, rush
Beware of the, rush
8.Oh Shit
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, John Martinez, Derek Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Oh, how I tossed that ass up
Like a mission in the woods
Woody woodpecker would if he could
But I didn't want to pass it up
To the next man had my walkman bumpin' on
The fifty yard line and my adrenaline pumpin'
Like a kill thriller driller tiller out with the miller brew
Filler up, took it 'til the damn Dutch puked
Luke skywalker ain't a sweet talker so I got ill
With my light saber that came in one fancy flavor
My strange behavior led to an outburst
The night felt good but the day got worse
I thought I was alone slim trade the stowaway
With a brown-eyed bombshell that was dope enough to pay
I looked over my shoulder and my cover was peeled
By my whole school sayin', 'Ooh' and I'm busted for real
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
What to say the least
I'm so slick that they need to call me grease
'Cuz I slips and I slides when I rides on the beast
Imani and your mom sittin' in a tree, K I S S I N G
Yo, first comes the tounge
And then come the she my homey's M O M, what？
(M I E)
Yo and to think from day one in my eyes I show fear
'Cuz I stepped into his house, his mom's grinnin' ear to ear
Gigglin' and winks for weeks
I would encounter from this female
She's sizin' me up for the kill
Oh, what the hell is what I said to myself
So that I wouldn't worry, I'm sittin' on the couch
And wish Greg would please hurry up
She offered me a cup of ripple, broke out the titty
Squezed her nipple, said, 'Suck it if you like but please don't
bite it'
I had an urge to say fuck it but I knew I had to fight it
Before I could say alakazam
I took this old bitch in a doggie style
Greg walked in the room that nigga cold had a fit
But all this numbskull could say was, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Son-of-a bitch, son-of-a bitch, come on
One fine summertime Sunday evening
Crenshaw Boulevard was in full swing
Perfect example of how looks can be deceiving
Rolled up to what I thought was a pretty young thing
Rollin' in a purple Samurai Suzuki dookie braids
Was an aid to her sex appeal
Dude she was dope man real dope on the wheel
Well, anyway I went toot, toot she said, 'Hey, a beep, beep'
The next day rolled down to the beach
Tuesday me and my new Crenshaw cutie
Coolin' on the beach and now she's rubbin' on my booty
Suck, suck, suckin' on my neck like dracula
But it wasn't all that spectacular
(Why？)
'Cuz everytime I tried to touch upon her tay-titty
She would be like quit B
Bitch was frontin' but I didn't say nothin'
Then all of the sudden after someone pushed the button
I got a funny feeling like something was real wrong
Looked at her shoes and her feets was real long
Then it hit me, oh please God no
Don't let this ho turn out to be a John doe
He pulled a fast one on me, yo
I guess that's one of those things that make you go, shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
9.Otha Fish
Lyricist：John J Iii Barnes, T Hardson, R Robinson
Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that you know
Yeah, and I bet you got layed back
Yeah, I'ma uh, I'm a just sit in here for a couple of hours
Man, don't sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude
Oh no, I'm kinda tired
Nah, we got a basket, we're gonna fill this basket
Before we go, yo, aight, bro
'Cuz there are otha fish
It took a second to register up in my branium
My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium
My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin'
I had to creep through the hound dogs that were stalkin'
This slimmy caught me peepin', this means she wasn't sleepin'
On who I was, so she crept in like a hawk
In a minute's time, we adjourned to the floor
Ooh, I hit a high note 'cuz of the way that she was walkin'
We got into the groove, I didn't bust no, uh, hip hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know, we got together, word, I thought we'd be
forever
Didn't have an umbrella, now I'm soaked in stormy weather
Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall it'll be together
Never sympin' and leave your love life limp
There'll be no suicide attempts for this slim trim kid
'Cuz you know there's otha fish in the sea, that is in the sea
In the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
I reminisce, try to clear up all the myths
For an imaginary kiss with you again
Not even friends, though I wish that I could mend
Like a tailor and be Olive Oil's number one sailor
I ams what I am, still I falls like an anvil
She's heavy on the mind, sometimes it's more than I can handle
But men aren't supposed to tumble into the den B
Macho, but I hancho like Pancho will give in
Family oriented, but not Oriental
A dame is supposed to claim ya even if you drive a Pinto
A hero is a sandwich, and a Manwich is a meal
A marriage is a paper, are they fakin' or for real？
What's the deal dabbers？ Will you go tumbling after
Your man and take a stand or will you help him roll faster？
The reason why I ask you is because I'm sick of this
Bitch lickin' drip, drip from a niggaz benefits
He doesn't even suit ya and he's surely not ya size
I'm surprised that you slept on a heart that's worldwide
And when ya open up ya eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish
That ya don't bruise a limb, as ya swim with Otha fish in the
sea
In the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough
Why ain't you climbin' up？
My hand has been extended every since the day I lent it to ya
I thought I knew ya, but I didn't even know ya
Bro, you're stupid 'cuz ya thought you'd catch a Cupid
And you found that love ain't two whiffs of shit, so I resign or
quit
It ain't even about the hips, or the lips or the tits
Or even the pussy whip, Elizabeth, this is it
Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didn't fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
I'd charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me
The kid is going crazy, they steppin' with my lady
They workin' on a baby, I'm pushin' up the daisies
But, hey diddle diddle, I won't play second fiddle
To no man and stand firm on this
And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me Big Gibraltar miss
No, I won't diss, I'm just like on to otha fish in the sea, in
the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
You know there's otha, you know that there's otha
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's Otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
(In the sea)
You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
In the sea, baby
10.Pack The Pipe
Lyricist：Ralph Burns, Trevant Hardson, Quinton Howze, John Martinez,
Romye Robinson, Derek Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
Trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet
The sky is the limit but we supersede
The greed for the speed is like way beyond limits
I grab my parachute with like forks and spoons in it
And I'm falling, I'm falling, my heart rapid rushes
Death before my eyes, oh why did I trust this
My reactions are repeated over and over and over
Oh it seems like I will never be sober
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
I look in every hip hop magazine it seems
That the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams
And the gomma man with contraband in lesser amounts
I guess 'cause understands he has his chance, he passes like
fouts
But his pass is incomplete 'cause I can tell in the smell
To let the touch he pass me by let the left catch hell
If I wanted to smoke tobacco I'd get a skinny white bitch
I know that fat lip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch
Because the only itch I have is for the in doe or cess
So don't pass me that mess or try to even protest
That it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine
Won't you pack the pipe we keep it movin' down the line
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
I got a big ol' blunt, I'm lampin' on my front porch
About to put a torch to it then Coco said don't do it
Please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old
son
She sent him inside the house mean while my Sheri steadily
rolled
One after the other then another 'cause I'm rollin' in the dough
So we rolled in the in doe as if the kid didn't know
He's lookin' through the window yo while we tryin' to hide it
To make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided
About the bud
Now I have to play the part of the adviser
Because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer
The bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser
So I said come're little man and with his little hand
He grabbed the pipe a lesson in Buddah blessin'
Not too young just right, so he started blazin' it was amazin'
My lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
But who am I to deny the kid a try, at nature's little way of
sayin', hi？
So pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe, let's pack the pipe
Twisting turning burning rings of fire when I come into ya layer
Say ya pay yer fare for the fee, I see the pipe, the pipe is
what I like
I'm imani and I'm hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it, I really want to smoke it
I choke it, the in doe no jokin', I'm doin' it like this
I hope I do not get this by anybody, no by anybody
By anybody, no by anybody
What？ Uh huh uh huh
Why does your mother smoke pipe with crack on the inside
She likes to take a bus ride with a shern stick in her mouth
Preachin' about what the world's goin' on, I don' know what's up
The bitch smokes a lotta heron
Every day a hard base head I don' know what to say
The pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe
The pipe, the pipe let's pack the pipe
I saw ya, the pipe dammit
Now it's dark inside nostril
An inside nose he completed the run
11.Ya Mama
Lyricist：Trevant Hardson, John Martinez, Romye Robinson, Derek
Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
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
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？ Okay, I got
it
(Brothers and sisters)
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 where she walk
Spit comes out that bitch mouth when she talk
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
(Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it)
Ya mama got a glass eye with the fish in it
(Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama)
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
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
(Ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet)
I said ya mama got the wooden legs with real feet
(Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama)
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
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
(Ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand)
I said ya mama's got a peg leg with a kickstand
(Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama)
Aw, 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
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, bat
Her middle name is Mudbone and on top of all that
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
(Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap)
Ya mama's got an afro, with a chin strap
(Ya mama, ya mama, ya mama)
Ya mama got snake skin teeth
Ya mama wears coat hangers for earrings , dude she looks like
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
12.Passin' Me By
Lyricist：Steve Boone, Trevant Hardson, John Martinez, Romye Robinson,
John Sebastian, Mark Sebastian, Derek Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
Now in my younger days I used to sport as shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
Help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
I was on her jock, yes, indeedy I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
With my name last on the looking glass
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on pass
When I dream of fairy tales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell
me
That I should quit chasin' and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her
But, all I can do is stare
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her boots and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy steppin, I'll try to stop her stride
'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by
And I must voice my opinion of not even pretending she didn't
have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side, she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop
She was a flake like corn and I was born not to understand
By lettin' her pass I had proved to be a better man
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me
Now there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian
And now the world around me be gets movin' in slow motion
Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try？
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with
persistance
And I was so low key that she was unaware of my existance
From a distance I desired, secretly admired her
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn, I wish I wasn't such a wimp
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly, P.S. love
me tender
The letter came back three days later, return to sender, damn
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin'
She keeps, passin' me by
She keeps, passin' me by
She keeps, passin' me by
...
13.Knew U
Lyricist：A Perez, Romye Robinson, Emandu Imani R Wilcox
And I still, gotta ask
You could've told me
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
(So, so, so)
From the beginnin' it was known
Had a brother here, but now he's gone, real gone
He's not six deep, find him on 6th Street
His mind now mince meat, sleepin' on concrete
Can tell when she went to sleep, she's still weak
About a big bro, overdid it one day
Decide to hit her, no booze, no drugs, no playaz
No thugs, no luv no hugs
When she caught me, found the stash in the coffee？
Call me from the pay phone speakin' real softly
That I've broken the seal of trust
On her way to her momma's house on the bus
It was old for us, 'Don't make a fuss' she said
As the tears shed, explained that she felt mislead
She couldn't take the pain if I was jailed or found dead
Or if I'd went onside her head
I tried to convince her, only happens to a few
How could I question, after all she'd been through
She said she felt bad, but there was nothin' I could do
I thought I knew, I thought I knew
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
Yeah, me and my man's go back way before the music
I'd never thought that he would lose it and do that
All year he used to be in my house
But now I can't wait to smack the taste out of his mouth
They say that money is the root of all evil
But not having money is the root of all evil
Chillin', talkin', walkin' with my people
Talkin' the walk about how shit goin' be
We gonna rock under any circumstances
When I'm on the microphone you know we advancin'
With or without you, can't fuck with you
We try to forget you, 'cause we're tryin' to get richer
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
And I thought that I knew you
Better than that, better than that
Better than that, better than that
And I thought that I knew you
14.Passing Me By
Lyricist：Steve Boone, Trevant Hardson, John Martinez, Romye Robinson,
John Sebastian, Mark Sebastian, Derek Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag
When I went to school I carried lunch in a bag
With an apple for my teacher 'cause I knew I'd get a kiss
Always got mad when the class was dismissed
But when it was in session, I always had a question
I would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk
And help me with my problem, it was never much
Just a trick, to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
Oh, how I wish I could hold her hand and give her a hug
She was married to the man, he was a thug
His name was Lee, he drove a Z
He'd pick her up from school promptly at three o'clock
I was on her jock, yes indeedy, I wrote graffiti on the bus
First I'd write her name then carve a plus
With my name last, on the looking glass
I seen her yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin'
When I dream of fairy tales I think of me and Shelly
See she's my type of hype and I can't stand when brothers tell
me
That I should quit chasin' and look for something better
But the smile that she shows makes me a go-getter
I haven't gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play by the ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shootin' for her heart, got my finger on the trigger
She could be my broad, and I could be her nigga
But, all I can do is stare back
As kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
Now she's more sophisticated, highly edumacated
Not at all over-rated, I think I need a prayer
To get in her book and it looks rather dry
I guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
Although she's crazy steppin', I'll try to stop her stride
'Cause I won't have no more of this passin' me by
Time for me to voice my opinion of not even pretendin' she
didn't have me
Strung like a chicken, chase my tail like a doggie
She was kind of like a star, thinking I was like a fan
Dude, she looked good, down side, she had a man
He was a rooty-toot, a nincompoop
She told me, 'Soon your little birdie's gonna fly the coop'
She was a flake like corn, and I was born not to understand
By lettin' her pass, I had proved to be a better man
She keeps on passin' me by
(Passin' me by)
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
(Passin' me by)
She keeps on passin' me
Now there she goes again, the dopiest Ethiopian
And now the world around me begets movin' in slow motion
Whenever she happens to walk by, why does the apple of my eye
Overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much I try？
Wait, no, I did not really pursue my little princess with
persistence
And I was so low-key that she was unaware of my existence
From a distance I desired her, secretly admired her
Wired her a letter to get her, and it went
My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me
But I know you very well
Now let me tell you about the feelings I have for you
When I try, or make some sort of attempt, I symp
Damn I wish I wasn't such a wimp!
'Cause then I would let you know that I love you so
And if I was your man then I would be true
The only lying I would do is in the bed with you
Then I signed sincerely, 'The one who loves you dearly
P.S. love me tender'
The letter came back three days later
'Return to sender', damn!
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin' me by
She keeps on passin'
Passin' me by, passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
She keeps passin' me by
...
15.Quinton's On The Way (Skit)
Lyricist：J Barnes, T Hardson, Q Howze, R Robinson, D Stewart, E Wilcox
Ya mama, remix is wack
Ya Mama, remix is wack man, this sucks dick yo
You guys ready？ Are you ready？ I love it, I love it
It sucks dick Eric, Eric that shit is just wack
How could you guys go out like that？
You guys are some sucker ass chumps
Now wait a minute dude, don't even say that
Me and Tre catchin' butt ass yo, it's wack
C'mon nigga you talk to 'em that's all I know
Aiyyo, somebody get the phone
Hello, hello, anybody page Quinton？
Oh yeah, whassup dude？ What's happenin' G what's goin on？
Ahh chillin' aiy you, you dere？
Aiy, yeah yeah, yeah, hey man fuck it
I'll just be up there in twenty minutes
Aight that's cool, peace love
Guess what guys？
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay we're gonna get high
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay
Everything's okay
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's okay, oh yeah
Everything's okay, a be ba da bop bop
Quinton's on his way, Quinton's on his way
Quinton's on his way with another J and it's
Eh eh eh eh eh eh
16.Evolution
Lyricist：Brooks Diane, Hardson Tre Vant Jermaine, Robinson Romye,
Wilcox Emandu Imani Rashaan
Yo, inhale, exhale
Been a long time coming
Still a long way to go
Evolution of manhood
Evolution, revolution
Born with sight but became sightless
Rehabilitated visions from being frightened
In the dark, just bits of light
When lightning sparks, thunder rumbled
Chasing courage from the heart
Searching for solitude without a solitary card
Knees bleeding but proceeding to pray to God
Forever humble but before a man boys stumble
Before there was peace vast lands had crumbled apart
From the truth a great distance
Met with many guides to provide assistance
To shorten that distance with me and the Maker
The mind was overthrown by the undertaker
The Devil's a faker, see he lied to me
Singing sweet sad songs to mesmerize
But my eyes have seen four dimensions
Now gather your strength for all these bad intentions
That you seem to get when you get a little older
Days a lot colder, used to cry upon my mama's shoulder
Till pop finalized it, I analyzed it, can fantasize
With your manhood, make your plan good
With the back up, unfortunately niggas act up
Seems to be no solution, too many facing execution
Then I know many ready to leave the revolution
On their evolution to manhood, manhood
When a boy becomes a man
Takes time to understand
The ways of the world today
When a boy becomes a man
Takes time to understand
The ways of the world today
Step by step, day by day
Don't let the negative vibes lead the 'Cyde astray
We keep the positive vibes till everything is okay
On the evolution to manhood, to manhood
We realized it then re-devised it then exercised it
Got connected and we checked and it's correct
That the soul extends far beyond this fleshy existence
The rest is still trapped in ignorance, giving resistance
From a distance, interference from far away
But neither Tim nor Anfernee had a harder way
On getting here, I'm spitting clear
Connecting with the energies from near and far away
Karma, karma
Come back like a ricochet
To hit ya so I'm coming with the scripture
For the fixture, get the picture？
Step by step, day by day
Don't let the negative vibes lead the 'Cyde astray
We keep the positive vibes till everything is okay
On the evolution to manhood, to manhood
17.Frontline
Lyricist：Hardson Tre Vant Jermaine, Lemay Rodney, Robinson Romye,
Wilcox Emandu Imani Rashaan
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
Who could believe in you if what you say isn't true
If he's deceiving me then what's he see for you
When they raise the flag who do I pledge allegiance to
Life in paper bags, sometimes they fall through
Best love I ever had was this world when it was new
Back in nineteen-seventy all the way to eighty-two
Things were heavenly around the town where I grew
Family love was the sound that I knew or ran home to
Don't it make your brown eyes blue？
When somebody loves you just for you
With no competition testing you
What's the proposition of our disposition unable
You said that I'm a finish, my style won't replenish
You reckon I'll diminish, fuck a demolition
I'm steady on a mission with no intermission
Cramped up in rough conditions like a Cessna in a hurricane
I get my best nuts standing on virgin stages
Feeling timeless and ageless
Seen those like embryos in our invasion
It's universal, God is amazing
They mad 'cause my rhymes even sound fresh a Capella
Hella fellas is hella jealous, had me feeling uncomfortable
'Cause they're unacceptable while we're the exceptional
Here to let you know they're influenced by the phenomenal
While you're unable 'cause you're too unstable
All of your progress is minimal and that's the inescapable fact
Verbal rhyme visionaries equipped with stacks of wax
Rhythm that varies and carries like the wind
Traveling and elevating towards unattainable heights
Exercising my rights and just trying to do what I feel is right
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
There's a lot of players in the game
And they seem they can't remember why, forgot their goals
Lost then stole like skipper in the minnow
Now they got a long face like Leno
Stressed, feeling gray, nervous
Asking what they did to deserve this
Maybe it's not what you did but what you did not
You're like snot, uncomfortable, agitated
We inter raining what was said in the past
Nigga could buy a Benz and can't afford gas
Getting nowhere fast in a hurry
My visions not blurry, to quote Mr. Flave
Don't believe the Hype unless his last name is Williams
Then it's guaranteed play, am I lying？
If you ask me how I'm doing, I'm trying
To stay above six feet outside of the bars and the concrete
Love pumping grass making a bomb beat
This is for my niggas on the late night creep
Watch where you sleep, watch where you sleep
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
No time to relax, nowhere to run
Living on the frontline
Oh yeah, 342nd airborne
Paratrooper platoon
18.Trust
Lyricist：Hardson Tre Vant Jermaine, Robinson Romye, Wilcox Emandu
Imani Rashaan
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
I'd like to welcome all of you
Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman
You are here with the three conductors of rhythm
Yes, constructors of reality through musical composition
Yes, relax and interface as we take you into the next phase
Where ya at, where ya at？ They keep asking where ya been
We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde
What's the gripe, clown, turn that hype down
You had your chance but wasn't able to advance
Now you're stuck in a trance, all caught up in our rhythmic
avalanches
Biting our sound like sandwiches, you fucked up your chances
Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled
But had no real substance so under pressure you fold
Freak the peak of this lick, ghetto chic over fresh beats
Overexposed and cheats with verbal traction like cleats
Trying to get skeets, huh
Yup, they trying to get mine but I walk that fine line
'Cuz fools carry heat like sunshine
Damn, Pharcyde's popping, they hipping and they hopping
And it ain't no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin'
Banging until they jaws is dropping, again
When it seems there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
When it seems there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
Waiting around, it's like a hot day to burn it up
With another hot plate, got your neighbors irate
Volume way past 8, keep me booming in your system
From your residence to your auto, niggas envious
Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle
Por favor, give you what you want and more
At the record store, first letters â~PH' as in phosphorous
Learn to enrich my mind, working on being prosperous
A fool with money is quick to part
Some things start off sweet and end up tart
When you was expectant it the crew and I connected
Keep it collective from first to last
Is it banging, is the question that they ask
When it seems there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
Impressed with the wrong impression
About this rap shit, it's more than my profession
It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand
Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man
Out of the soft, stressing, I fall down to my knees
For my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute
'Cuz greed had me testing my own fate
My own self-worth and how it goes to waste
All these things that I'm supposed to face
It gets scary on my planet sometimes
My intuition in the back of my mind tells me right from wrong
Giving me strength to write this song, I might not be here long
So I take it serious and stop chasing a dream
'Cuz it made me delirious, all cats are curious entering wrong
When it seems there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
When it seems there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
When it seems there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
When it seems there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack rappers on hush
19.World
Lyricist：Hardson Tre Vant Jermaine, Robinson Romye, Walker Anthony De
Shaun, Wilcox Emandu Imani Rashaan, Wilson Scott
What the world needs is true expression
From the soul and the heart？
What the world needs is you and me？
What the world needs is the universe and love？
Please remain seated
People walk with the eyes of a child
And a smile so innocent and a heart so militant
Brain's got an ill intent, so be intense
Some friends at the margin
Making summer streams harden
All these bulls shitting
Trying to milk me by the carton
But, uh, excuse me, sir, I beg your pardon
Can't you see how low the hole has gotten？
Apple's completely rotten with the worm in it
Dying still we're relying on who？
In this case I face the grace
Of my unseen God
Even the taste of what's seemingly odd
Relieving what stress I manifested
From the weight of the world on my chest
Feeling restless, ready to hurt someone
But a hurt that size never eased the eyes
To no one, it's no fun, selfless shades of living
Got to feel each day that's given
Now what the world needs is a love
That's sweeter than the melodies
That makes you go around and round and round
Now what the world needs is a love
That's sweeter than the melodies
That makes you go around and round and round
In too many situations I'm finding more complications
Than childirth but this my earth
And I'm a conscious creature of creation
Hear with my imagination
Living for my son, dying for my son
Walking into the sun, each one, teach one
And it's love that completes the mission
And adds to everything that you thought was missing
Listen, you got to keep your mind, body and soul in check
In this land of no respect, where it's all about the cheque
I'm looking for a better day
Thinking that there's got to be a better way
Ask Tre, when I'm challenged
I use my talents to balance and to rise like helium
Using love to find that happy medium
Forget that hostility
'Cause with love there's always a possibility
Now what the world needs is a love
That's sweeter than the melodies
That makes you go around and round and round
Attempts at convincing me
To downplay another man's form of expression
That's not what I'm here to do
I fear it too but the future is now
And how can I make a song
That makes the world sing songs of love and peace？
When everyday's a fight with hate and the beast
On what seems like unfair grounds
Everybody I know is loading up rounds
For protection, well being and safety
Which is capitalised
Watching out for niggas fantasizing that they're Tupac
With only two cents, way too tense
Looking to prove and convince
That they're big balling
But their neighbours was calling
Now they're hauling that ass out to Chino
Got a girl with the bambino on the way
Due like a library textbook
Writing letters, praying to God
That my son is not the next crook
Sent out to join Poppa
Wish life was like a soap opera
With the happy ending
But you know love is always recommending
Now what the world needs is a love
That's sweeter than the melodies
That makes you go around and round and round
Do we believe that we're civilized, sophisticated or advanced
So quick to draw blood if given a chance
We dance with the devil and romance with his rage
With a curse on our mind our prayers seem vague
The plague that sweeps across the garden is fear
Scared of our questions for the days that come near
So we stand guard over our bag of fool's gold
Never bowing our heads for the souls that we sold
And it's cold for the heart that stays towards itself
And only feels love for the abundance of wealth
But you can't pay your way through the gates of paradise
And you can't camouflage your grief from God's eyes
But lucky for us the Creator sees clear
With visions of times when we shed few tears
When our smiles have stretched from ear to ear
All the steps that we've travelled from year to year
And He loves who we are deep down inside
Forgives all the hatred, the greed and the pride
It's the same kind of love that could keep us afloat
When we all realise we need the same boat
With our hands interlocked we could carry the sun
And bring forth the light where the damage was done
So let's do the raindance and water the seeds
And pray that the harvest brings what we all need
20.It's Jiggaboo Time
Lyricist：Tre Hardson, Rahsaan Lamarr Jackson, John Manuel Martinez,
Romye Robinson, Derrick Lemel Stewart, Emandu Wilcox
Aiyyo yo yo I tell you what's up
I tell you tell you, tell you what's up
When you sign a crossed line, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time yo it's jiggaboo time
When you're runnin out of lyrics, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Yo, when you rappin for the money, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time it's jiggaboo time
When you don't have a plan, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
You're rappin' for the white man, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
When you don't have soul, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Nigga when there's pork in your bowl, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
So lts and lots of pork in your bowl, jiggaboo time
A real big bowl of fat, wait a minute wait a minute
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
It's jiggaboo time, it's jiggaboo time
Aow! Show me them teeth baby
Okay could you bug your eyes just a little bit？
Yeah, straighten that ass out
Yeah, yeah, that's cool, I mean you know, real ghetto
Okay we'll shoot the video over here
We need umm like a street area, y'know, toothless
And homeless, wearin' gold chains, all that shit
Fuck all that bullshit!
I ain't going out like no sucker
But we're all jiggaboos in our own way
So, might as well just get paid, and say, fuck it, y'know
21.Network
Lyricist：Hardson Tre Vant Jermaine, Martinez John Manuel, Robinson
Romye, Trotter Tarik, Wilcox Emandu Imani Rashaan
Aiyo, we got five minutes, man
Yo, yo Brown, sup, man, we got five minutes
Imani, let's go, yo, Ro, let's go
Devastating rhyme creating, innovating
Got you anticipating the arrival of the Cyde
Well seasoned like curry from India or Jamaica
Bring yuh gal to de show mi posse may tek her
Then cake her, how we're flipping thoughts skipping
Ready for the sabotage while the entourage
Take her somewhere remote, got her open like a cargo pod
Our lyrics blend like camouflage
You be wondering what's happened like Rog
Yeah, son zoom like the moon
You and your whole cartoon platoon
Gets eradicated, y'all barely made it
Listen to the words of the man, now I'm hella faded
Now I'm elevated, and now I'm here to state it
Your entire empire is tired
Y'all need to retire
Like an old player 'cause your flavor is now expired
Come on, I rap wise and lyrically baptize, respect
Resurrect em like they're holy
Holding blessed communion
Redesign laws of union in a revolution
Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies
Steals your breath and then you die
No one heard you cry
Now he's off to the next man's urging eye
Our excursion eliminates those folks that's purging
Like virgin we be conquering, reconstruct with surgery
On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk
Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt
Companies perfected how to jerk
Crews come together, put some love back in it
Network, we network
On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk
Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt
Companies perfected how to jerk
Crews come together, put some love back in it
Network, we network
Cover your ears, your clothes
Your eyes then look alive
The most high, draw swift out the holster
Rude boy ragamuffin, roots and culture
It gets deep, I scuba dive beneath the street
Then rise through concrete with
New and improved beats
And kick emcees in they teeth with steel cleats
Extreme like war and peace but none the least
We retract it, then the bullshit got subtracted
Then you got attacked and attracted to this matter it's
Like a magnet, truly expression through touring
Two majestic rap bands exploring foreign lands
With the mic in hand I cold took command
You here to destroy, we here to build and plan
Hella faded from the trees we bought, beware
Cause you can get caught by the all-out
Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought
Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man through
Some lab test, grab vest while I commence
To execute with acute precision, cause collision
Got caught up in the head bobbing, neck jerking
And trying to get my polished shine networking
Merging, converging to split your melon
Have you screaming yelling, crew bail in
The complete steez, young cats look up to us
Like trapeze, they love the way we swing it
It's the Roots inside guaranteed to bring it to these nits
Got individuals expecting residuals for the mic
On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk
Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt
Companies perfected how to jerk
Crews come together, put some love back in it
Network, we network
Yo, my network spit shit making your neck hurt
You're now in tune to the sounds of the expert
A hundred flave-ahs of this widespread chaos
About to blow like the sextet of Miles Dave-ahs
Thought from the Illafive on the Phar-cidic
The blizzard isotona rap style, y'all can fit it
Full body armor sounds, emcees can never hit it
Venom when I spit it, backdraft when we lit it
Blow like chemical contents, I exercise this convent
Who done this cause we did this, booked and fingerprinted
Unlimited turn, early bird catches the worm
My penicillin heals, taking turns we trying to burn
Rub me down like lubriderm, we the cure and you're the germ
Embalm you with the fluid, make you do it like sherm
Keep you up until the end of the term
Niggas green with envy like they had gamma treatment
Find it hard to compete with, I'm on some steep shit
My skills I always polish it up till it's shining
Like a brother with a brand new Lex
Rhymes on it like sporting two tecs
With laser lights make the red dot
Bring it your face while you're blinking
White white hot, thermal
Burn your shit down like a towering inferno
Selecting and connecting them peckish grooves
To make you move, move you all like you fall
Verbal graffiti when we spray words on the mic like aerosol
On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk
Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt
Companies perfected how to jerk
Crews come together, put some love back in it
Network, we network
On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk
Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt
Companies perfected how to jerk
Crews come together, put some love back in it
Network, we network
On tight beats we lurk, to drive you berserk
Leaving suckers shook, what a skirt
Companies perfected how to jerk
Crews come together, put some love back in it
Network, we network
22.Misery
Lyricist：Hardson Tre Vant Jermaine, Rae Dina, Robinson Romye, Wilcox
Emandu Imani Rashaan
Uh, I know you
You used to ride up high on your green steed
Usually after they come down
Fools come back around
Sniffing out the weed
In dire need of just some
Simple conversation
For some inspiration
Well accustomed to being unwelcome
Exclamation, no comma
More drama from your common
Or regrets that keeps coming back like
Shadows at sunset
Some sweat while we move
They try to blackmail this black male
With weak stories and frail ass tales
Your worthless
Ruthless, movements won't do it
So don't do it
Your envy is hungry like the wolf and Duran Duran
And your plan is see through like Seranne
Dried in the Sudan
You need to come with a new plan
Your loneliness was the 'cause of all of this behold
It was no real reason for all that to be told
Your brain is twitching, stop bitching
Intertwining mine like stitchin'
You and your uncontrollable, gullible, emotional conditions
And misery
(Misery, misery, love)
Why you wanna take me there？ With you, with you
(Company)
And misery
(Misery, misery, love)
Why you wanna take me there？ With you, with you
Claimin' to be a friend in need
Troubles interwoven like tweed, suits
What lower than soles on boots？
A partner, you told to get his shit together
Stayed in co hoots
Aggravated, agitated, misery he scoots
Cumbersome, isolated, bad villains migrated
Tryin' to take me down under
Treat me like aborigines
Knock to ground like tees at the matches
Who realizes the turn disasters
Got me thinking negative
With things developing the bonk
And brings a whole new pitch
Changin' my frame of thought
Caught by the misery your brought
And always wanna bring
Love to cling like static, start static
You exist to create a panic, sorrow, ruin the mood
Random craters, troy the good vibe
Words can describe, portray
But I not down with your forte, of disarray
You make my spirit decay
'Cause my focus to stray
And misery
(Misery, misery love)
Why you wanna take me there？ With you, with you
(Company)
And misery
(Misery, misery love)
Why you wanna take me there？ With you, with you
(Company)
I ask myself this question, is freedom what I really want？
Soaking in a boola pain
Dreaming what my love has been
For life
I recall being born again twice
'Cause every time I reach for what ain't real
I fall on the knife, and die
Or drown in my tears around the reason why
We ain't achieving it
Instead of just believing in
God almighty, not the almighty God
Selling souls for bargain prices
Always make me holler
Smart enough to be a scholar
Dumb founded on the dollar though
One step for mankind
Makes a million miles of trying for
Once you live in luxury a million things are dyin'
A million voices lying
Never add up to the truth
98% of that makes me want the other two
To complete this love
Wishin', to help my condition
Every day I wishing
And every way I hoping, and wishin'
And misery
(Misery, misery, ah)
Why you wanna take me there？ With you with you
(Company)
And misery
(Misery, misery, love)
why you wanna take me there？ With you
(Company)
And misery
(Misery, misery love)
Why you wanna take me there？ With you, with you
(Company)
And misery
(Misery , misery love )
Why you wanna take there？ With you, with you
(Company)
23.Blaze
Lyricist：Andrews Sizwe, Campbell Greg, Martinez John Manuel, Murray
Trevant, Robinson Romye, Wilcox Emandu Imani Rashaan
For nights and days we blaze
Inhale, don't it feel good？
Pass it around so we all could
Be on the same plain, I dwell amongst the clouds
Dream of other styles, captivate
(Meditate)
Open a bag that hasn't been touched
A pile of bud, a sack of blunts
Get backwoods to get back, good
Fools
Number one cash drop
Five G's to drop
With no seeds to pop
Time to recoup
Throw the stress in the trash can
As we laughin' at the Afghan
Of the herb I'm a fan
Thc, keep it all in me
Can't you see, I'm
Gonna get some bubble gum
Been around the world like puffy
Puffin' in exotic hot spots
(In exotic hot spots)
Spit from heaven above, hourly dove
She started from the seed to sex the female
Couldn't cut her
Couldn't taste her till the hairs was half pale
Trade affiliated
Chillin' 96 degrees in the shade faded
And God bless my
DJ TY
Keepin' my dubs wise
Pockets broke in size
Haterism on the rise
(No joke, man)
Lacin' up, tokin' herbals, tokin' verbals
Fuzzy like gerbals
Off the plant I pick it
To the paper i stick it
Fine lime fruity smell makes even straights wanna kick it
Taste it, better organically grown, sun basted
I go batty batty batty
Burnt seats in the caddy
Due to 320 hollow florescent sodium
Clipped and transplanted
Females, have your eyes slanted
Iris burgundy
Phasing in and out
With lots of laughs and a couple of blunts
Up the charts I'm scalin'
I got the bomb for you
There's no need for hatin'
I got nugs you can hug like pimps
It don't mean a thing to me
Just don't double clutch
Pass the stuff I know you had enough
Gettin' all freaky and stuff
Trees for breakfast, trees for lunch
Rockin' weed, cool aid punch, Neslie crunch
Crunch buds, lots of love and peace sign
I feel fine
For nights and days we blaze
Hella zoned, hella blown
Hit up my man on the telephone
Fried, sky high
Bake for the day, fry now pay later
Comin' up on the superb herb
Flowers
Thc powers
Got me higher than sears towers
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