Soul Flower (Remix)
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People hint and wonder
And they wanna know how and why
But let me first introduce myself
Im tagging name romye
Im 20 years of age
I ran across some bulls*it
People promise you bowl of cherries
But dont forget there are pits
No hints its quicks
Its like the water and grits
They got another boy
Who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And thats 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
Its brand new and heavy
As a chevy and in fact
The pharcyde is coming
And I hope were not wack
But at this point theres no turning back
But to be exact Ive got more flavors
Than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot
Because the vinyl is delicious
Im the *** ** whos got *******
Michael ross is the genie
Hes 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
***** 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 Im 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
Im somewhat creole
Dont like the man of steel
Im 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 repod 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 dont want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man
Once again its 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 weve sunk s*ips
From the pacific to the atlantic
I dig dips whove got the hips
That are gigantic cause Im 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
Dont roll the dice
If you cant 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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