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On The Dl Lyrics

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Pharcyde : On The Dl Lyrics

Songwriters: Hardson, Trevant; Jackson, Rassen; Wilcox, Emandu; Martinez, John; The Meters;

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So here it is fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough bullshit
To last me clear to the ends of my term, I hate worms
So I'ma bring in the fish and induce my backhand
To refrain from my fist

Yeah, I wish that I change, then I could shed all the main
You trippin' on my ego but all my shit is sustained
Order, order, I cross the border for a spot in the sun
I'm so down with myself, bitch, I could chill as a bum ho hum

Drum, I'm so burnt that I'm beat, I got my fears on my nerves
And the crowd on my feet the only one who has my back is me
In reality, see, I'm constantly fightin' heavy
When we journey through the sea

Oui oui monsieur, I'm true to the game I believe my friends you slip me
I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin'
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the E G O

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow

I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
Gotta brush my teeth, clean my nuts off
Put on the gear that i'ma wear throughout my day
But before I take a shower, I ain't ashamed to say
When I think of the night before and the heat of passion
Your big brown booty, my mind starts flashin'

I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock
Should I pursue to do you or just stroke my knot
While my girl is asleep, I'm caught in a jam
Went to the bathroom with cocoa-butter in my hand

Closed the door behind me, locked it very tight
Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night
Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
And let the hand I hold the mic with, take control

Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel
As my thoughts get deeper and a little more intense
If you don't know what comes next, well, you're just too dense

Man you Pharcyde
Y'know what I'm sayin'
Dude, this is it
Man damn, tre

He's chasin' me, scrapin' my knee on the cement
Is what I did, what dug look under the rug
And I got it, hit him in the heart with my night struck a slug
But no this nigga had to go

Peep this I was asleep, he climbed in my window
Grabbed me around the neck said, "Scream and you're dead"
I thought it was the Devil 'cause his face was glowin' red
He was a brother but this brother had the Devil in his eye

He was out to get I M A N I, first I took my trigger finger with a wiggle
The Devil jumps into my eyes and then I giggle
In the back of my head, you know Imani feels no shame
I've got my nine I said with my millimeter go bang

I got him, he's crippled so he crawls across the floor
He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door
Bang bang bang, yep I got 'im again
His story's soundin' sad like the movie Ben

But um, anyway I'm just protectin' my shit
'Cause if it wasn't me he's killin'
Then my moms mighta got it
It's on the downlow, don't tell nobody I killed him all right?

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know

Flip fly caught you soarin' sky high
But a fly slip wash you up fly drip my
Eyes cry tears fear a baby eagle seagull
Shit falls quicker than a local hero

Zero from zero leaves nothin' now ain't that somethin'?
And all this time you been wantin' somethin' for nothin'
The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
The homeys kick the fact 'cause it's wack to let you fall

Why doesn't what you're rollin' in the hood
So niggas that don't wantcha and you're fucked
Crazy fucked like the slut Heather Hunter
With me the one that punches shit I know you'll get the pick
With the cars and the girls and the ego and the loot chief

I'll make this brief I'd be lyin' through my teeth
If I told you, you was dope and your benefits was reaped
From my ego, those Libro kids are creepin' with the steel
And you're cappin' 'bout this rappin' and they're cavin' in the grille

On the downlow
On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know
'Bout the downlow

On the downlow
On the downlow
'Cause you should know