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Pharcyde

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Pharcyde was released on November 14, 1995 by The Bicycle Music Company as a part of the album Labcabincalifornia

Song Details

AlbumLabcabincalifornia

Release DateNovember 14, 1995

LabelThe Bicycle Music Company

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Pharcyde

Performer

Bootie Brown

Vocals

Mwalk

Scratches

Fatlip

Vocals

Imani

Vocals

Slimkid3

Vocals

Suave

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Emandu Wilcox

Composer

Derrick Stewart

Derrick Stewart

Composer

Romye Robinson

Composer

Trevant Hardson

Trevant Hardson

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Bootie Brown

Producer

Tim Latham

Recording Engineer

Rick Clifford

Recording Engineer

James Mansfield

James Mansfield

Recording Engineer

Bryan Davis

Recording Engineer

Gary Wallis

Recording Engineer

Anthony Walker

Recording Engineer

Paul Arnold

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Ayy, Squab, what's up?

Ah, I'm coolin', what's happening with you?

Nothin', what's up with The Pharcyde?

Ah, they coolin' in the studio

I heard their new shit on the radio

What new shit?

Their new song on the radio, that shit was pretty tight

Nah, rrt your brakes on, ain't no new song on the radio

It sounded just like them, I thought that shit was them

Nah, nah, nah, pump your brakes, ain't no new song on the radio

It sounded just like them

Yay

[Verse 1]

None of that's true, we do it, not you

That's why I got you stuck on to my style like glue

The crew definitely is back again

But I'm back to win, so just tell a friend

That I'm still twisting and bending

Minds and rhymes until the very end

With the rhyme and the loops

Stomping out wack troops in my big black boots

Collecting respect and the loot

From the way I grab the microphone and execute

Eps think I'm cute

[Verse 2]

Say what?

Yo, man, I pay them no attention, I stay deep into the cut

'Cause I leave the tricks alone 'cause the name is not David

Copper-filled pockets, never made it, don't hate it

So let it be stated

**** couldn't fade it with an edit

And Xerox MCs are pathetic

They tryin' to duplicate, but they comin' out synthetic

The name is Bootie Brown, and phony MCs, forget it

[Chorus]

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

[Verse 3]

I step toward the mic grinnin'

The lyrical, imperial, award-winnin'

Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it (What?)

Because my shit be poppin'

Like gin and juice, I seduce these eps to get loose when I'm droppin'

These rhymes on drums like my **** Def Jeff

My style is more unknown than what happens after death

I come fresh like your breath after you brush

The wack MCs, like that orange soda, get crushed

[Verse 4]

Well, it's apparent, that many are so transparent (Uh)

You can't believe your eyes when you're staring

It's ghostly and mostly the wise who

Yeah, they just run this game before your eyes to (To tell you lies)

For you in gold glitter

For many moons, I've been a go-getter

Took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters

Now them motherfuckers ain't with us to get us (Uh)

M-Walk shake the cut through they neurotransmitter

[Chorus]

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

[Verse 5]

You must respect me 'cause I come directly from my internal

While my eternal infernos steadily towering

And overpowering all sour sounding

Wishing, wishy-washy competition

Definitely wack and lackin' any stable ammunition

Change your mission, men, and listen

My way of salutations get no validations

Just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi

[Verse 6]

Come on and taste the real

Step on inside and confide in the feel

I reside by still waters, just a gear on the wheel

No fear on the steel

Just a Son of Jiva who won't leave my field

[Bridge]

Yeah, that's the new Pharcyde shit, Laniqua

Oh, ok, That's the real shit

Yeah, you feel that?

Yep

Right, right

Yeah, real dope-ass shit

What's up, baby? Aw, right, right, where's M-Walk at? Where's the grand mixer?

Mixin'

He's mixing? Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha

Right, right

I got my man Block in the house

He's over there in the corner 'cause he's a goner

I got my man Paul he's on the table, I mean, he's on the console, you know?

I got full control

Aye, Laniqua

It's about that time, we gotta make up outta here like last year

[Chorus]

Fatlip and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip, and Slimkid Tre

Imani, Bootie Brown

Written by: Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Romye Robinson, Trevant Hardson

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