Pharcyde - Return Of The B-boy Lyrics
Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?Hell yeah!Is eighty eight in the house? (its the master, the master)Hell yeah!So everybodys in the house? (pharcydes in the house)So everybody get on upAnd turn this mutha out!Ah yes yes yall, I got the fever for the flavorOf a beat yall, I stand tall gets raw like beef yallI moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one twoCause I check it, baby just lend me your earFor a second, cause Im wreckin eardrums cold black-n-deckinHold on the horse cause the force is like darkIf you cant slide then stay out the parkAnd my preachers dont know ya then hop off the arkAre you hip? do you need another tip, cause thatsJust like a talk light, in the asscrack tipJump onnn it! shake your shit, if you want itShow no shame, hey malik God damn get your arrow and hangIt aint no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (you dont stop)The debonair mc, in the place to beCame to rock the b-boys and the young ladiesGonna rhyme on the microphone all night longSo the party wont stop until the break of dawnIts like that yall, its like this yallWhen I play b-boy dont miss yallSome people wear all that fila gearGonna rock this party out the atmosphereSay hoooo! hoooooo!Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you dont stopThrow your hands in the airAnd wave em like you just dont careIf youre sparkin blunts with clean underwearSomebody say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!Ohhh yeahhh! and ya dont stopYo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wopBack and forth, forth and backIm from the streets now Im a straight mackSkin is black (what? ) hair is brown (what? )Eyes are red, you know that I can get downWhen I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to lifeBecause Im fresh, and Im def tonightYeah, yeah, uh-huh!West coast, west coast, west coast is on fireWe dont need no water let the mother*****er burnBurn mother*****er, burn!!Check it out, well my name is jammer and Id like to sayThat Im a super def rapper comin straight from l.a.Fly tan brown skin before youre three years oldAnd all the ladies love me cause Im pigeon-toedI step in the party and I bust my moveCold rock the mic with the hip-hop grooveSucker mc try to call my bluffYou better beware, cause Im just too tough yallPlease please yall, please please check it outYall, yeah yeah yallYeah, please, please check it outSo stomp your feet, and clap your handWhile the dj is spinning on the dj standOn the turntable, one and twoWe got the grand incredible cuttin just for youLike this...Like this...Like this...Do that shit, do that shit, do it!All my rhymes are hard as hellI am the one and I prevailYou will sail, you will failI am the doctor... ohh yeah, what?Please please, what, please please check it out, yallYall yall please yall yall, please check it outCheck it out check it out check it out yallCheck it out check it out check it out yallParty over here! party over there!Party right here! party right there!Party over there! theres a party in the trunk
