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The Pharcyde - Lyrics


LabCabInCalifornia - Album




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Verse 1





I wasn't sleepin I was creepin slidin' hidin'


I would love the girl behind me roll up a fat ?tyme?


thinkin' mentally sinkin


[precousicly] brinkin


two decades n a half


waitin' for the path of mine to follow


the world is hollow yet it's full of crap prepared to gamble


i give you half of [gizm tencil]


what's the come up cried a ton of beers


drunk a ton of beers that's fun at first


but learned in person


fear throughout the years


kept my ears open eyes scoping my block


don't rock the boat if you can't swim


nobody may be there with the [lim] to lend


this is the end, still i can't explain the fact


why the fuck shit gotta be like that?





Verse 2





Know what, I said


hear me clearin' over so so weaved n dreaded


that they need to be bi-headed


why? I'm readily, steadily stimulatin and utilatin


all sloppily copied imitations, cause they irritatin'


so i'm-a intimitade them [and them are for the snare]


with the [syfliest] stare


bringin em turbulant terror


n they know this cause they can feel it


he knew it was mines still the sucker tried to steal it


so I had to reveal it , through provin' their eye


am I startin' [chinin] fly


n by just blinkin' my eye


in a flash I flush out the face, layin' low-key


trained eyes locate to focus on the phony


mister sometime-homey, why he act like that


I thought he had my back


I thought he had our backs


but it was him that I should've never trusted


and not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted


I'm out busted for acting all dusted, but bust this


now when i'm out, I see n store out the whole scene


for all types sneakes that scheme


they come into my face, i send them [tightmen] home


when they're sufferin' from the double-agent syndrome





Verse 3





Sometimes this world means everything to me


the inside is lovely to these eyes I see


n sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry


[hollie] off seven of them drops from my eye


those drain out my skin cause i'm pissed from within


I see a situation now n all I do is grin


people think i'm high but I'm mentally travelling


agin' is your times cause life's a ravelling


while i'm stravelling [moors]


up this fuckin mike I hate to be a pilot


crashin' in a flight


people need to know about this thing called life


cause if you see the light then life's allright





Verse 4





I jumps inside the jeep as I embark on my darkness


bopped in my freestyle tapes n started [reminscing] about my


little homie who was raised in Wyoming wanted to be famous


so he came to Californey on the microphony


he was superbad n whatnot


but he was the kinda fella to follow paths that was hot


he became too fascinated with that gang related flavour


that he modificated rearranged his behaviour


he hooked up quick with the influential slang


gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang


braggin' n boastin poststandin' n braggin how we 'posed to be


hangin' with baby gees I was baggin


like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon


hopin' they'd hit him in the head


but he steady saggin like he a hog


creepin' through the smog


smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog


like most who come to this West Coast society


tryin' to be because they think it's fly to be a menace


so what a relic way to end this


got rolled up when he was strolling


on a [Sundae upper...]


some niggas never listen they gotta learn their lesson


the hard way i'm guessin' yessin'


BD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson


pops in my head [beperpiou] question










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