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Bizarre Ride Ii The Pharcyde


Artist: Pharcyde
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 3
Year: 1992

List songs in album

  1. Soul Flower
  2. On The Dl
  3. Officer

On The Dl Lyrics - Bizarre Ride Ii The Pharcyde - Pharcyde

So here it is fuck it, friends or no friends I had enough bullshit 

To last me clear to the ends of my term, I hate worms 

So I'ma bring in the fish and induce my backhand 

To refrain from my fist 

 

Yeah, I wish that I change, then I could shed all the main 

You trippin' on my ego but all my shit is sustained 

Order, order, I cross the border for a spot in the sun 

I'm so down with myself, bitch, I could chill as a bum ho hum 

 

Drum, I'm so burnt that I'm beat, I got my fears on my nerves 

And the crowd on my feet the only one who has my back is me 

In reality, see, I'm constantly fightin' heavy 

When we journey through the sea 

 

Oui oui monsieur, I'm true to the game I believe my friends you slip me 

I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin' 

I know and it shows, I can look at your nose 

And just tell that you're effected by the E G O 

 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

 

I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft 

Gotta brush my teeth, clean my nuts off 

Put on the gear that i'ma wear throughout my day 

But before I take a shower, I ain't ashamed to say 

When I think of the night before and the heat of passion 

Your big brown booty, my mind starts flashin' 

 

I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock 

Should I pursue to do you or just stroke my knot 

While my girl is asleep, I'm caught in a jam 

Went to the bathroom with cocoa-butter in my hand 

 

Closed the door behind me, locked it very tight 

Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night 

Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl 

And let the hand I hold the mic with, take control 

 

Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real 

I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel 

As my thoughts get deeper and a little more intense 

If you don't know what comes next, well, you're just too dense 

 

Man you Pharcyde 

Y'know what I'm sayin' 

Dude, this is it 

Man damn, tre 

 

He's chasin' me, scrapin' my knee on the cement 

Is what I did, what dug look under the rug 

And I got it, hit him in the heart with my night struck a slug 

But no this nigga had to go 

 

Peep this I was asleep, he climbed in my window 

Grabbed me around the neck said, "Scream and you're dead" 

I thought it was the Devil 'cause his face was glowin' red 

He was a brother but this brother had the Devil in his eye 

 

He was out to get I M A N I, first I took my trigger finger with a wiggle 

The Devil jumps into my eyes and then I giggle 

In the back of my head, you know Imani feels no shame 

I've got my nine I said with my millimeter go bang 

 

I got him, he's crippled so he crawls across the floor 

He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door 

Bang bang bang, yep I got 'im again 

His story's soundin' sad like the movie Ben 

 

But um, anyway I'm just protectin' my shit 

'Cause if it wasn't me he's killin' 

Then my moms mighta got it 

It's on the downlow, don't tell nobody I killed him all right? 

 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

'Cause you should know 

 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

'Cause you should know 

 

Flip fly caught you soarin' sky high 

But a fly slip wash you up fly drip my 

Eyes cry tears fear a baby eagle seagull 

Shit falls quicker than a local hero 

 

Zero from zero leaves nothin' now ain't that somethin'? 

And all this time you been wantin' somethin' for nothin' 

The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall 

The homeys kick the fact 'cause it's wack to let you fall 

 

Why doesn't what you're rollin' in the hood 

So niggas that don't wantcha and you're fucked 

Crazy fucked like the slut Heather Hunter 

With me the one that punches shit I know you'll get the pick 

With the cars and the girls and the ego and the loot chief 

 

I'll make this brief I'd be lyin' through my teeth 

If I told you, you was dope and your benefits was reaped 

From my ego, those Libro kids are creepin' with the steel 

And you're cappin' 'bout this rappin' and they're cavin' in the grille 

 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

'Cause you should know 

'Bout the downlow 

 

On the downlow 

On the downlow 

'Cause you should know