Bullshit Lyrics - Labcabincalifornia - Pharcyde

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

Let me entertain you 

And Interphaze you, with the new sound 

The sound is the "Cyde" And the Phar is the "Cyde" 

And no matter who you are, you know you can't hyde 

Not from the eyes of the sun 

Nor the moon nor the stars 

No matter who you are 

So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin' 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

Time to go all the way with it 

Don't just sit there and stare or play with it 

'Cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds 

The Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feeds 

Step thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew reality 

Until it stood still now your far from a lie 

When the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we'z 

Already in the skies or outer space 

Standing here on the face of this earth 

To the state to the grid of my turf where my mom gave birth 

To all that she loves be it small to others but 

Yo, it's bigger than love 

They did a cross examination of it 

But you can't duplicate the state of our relations thru translations 

That's not the ticket breaking code in Heiroglyphics 

Trying to get down to the specifics 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

You need to get up off of that shit and stop fighting that feeling 

Yo, when money talks fools are always checkin' 

Depositing their two cents 

Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance 

That becomes a hinderance for them to rise 

When you going to recognize 

Time waits for no man 

When you going to stand and 

Get up offa that Bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

Yo, yo, now let me change the topic just a bit 

Talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits 

Comin' to the club looking for a star 

Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar 

Scoping around looking for the best dressed 

Smelling for the indo passing up the stress 

Sniff sniff yo what does the iahp smell 

A brotha like Suave with pockets that swell 

Action was thrown the iahp was blown 

Next thing you know I had her at my home 

All alone object to get paid 

The only thing that happened was her ass got laid 

Now no end and her ass was sprung 

Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung 

So listen, a lesson well learned for all you club hopping ho's 

It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough so 

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

You gotta get up off of that bullshit, stop fighting that feeling 

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