Pharcyde - Bullshit Lyrics
You gotta get up off of that bullshit... stop fighting thatFeeling(x4)(imani)Let me entertain youAnd interphaze you, with the new soundThe sound is the cyde and the phar is the cydeAnd no matter who you are, you know you cant hyde!Not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars!No matter who you are!So come in and commence to the sound of my drumminYou gotta get up off of that bullshit... stop fighting thatFeeling(x4)(slim kid 3)Time to go all the way with itDont just sit there and stare or play with itCause were committed to the seeds of the new breedsThe motha ship of dreams where fiendz breast feedsStep thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knewRealityUntil it stood still now your far from a lieWhen the truth tantalizes ya eyes see wezAlready in the skies or outer spaceStanding here on the face of this earthTo the state to the grid of my turfWhere my mom gave birthTo all that she loves be it small to othersbut yo its bigger thanLoveThey did a cross examination of itBut you cant duplicate the stae of our relations thru translationsThats not the ticket breaking code in heiroglyphicsTrying to get down to the specificsYou gotta get up off of that bullshit... stop fighting thatFeeling(x4)(bootie brown)Yo! when money talks fools are always checkinDepositing their two centsFoolishly convinced blinded by their ignoranceThat becomes a hinderance for them to riseWhen you going to recognize, time waits for no manWhen you going to stand and...Get up offa that bullshit, stop fighting that feelingYou gotta get up off of that bullshit... stop fighting thatFeeling(x4)(suave)Yo, yo, now let me change the topic just a bitTalk about the iahps with the fat ass and titsComin to the club looking for a starAint got ten dollars for a drink at the barScoping around looking for the best dressed,Smelling for the indo passing up the stressSniff sniff yo what does the iahp smellA brotha like suave with pockets that swellAction was thrown the iahp was blownNext thing you know I had her at my homeAll alone object to get paidThe only thing that happened was her ass got laidNow no end and her ass was sprungUsed a little tongue but believe Im well hungSo listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping hosIt aint about the stardom and it aint about the doughSo...You gotta get on up off of that bullshit (x6)Stop fighting that feeling
