Soul Flower (Remix)
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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 bulls*it
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 s*it
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
How I love to get high
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Oh what the heck
****** 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
Because the vinyl is delicious
I'm the ***** who's got b*****s
Michael ross is the genie
He's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your band
Two
You gotta play it all across the land
Three
The plan is grab the ducats
And say **** it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street balin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
***** triedto 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 at the wheel
I'm somewhat creole
Don't like the man of steel
I'm not your carbon copy
But your first rap jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydros
But they repo'd my crops and steel
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 bulls*it to
Turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we' ve sunk s*ips
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 benzie
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles
To make you squirm
Yes I come from callie 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
**** it--i got herpes
Ah s*it
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