Soul Flower Lyrics - Heavy Rhyme Experience, Vol. 1 - Brand New Heavies

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) 

People hint and wonder and they want to 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 (3x) 

I need some zig-zag, zig-zag 

how I need those zig-zag 

[I need some] zig-zag, zig-zag 

how I love to get high 

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times) 

What the? 

Oh what the heck 

Niggas just want to 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 

Because the vinyl is delicious=20 

I'm the nigga who's got bitches 

Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes 

One I want to just jam with your band 

Two two two...=20 

You gotta play it all across the land 

Three three three... 

The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now 

I was walkin' down the street balin'(?) 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 (5x) 

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=20 

Met her in a trio 

Souped up my (glass) jet flew her at the wheel 

I'm somewhat Creole=20 

Don't like the man of steel 

I'm not your carbon copy but your first rap (jalopy) for real 

I used to deal but the fuzz popped me 

I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel 

I chills like scotch on the rocks=20 

'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props 

You know? 

How long can you freak the funk? (2x) 

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 (4x) 

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=20 

Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie 

Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm 

Yes I come from Callie 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 

Ah shit. 

NS, NS 

Sounds like NS to me! 

Eee ah ooh ah ah (many times)