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Soul Flower Lyrics

from Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde

"Soul Flower" is track #3 on the album Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde. It was written by Kincaid, Jan/levy, Andrew D'white/bartholomew, Simon/robinson, Romye/wilcox, Emandu Imani Rashaan/stewart, Derrick Constantine/hardson, Tre Vant Jermaine.
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"Soul Flower" is track #3 on the album Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde. It was written by Kincaid, Jan/levy, Andrew D'white/bartholomew, Simon/robinson, Romye/wilcox, Emandu Imani Rashaan/stewart, Derrick Constantine/hardson, Tre Vant Jermaine.
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People hint and wonder and they wanna know how and why
But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name Romye
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits

No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I high I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai

I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
[Incomprehensible]

What the oh what the heck? Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning back

But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we take cabs 93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's got bitches

Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One I wanna just jam with your band
You gotta play it all across the land
The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics

Hey now I was walkin' down the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
What? Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Yep, shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

A anna bonanna bananafanafuno
Yet you know Shafino met her in a trio
Souped up my glass jet flew her ass to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole don't like the man of steel

I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me, I had the hydros
But they repo'd my crops and still, I chills like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props, you know

How long can you freak the funk? How long can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff from the junk, how long can you freak the funk?
Yeah, freak the funk, all right, freak the funk
Freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk, freak the funk

I want the farmer man, farmer man
I want the farmer man, you want the farmer man?
Yeah, I want the farmer man, you don't want no farmer man
Give me the farmer man, once again it's the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk
Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic

'Cause I'm frantic take you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzi
Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a perm

I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes, yeah

Ah shit, NS, NS
Sounds like NS to me

Songwriters
KINCAID, JAN/LEVY, ANDREW D'WHITE/BARTHOLOMEW, SIMON/ROBINSON, ROMYE/WILCOX, EMANDU IMANI RASHAAN/STEWART, DERRICK CONSTANTINE/HARDSON, TRE VANT JERMAINE

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