[Intro: Bootie Brown]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Where ya at? (where ya at?), huh, where ya at? (where ya at?)
They keep askin', where you- where ya been? (where ya been?)
Heh...
For 2000, and beyond, Pharcyde
Yeah...
YEAH!
[Verse 1: Imani]
What's the gripe, clown? Turn that hype down
You had your chance but wasn't able to advance
Now you're stuck in a trance, all caught up in our rhythmic avalanches
Biting our sound like sandwiches, you fucked up your chances
Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled
But had no real substance so under pressure you fold
Freak the peak of this slick, sleek ghetto chic, over fresh beats
Overexposin' foes and cheats with verbal traction like cleats
Tryna collect skeets, huh
Yup, they tryna get mine but I walk that fine line
'Cause fools carry heat like sunshine
Damn, Pharcyde's poppin', they hippin' and they hoppin'
And it ain't no stoppin', repeated shots to they noggin'
Bangin' until they jaws is droppin'
[Hook]
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
[Verse 2: Bootie Brown]
Around, it's like a hot day to burn it up
With another hot plate, got your neighbors irate
Volume way past 8, keep me boomin' in your system
From your residence to your auto, niggas envious
Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle
Por favor, give you what you want and more
Got you huntin' at the record store, first letters PH' as in phosphorous
Learn to enrich my mind, while workin' on being prosperous
A fool with money, is, quick to part
Some things start off sweet and, end up tart
I speak in the funk, like a, [? 2:01]
When you wasn't expectin', the crew and I connected
Keep it collectin', from, first to last
Is it banging? is the question never asked...
[Hook]
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
[Verse 3: Slimkid3]
Impressed with the wrong impression
About this rap shit, it's more, than my profession
It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand
Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man
Out of the soft, stressin', I fall down to my knees
And count up all my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute
'Cause greed had me testin', my own fate
My own self-worth and how it goes to waste
All these things that I'm supposed to face
It gets scary on my planet sometimes
My intuition, in the back of my mind, tells me, right from wrong
Givin' me strength, to write this song, (yeah), I might not be here long
So I take it serious and stop chasin' a dream
'Cause it made me delirious, all cats are curious
Enterin' wrong...
[Hook]
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
When it seems, there's no one to trust
You can always count on Pharcyde to bust
We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk
Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush
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