Soul Flower (Dogs Bollocks Remix)

People hear and wonder and they wanna know how and why

But let me first introduce myself, I'm tagged the 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 hits, it's quits, it's back to water and grits

They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips

And that I, hi, I better get by because my ally

About to flip that crazy shit while I got 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

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 whack

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 ambitious

Michael Ross is the genie, he's giving us 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 walking down the street, belling 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 noodle

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 name Bruno

A anna-banana, banana-fana-funo, yet you now Shafino

Met her in a trio

Souped up my glass jet flew her ass to Rio

I'm somewhere 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, ya 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

Alright, 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

Taking you out is easier than pulling a pull-out out of a Benzie

Box while 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