Soul Flower (Remix)

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People hear and wonder and they wanna know how and why

But let me first introduce myself, I'm tagging name Romye

I'm twenty 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, hi, 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

How I love to get high

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Oh, what the heck?

**** 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 cash, '93, we take loot

'Cause the vinyl is delicious, I'm the **** who's ambitious

Michael Ross is the genie, he's giving us our wishes

One, I wanna just jam with your band

(Two) You gotta play it all across the land

(Three) The plan is grab the ducats

And say fuck it to the critics, hey now

I was walkin' down the street, bellin' to the beat

Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet

**** 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 (Shot him in the ass)

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke (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

Or Edna bonedna, bananafanafuno

Yet you know Shafino, met her in a trio

Souped up my glass jet, flew her ass to Rio

I'm somewhat Creole just 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 repoed my crops and steel

I chills like scotch on the rocks

'Cause I just gets paid for them hardcore 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 (Freak the funk)

How long can you freak the funk?

Yeah (Freak the funk)

Alright (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 Scott 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 pulling a pull-out out of a Benzie

Box when 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-Eleven Slurpees

If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes

Damn

Aw shit

An S, an S

Sounds like an S to me

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