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the pharcyde - soul flower (wrong tree mix) lyrics

[verse 1: bootie brown]
people hear and wonder and they wanna know how or why
but let me first introduce myself, i’m tagging the name romye
i’m twenty years of age, i ran across some bullsh+t
people promise you bowl of cherries, but don’t forget there are pits
no hints, it’s quits – in fact, you’re watеr and grits
they got another boy who can rhyme and do thе fly flips
and that’s i, “hi!” – i better get by here because my allies
about to flip that crazy sh+t while i go look for some thai

[bridge: bootie brown]
i need some zig+zags, zig+zags
i need some zig+zags, zig+zags
i need some zig+zags, zig+zags
zig+a+zig+a+zig+a+zig+a+zag

[chorus: imani]
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
[verse 2: imani]
oh, what the heck?
n+ggas 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
’cause the vinyl is delicious, i’m the n+gga who’s ambitious
michael ross is the genie, he’s giving us our wishes
one, i wanna just jam with ya band
you gotta play it all across the land
the plan is grab the ducats and say “f+ck it” to the critics
hey now!
i was walkin’ down the street, bellin’ to the beat
phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
n+gga 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!

[chorus: imani]
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!” (yep!)
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!” (shot him in the ass)
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!” (on the downstroke)
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!” (shot his ass in the downstroke!)
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!” (shot it on the downstroke!)
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
[verse 3: slimkid3]
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
or edna+bo+bedna, banana+fana+funo
yeah, you know shafino, met her in a trio
souped up my glass jet, flew her ass to rio
i’m somewhat creole; so 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 repoed my crops and steel
i chills like scotch on the rocks
’cause i just gets paid for them hardcore props!
ya know?!?

[bridge: slimkid tre]
how long can ya freak the funk?
how long can ya freak the funk?
i separate the good stuff from the junk

[chorus: imani, (slimkid tre)]
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!” (how long can you freak the funk?)
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
“the pharcyde is coming!” “the pharcyde is coming!”
[bridge: fatlip]
what’s the promise land? (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)

[verse 4: fatlip]
i go from skip scott to hip+hop to be+bop to p+funk
cutting enough bullsh+t 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 pulling a pull+out out of a benzie
box, when i rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
yes, i come from cali, no, but 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+eleven slurpees
if magic can admit he got aids – f+ck it, i got herpes

[outro: scratches]

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