Pharcyde - Drop Lyrics
Bootie brown:Let me freak the funk,Obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than sanford sellsI jet propel at a rate that complice their mental stateAs I invade their masqueradeThey couldnt fade with a clipper blade10 years in the trade is not enough, you cant cut itI let you take a swing, and you buntedFor an easy out, I leave mcs with doubtOf exceeding, my name is bottie brown and Im proceeding, leading,They try to follow but theyre shallow and hollowI can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of o.e.They have no key, or no clueTo the game at all, now they washed upHung out to dryStanding looking stpud, wondering why(why man? )It was the fame, that they tried to getNow they walking around talkin about representAnd keep it real, but I got to appealCause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steelSlim kid 3:Rock a bye baby,Listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravineOf all things its a vain of a shrineAll missions impossible are possible, cause imHeading for a new sector 365 days fron now, illWipe the sweat from my browAnd each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nineFrom homies all the way to chics, no matter how fineCotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mindYou hold it in your hands and watch a man start cryingTear after tear in the puppet mans handsEvery time you take a stance you do the puppet mans danceAnd the worlds at a stand-stillDeep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, stillKilling yourself, and dogging ya healthYou aint amphibious, so grab a hold of yourselfKnumbskull #1:Shit is-shit is ill, my flow still will spillToxic slick to shock you sick like electrocuteWhen I execute, acutely over the rythymOn those that pollute, extra dosages is what I gotta give emGot em mad and tremblinCause I been up in my lad assemblinMisslies, to bomb the enemyBecause they envy me, and the making of my mad currencyCurrently I think were in a state of an emergencyCause niggas done sold their souls, and now their souls is hollowAnd I think they cant followThey cant swollow, the truth because it hurtsThis is how I put it down, this is my earth, my turfThe worth of my birth is a billion, and you know what time it isIm going to make a million
