Splattitorium - The Pharcyde

You know what time it is.

I’m down with tha p-h-a-r-cyde (can you?)

To rock up in you —

I got the microphone.

i twist you and burn you and bend you like sinew.

Back.

run away, run away.

I don’t understand

(various adlibs)

No more teachers.

No more bitches.

no more hoes, and that’s how it goes.

I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot that’ll make ya just

Gotta get a scoop.

Check.

'spect.

I want a check.

i want some 'spect.