| Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
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| HELL YEAH!
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| Is eighty eight in the house? |
| (It's the master, the master)
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| HELL YEAH!
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| So everybody’s in the house? |
| (Pharcyde's in the house)
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| So everybody get on up
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| And turn this mutha out!
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| Ah yes yes y’all, I got the fever for the flavor
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| Of a beat y’all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y’all
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| I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
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| Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear
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| For a second, cause I’m wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin
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| Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
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| If you can’t slide then stay out the park
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| And if my preachers don’t know ya then hop off the ark
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| Are you hip? |
| Do you need another tip, cause that’s
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| Just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
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| Jump onnn it! |
| Shake your shit, if you want it
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| Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang
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| It ain’t no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! |
| (You don’t stop)
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| The debonair MC, in the place to be
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| Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
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| Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
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| So the party won’t stop until the break of dawn
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| It’s like that y’all, it’s like this y’all
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| When I play b-boy don’t miss y’all
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| Some people wear all that Fila gear
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| Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
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| Say hoooo! |
| HOOOOOO!
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| Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don’t stop
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| Throw your hands in the air
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| And wave em like you just don’t care
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| If you’re sparkin blunts with clean underwear
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| Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! |
| OHHH YEAHH!
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| OHHH YEAHHH! |
| And ya don’t stop
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| Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
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| Back and forth, forth and back
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| I’m from the streets now I’m a straight mack
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| Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?)
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| Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
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| When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
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| Because I’m fresh, and I’m def tonight
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| Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
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| West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire
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| We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn
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| Burn motherfucker, burn!
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| Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I’d like to say
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| That I’m a super def rapper comin straight from L. A
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| 5'10' brown skin twenty three years old
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| And all the ladies love me cause I’m pigeon-toed
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| I step in the party and I bust my move
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| Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
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| Sucker MC try to call my bluff
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| You better beware, cause I’m just too tough y’all
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| Please please y’all, please please check it out
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| Y’all, yeah yeah y’all
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| Yeah, please, please check it out
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| So stomp your feet, and clap your hand
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| While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand
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| On the turntable, one and two
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| We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you
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| Like this…
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| Like this…
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| Like this…
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| Do that shit, do that shit, do it!
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| All my rhymes are hard as HELL
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| I am the one and I PREVAIL
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| You will SAIL, you will FAIL
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| I am the doctor… ohh yeah, what?
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| Please please, what, please please check it out, y’all
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| Y’all y’all please y’all y’all, please check it out
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| Check it out check it out check it out y’all
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| Check it out check it out check it out y’all
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| Party over here! |
| Party over there!
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| Party right here! |
| Party right there!
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| Party over there! |
| There’s a party in your mouth |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Return Of The B-Boy, artist - The Pharcyde. Album song Cydeways: The Best Of The Pharcyde, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп