Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tropidelic
Performer
The Pharcyde
Performer
Will Horner
Trombone
Derrick Stewart
Vocals
Trevant Hardson
Vocals
Emandu Wilcox
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Roads
Songwriter
Chris Dicola
Songwriter
Rex Larkman
Songwriter
Derrick Stewart
Songwriter
Trevant Hardson
Songwriter
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Danny Kalb
Mastering Engineer
Brad Puette
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Oo na na
She looks like a movie star
Oh my God
Too cool for the rest of us
I met her at the doorway
Only took one second for the complaints
Stepped up for the match like I'm Liu Kang
But she got my whole life swinging from a shoe string
Yep, she's an angel like two wings
I'm in danger in line for a mood swing
Still bounce right back like a boomerang
Oh the things I do for the scuse' me
Head games on the daily
Stay smooth make moves to evade them
She a 21st century lady
Tiktok and a vape pen
With Zendaya ideations
But I'm merely a pariah in the basement
Whats a queen to a vagrant
My favorite, let's face it
Oo na na
She looks like a movie star
Oh my God
Too cool for the rest of us
Pharcyde
Legends
When it's time to flex, I'm a veteran
She wanna wrestle on the mat, I'm a letterman
She keep knockin' on my heart, I'ma let her in
Libras know the heart
I can see that you a star, lookin' for a better man
If you true to who you are, you gonna get it then
I'm just a doctor with the formula, the medicine
Turn ya lights on in the dark like Edison, or Tesla
Catch the spark see the vibes in the air
Everywhere in the moment love she don't care
Just take her to a place where he won't dare
It's evident love's in the air
Party people they stare
And she love when they look
Valet get the car, that's one for the books
Oo na na
She looks like a movie star
Oh my God
Too cool for the rest of us
Let me speak on it man
Please let me have my two cents
Please
Imani playing cool as a winter breeze
In my Maserati
Came in the back way to escape
Everybody do my thing like Pavorotti
Break the glass, shake ya ass, do it quick but don't move too fast
If she asks don't play coy
I'm no fan boy
No play thing
No fake, I'm a man
Let's get it straight
Seen it in a dream
She's sweeter than peaches and cream
Something straight out of a movie scene
A goddess, a queen, draped in all gold and green
Untouchable
Think she all that and don't fuck with
Oo na na
She looks like a movie star
Oh my God
Too cool for the rest of us
Written by: Chris Dicola, Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Matthew Roads, Rex Larkman, Trevant Hardson