4 Better Or 4 Worse Lyrics - Cydeways: The Best Of The Pharcyde - Pharcyde

Uhh, do you take, rhymealinda 

Do you love me tre, do you really love me? 

To be your lawfully, wedded, wife? 

Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do 

Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet 

To rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met 

In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools 

Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two 

But umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little rhymea's true 

I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due 

I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin 

Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in 

We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes 

One is little mike the other's ike I'm sure that you would like 

To hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes 

When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right 

You know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em 

They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt 

(kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse 

Here's my life rhymealinda for better or for worse 

Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose 

I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce 

The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five mag 

Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag 

Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth 

Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut g 

With the dip that was down with me from the whole front 

Now front me never too cool how-ever 

I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter 

Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter 

(gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta 

Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water 

Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring 

Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing 

I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse 

If you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse 

*phone rings* 

I mean nah, just 

*phone rings* 

[woman] I got it! *click* hello? 

Well this is the final chapter hello? 

Of me, we're going to rack up who is this? 

In tune, in tune, in tune, a button why are you calling my house? 

A button, a button! oh c'mon, honey who is this? what? 

Would you come along with me down mike is that you? 

The lane and I will pick your brain oh my god. who is this? 

I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops 

I'll take a hammer and start to drill don't call my house 

Your skull, and then I'll really start oh my god, what is this 

Picking, your brains cells, I will be what? I'm gonna call the cops 

Licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? quit fucking around 

You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh hello, who is this? 

Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now help, who is this? what 

I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? why are you 

You thought the day was going to be calling me? 

Dull? ? I'll make it very exciting 

I took your fingers then I started who are you? why are you 

Biting, and then I scraped the meat calling my house? 

Off, the bone, of your leg stop calling here! 

Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg don't call here anymore 

But I had to insist, I had to insist 

Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist aieeeeeeeeeeeee! 

Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops! 

Overboard, don't stop it yet fuck you don't call my house!! 

Like this... ("like what like what like what") 

(repeat 4x) 

Yo, I'm audi geee 

No doubts manufactured 

No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies 

No copies, okay 

Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show? 

That's what it really is huh? 

Is that what you want? what you talkin about? 

What you talkin bout nigga? 

Whatchu know bout the problems of l.a.? 

I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems 

Of the people in the l.a. 

See the brothers needs some type of education 

And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh 

Community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community 

Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from 

The tree if you don't water the grass 

So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh 

Like this... nanananananana, like this 

You can get with this, or you can get with that 

I think you get with this because fat lip's fat 

Fat fat fat fat fat fat fat *echoes* *laughter* 

Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going 

Keep going, ay romye romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere 

C'mere c'mere (ok ok aiyyo yo yo yo) c'mere for a second 

Aiy rhasaan, rhasaan, imani, imani I think you should 

*music stops* oh, duhh!