Bizarre Ride Ii The Pharcyde

[i dedicate this to buddah...this is our song dedicated to
Smokin' weed, 'cause we smoke lots of mad weed all the
Time...mad mad mad...so tre, tre since we smoke a lot of
Mad weed...you got what you want coppenhagen,
Give the people buddah...indoe gentlemen...a lovely yell oh
That old boy...you must love the buddah...listen man your
Mother's (weed beat) is hip-hop...you gotta (scrosho
Bard)...man]

Trapped in the cockpit
At forty thousand feet
The sky is the limit
But we superscede
The greed for the speed is like
Way beyond limits
I grab my parachute with like
Forks and spoons in it
And i'm falling
I'm falling
My heart rapid rushes
Death before my eyes
Oh why did i trust this
My reactions are repeated
Over and over and over
Oh it seems like i will never be sober

[get up, pack it in...high...i love gettin' high...im'a get high
'till i die...can i have a light my brother...where is my bud]

The pipe, the pipe
Let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I look in every hip-hop magazine
It seems
That the blunts are being passed around the scenes in teams
And the (gomma) man with contraband in lesser amounts
I guess 'cause understands he has his chance passes like fouts
But his pass is incomplete 'cause i can tell in the smell
To let the touch he pass me by
Let the (left) catch hell
If i wanted to smoke tobacco i'd get a skinny white bitch
I know that fatlip carries a pack to cure the nicotine itch
Because the only itch i have is for the indoe or cess
So don't pass me that mess
Or try to even protest
That it's adding to the flavor 'cause the old one was fine
Won't you pack the pipe
And keep it movin` down the line

The pipe, the pipe
Let's pack the pipe
(x4)

I got a big ol' blunt
I'm lampin' on my front porch
About to put a torch to it
Then coco said don't do it
Please don't hit that shit in front of my little four year old son
She sent him inside the house meanwhile my sheri steadily rolled one
[what are you doing (daddy)?]
After the other
Then another
'cause i'm rollin' in the dough
So we rolled in the indoe
As if the kid didn't know
He's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it
To make a boy grow to be ignorant and misguided
About the bud
Now i have to play the part of the advisor
Because the bud is just the tasty tantalizer
The bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser
[figaro]
So i said come're little man
[whatcha want old man]
And with his little hand
He grabbed the pipe
A lesson in buddah blessin'
Not too young
Just right
So he started blazin'
It was amazin'
My lungs are black and shriveled up like a raisin
But who am i to deny the kid a try
At nature's little way of sayin' hi?
[thank you old man]
So pack

The pipe, the pipe
Let's pack the pipe
(x4)

Twisting turning burning
Rings of fire when i come into ya layer
Say ya pay yer fare for the fee
I see
The pipe
The pipe is what i like
I'm imani and i'm hype give me the pipe tonight
I really wanna smoke it
I really want to smoke it
[...]
I choke it
The indoe no jokin'
I'm doin' it like this

[i hope i do not get this by anybody
By anybody
By anybody
By anybody
What? uh huh uh huh

Well where's quinton, quinton, quinton where are you?
Yo quint, quint come're who got a lighter?...imani got a
Lighter...ah kick somethin' on the mike]

Why does your mother smoke pipe
With crack on the inside
She likes to take a bus ride with a (shern) stick in her mouth
Preachin' about
What the world's goin' on
I don' know what's up
The bitch smokes
A lotta heron
Every day a hard
Basehead
I don' know what to say
[where's bus (stop) we'll call you up]
Let's pack the pipe

The pipe, the pipe
Let's pack the pipe
(x3)

Who packs the booty on the side (wipe)
I crack
I've lost track
It's a cheap fuckin' pipe

I saw ya...
[say when]
The pipe dammit!

[now it's dark inside nostril an inside nose he completed the run]

Yo fatlip man
Yo man they tryin' to run a 5-0 move on us man
Yo man
You got to tell the suckers what's up boy
Yeah ha-ha

I got a letter from the dmv
The other day
I opened and read it
It said they were suckers
They tried to tell me that my license was suspended
I got offended
For a minute then pretended
That i never even got the damn letter
It's nine o'clock
On the dot
So i think i'd better
Scoot off to school
'cause in class there's a test
I gotta dress fast
Grab my glasses and my vest
Oh damn
As hardheaded as i am
Hopped in my hootie ride
Pumped up the jam
Put it in reverse
Into first
And disperse and
From that very moment on my day got worse

As i was standing in the street
I suddenly seen the smoke
I know that derek's on his way
I ran to get my coat
And a bag from the room
It took a minute, boom
Hopped into the car
We drove away in a zoom
I assume doom
As we were drivin' on the gravel
At any given minute we could have a shortened travel
So i ramble
About my life (is that's a) shambles
Should'a took the bus
A bus without the (silence horses)
Oh nice
I wish we had good bikes
We need to exercise
Maybe we could take a hike
An' you could give sheri back those car keys
Because everywhere i walk i would not have to say please

Please
Don't pull me over mr. officer
Don't pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

Away
To our destination
No license no insurance
Not even registration
Tags on the plate say december '82
Car's so dirty it looks gray
But it's really blue
Who would
Think we're up to good
Four black niggas ridin' through the neighborhood
In hats and glasses
Makin' funny passes
Like drivin' slowly
Playin' low-key for asses
Knowin' damn well one shine will harrass us
And all the while
We see girls jog
Sheri's little car is pourin' out smog
Then we made a right and i spotted one in tights [ooh]
[yo baby what's up, pull over]

[you live with your homeboys?...yeah i live with my
Homeboys...that's where you're takin' me to your house
Where your homeboys are?...i mean but they're not
Home...you ain't got your own crib?...naw i aint got...]
[5-0 man, 5-0]

Lights, action
Without the camera
Side-greens and high beams
Two to a tee
The blue coat billy goats are crowdin up my rearview
Hot on the trail of an innocent being
My heartbeat is racin' at a pace so fast
I'm wishin' that the coppers would get off my ass
My tail, can't go to jail 'cause it's wack
What would happen to my girl and my record contract
Yo fellas [what]
Take off the baseball caps
Word up i heard that the nerves get tapped
And throw on the glasses and give up the (tees)
Oh please don't pull me over officer please
I'm discomboberated [what]
Discomboberated [what]
Discomboberated malfunctionated faded
F-a-d-e-d
I can't believe it's me
Oh please
Oh please
Oh please
Oh please
Oh

Please
Don't pull me over mr. officer
Don't pull me over mr. officer please
(x4)

[you don't have a license, you have a warrant, you have
Ninety parking tickets we have to take you in uh...give me
A break, shit man i didn't do nothin' man...ok so, so
Nobody has a license? ok uh,...how're you gonna accuse
Me of doin' something dude...yeah you guys are definitely
Goin' to jail here, ok let's get that impound truck uh right
Over here um...we're getting pulled over we're going to
Jail]

Bam! who's next? (ooooh)

If i were president, if i were president
I'd make sure all the money spent
Onnnnnnnn, good things
I wouldn't have no lint in my pocket
I'd rock it rock it i'd shock it
I would not jock the fact that there are
Rich people in the world because yo i got a girl
And she needs new clothes and i need new sneakers
And that's all i know
If i were president, if i were president
If i were president, if i were president!

If i was president (what would you do?)
I would not carry, oh no spare change
I would just rearrange, the whole government structure
Cause there seems to be something that's
Messing with the flucture of the money (what?)
It's not coming to me
So now it's time for me to tell my homey jarod d
So i'm, looking at my wallet and i do not have a buck
Damn i'm out of luck, damn i'm feeling stuck

Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that you know
Yeah, and i bet you got layed back
Yeah, i'ma uh, i'm a just sit in here for a couple of hours
Man, don't sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude
Oh no, i'm kinda tired
Nah, we got a basket, we're gonna fill this basket before we go, yo
Aight, bro
Cause there are otha fish...

[slim kid tre]
It took a second to register up in my branium
My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium
My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin
I had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin
This slimmy caught me peepin, this means she wasn't sleepin
On who i was, so she crept in like a hawk
In a minute's time, we adjourned to the floor
Ooh! i hit a high note cause of the way that she was walkin
We got into the groove, i didn't bust no, uh, hip-hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know, we got together, word, i thought we'd be forever
Didn't have an um-ber-ella, now i'm soaked in stormy weather
Whether two birds of a feather fly or fall it'll be together
Never sympin, and leave your love life limp
There'll be no suicide attempts for this slim-trim kid
Cuz you know there's otha fish in the sea, that is, in the sea
In the sea that is

(chorus 3x)
(in the sea) you know there's otha fish in the sea that is

I reminisce, try to clear up all the myths
For an imaginary kiss with you again
Not even friends, though i wish that i could mend
Like a tailor and be olive oyl's number one sailor
I ams what i am, still i falls like an anvil
She's heavy on the mind sometimes it's more than i can handle
But men aren't supposed to tumble into the den b
Macho, but i hancho like pancho will give in
Family oriented, but not oriental
A dame is supposed to claim ya even if you drive a pinto
A hero is a sandwich, and a manwich is a meal
A marriage is a paper, are they fakin or for real?
What's the deal dabbers? will you go tumbling after
Your man and take a stand or will you help him roll faster?
The reason why i ask you is because i'm sick of this
Bitch lickin drip drip from a niggaz benefits
He doesn't even suit ya and he's surely not ya size
I'm surprised that you slept on a heart that's worldwide
And when ya open up ya eyes, babe, my mate, i really wish
That ya don't bruise a limb, as ya swim with otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is

(chorus 3x)

Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough
Why ain't you climbin up?
My hand has been extended every since the day i lent it to ya
I thought i knew ya, but i didn't even know ya
Bro, you're stupid, cause ya thought you'd catch a cupid
And you found that love ain't two wiffs of shit
So i resign or quit
It ain't even about the hips, or the lips or the tits or
Even the pussywhip, elizabeth, this is it
Because i slipped and i tripped into a shoe that didn't fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
I'd charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me
The kid is going crazy, they steppin with my lady
They workin on a baby, i'm pushin up the daisies, but
Hey diddle diddle, i won't play second fiddle
To no man and stand firm on this
And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me big gibraltor miss
No, i won't diss, i'm just like on to otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is

(chorus 3x)

You know there's otha, you know that there's otha
(chorus repeats 20x)

In the sea, baby (4x)

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)

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 bullshit
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 shit while i go look for some thai

I need some zig-zag, zig-zag (3x)
I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
How i need those zig-zag
[i need some] zig-zag, zig-zag
How i love to get high

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)

What the?
Oh what the heck
Niggas 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=20
I'm the nigga who's got bitches
Michael ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One i wanna just jam with your band
Two two two...=20
You gotta play it all across the land
Three three three...
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck 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
Nigga 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 (5x)
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=20
Met her in a trio
Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel
I'm somewhat creole=20
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=20
'cause i just gets paid for them hard-core props
You know?

How long can you freak the funk? (2x)
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 (4x)

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=20
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, fuck it--i got herpes

Ah shit.
Ns, ns
Sounds like ns to me!

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)

Uhh, do you take, rhymealinda
Do you love me tre, do you really love me?
To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

Uhhh, uhhhhh, i do, i do, no i don't, i do

Ah roomie zoom zim, i'm all to be wet
To rhymealinda i remember umm, when we first met
In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
But umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little rhymea's true
I can't wait to say i do and oh yeah honey there's no due
I got my chariot, rollin, now i'm mic controllin
Got some spunk in my funk, i can't wait to put some soul in
We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes
One is little mike the other's ike i'm sure that you would like
To hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes
When they're born, i've sworn, to bring em up right
You know, dope is how i breed em, beats is what i'll feed em
They'll be healthy like a health nut i'm sure you shake your butt
(kick the verse preacher) and i won't disperse
Here's my life rhymealinda for better or for worse

Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose
I'm batter up i can't sleep the fly brotha must produce
The power pack and i'm stacked like a forty-five mag
Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag
Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
Shup? i met a slut she, put me in the rut g
With the dip that was down with me from the whole front
Now front me never too cool how-ever
I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter
(gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta
Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
Now the water's gettin hotter so i bought her a new ring
Maybe a love ballad is the song i sing
I gotta kiss her ass my tongue i hold before i curse
If you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse

*phone rings*
I mean nah, just
*phone rings*
[woman] i got it! *click* hello?

Well this is the final chapter hello?
Of me, we're going to rack up who is this?
In tune, in tune, in tune, a button why are you calling my house?
A button, a button! oh c'mon, honey who is this? what?
Would you come along with me down mike is that you?
The lane and i will pick your brain oh my god. who is this?
I won't be good like you think i will i'll fucking call the cops
I'll take a hammer and start to drill don't call my house
Your skull, and then i'll really start oh my god, what is this
Picking, your brains cells, i will be what? i'm gonna call the cops
Licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? quit fucking around
You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh hello, who is this?
Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now help, who is this? what
I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? why are you
You thought the day was going to be calling me?
Dull?? i'll make it very exciting
I took your fingers then i started who are you? why are you
Biting, and then i scraped the meat calling my house?
Off, the bone, of your leg stop calling here!
Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg don't call here anymore
But i had to insist, i had to insist
Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist aieeeeeeeeeeeee!
Okay, i think we've gone a little bit i'm gonna call the cops!
Overboard, don't stop it yet fuck you don't call my house!!

Like this... ("like what like what like what")
(repeat 4x)

Yo, i'm audi geee
No doubts manufactured
No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies
No copies, okay
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it really is huh?
Is that what you want? what you talkin about?
What you talkin bout nigga?
Whatchu know bout the problems of l.a.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
Of the people in the l.a.
See the brothers needs some type of education
And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh
Community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community
Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
The tree if you don't water the grass
So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh
Like this... nanananananana, like this
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you get with this because fat lip's fat
Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat *echoes* *laughter*
Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going
Keep going, ay romye romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere
C'mere c'mere (ok ok aiyyo yo yo yo) c'mere for a second
Aiy rhasaan, rhasaan, imani, imani i think you should
*music stops* oh, duhh!

So here it is
Fuck it
Friends or no friends i had enough bullshit
To last me clear to the ends of my term
I hate worms
So i'ma bring in the fish
And induce my backhand
To refrain from my fist
Yeah i wish that i change
Then i could shed all the (main)
You trippin' on my ego
But all my shit is sustained
Order order
I cross the border for a spot in the sun
I'm so down with myself
Bitch i could chill as a bum ho hum
Drum
I'm so burnt that i'm beat
I got my fears on my nerves
And the crowd on my feet
The only one who has my (back) is me
In reality, see
I'm constantly fightin heavy
When we journey through the sea
Oui oui monsieur
I'm true to the game
I believe my friends you (slip) me
I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin'
I know
And it shows
I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o

On the downlow
(x3)

I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
Gotta brush my teeth
Clean my nuts off
Put on the gear that i'ma wear throughout my day
But before i take a shower i ain't ashamed to say
When i think of the night before, and the heat of passion
Your big brown booty
My mind starts flashin'
I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock
Should i pursue to do you
Or just stroke my knot
While my girl is asleep
I'm caught in a jam
Went to the bathroom
With cocoa-butter in my hand
Closed the door behind me
Locked it very tight
Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night
Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
And let the hand i hold the mike with
Take control
Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel
As my thoughts get deeper
And a little more intense
If you don't know what comes next
Well you're just too dense

On the downlow
(x3)
[man you pharcyde y'know what i'm sayin dude, this is it
Man damn, tre]

He's chasin' me
Scrapin' my knee on the cement
Is what i did
What dug
Look under the rug
And i got it
Hit him in the heart with my (night struck a) slug
But no
This nigga had to go
Peep this
I was asleep
He climbed in my window
Grabbed me around the neck
Said scream and you're dead
I thought it was the devil
'cause his face was glowin' red
He was a brother
But this brother had the devil in his eye
He was out to get i-m-a-n-i
First i (took) my trigger finger with a wiggle
The devil jumps into my eyes and then i giggle
In the back of my head
You know imani feels no shame
I've got my nine i said
With my millimeter go bang
I got him
He's crippled so he crawls across the floor
He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door
Bang bang bang
Yep i got 'im again
His story's soundin' sad
Like the movie ben
But um
Anyway i'm just protectin' my shit
'cause if it wasn't me he's killin'
Then my moms mighta got it
It's on the downlow
Don't tell nobody i killed him all right?

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'cause you should know
(x2)

Flip fly caught you soarin sky high
But a
Fly slip wash you up fly drip my
Eyes cry
Tears fear
A baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero
Zero from zero leaves nothin'
Now ain't that somethin'?
And all this time you been wantin' somethin'
For nothin'
The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
The homeys kick the (fact) 'cause its wack to let you fall
(why doesn't what) you're rollin in the 'hood
So niggas that don't wantcha
And you're fucked
Crazy fucked
Like the slut heather hunter
(with me) the one that punches shit
I know you'll get the pick
With the cars and the girls
And the ego and the loot chief
I'll make this brief
I'd be lyin through my teeth
If i told you you was dope
And your benefits was reaped
From my ego
Those (libro) kids are creepin' with the steel
And you're cappin'
'bout this rappin'
And they're cavin' in the grille

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'cause you should know
'bout the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'cause you should know