Pharcyde Lyrics & Chords By The Pharcyde

None of that's true, we do it not you
That' why I got you stuck on to my style like glue
The crew definitely is back again
But I'm back to win so just tell a friend
That I'm still twisting and bending
Minds and rhymes until the very end
With the rhymes and the loops
Stomping out wack troops in my big black boots
Collecting respect and the loot
From the way I grab the microphone and execute
[Incomprehensible] think I'm cute
Say what?
Yo man, I pay them no attention
I stay deep into the cut
'Cause I leave the tricks alone
'Cause my name is not David Copper-Filled
Pockets, never net a man, who don't hate it
So let it be stated
Niggas couldn't fade it with an edit
And Xerox M.C.'s are pathetic
They tryin' to duplicate
But their comin' out synthetic
The name is Bootie Brown
And phony M.C.'s forget it
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We do it this way, we do it this way
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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We do it this way, we do it this way
I step toward the mic grinnin'
The lyrical imperial award winnin'
Rhymes like a balloon that got a pin in it
Because my shit be poppin' like gin and juice
I seduce these iahps to get loose when I'm droppin'
These rhymes on drums like my nigga Def Jef
My style is more unknown than what happens after death
I come fresh like your breath after your brush
Wack MC's like that orange soda got crushed
Well, it's apparent that many are so transparent
You can't believe ya eyes when ya starin'
It's ghostly and mostly the wise
Yeah, they just run these games before ya eyes to tell you
Lies framed in gold glitter
For many moons I've been a go getter
Took miles of manure from the purest bullshitters
Now them mutha fuckas ain't with us to get us
M-walk shake the cut through their neutro-transmitter
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We do it this way, we do it this way
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We do it this way, we do it this way
You must respect me
'Cause I come directly from my internal
While my eternal infernos steadily towering
And over-powering all sour sounding
Wishin' wishy-washy competition
Definitely wack and lackin' and stable ammunition
Change ya mission men and listen
My way your salutations get no validations
Just rejections and ejections outta my Hitachi
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide in the feel I reside
By still waters just a gear on the wheel
No fear on the steel just a son of Jiva
Who won't leave my field
We do it this way, we do it this way
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We do it this way, we do it this way
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way
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Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
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We do it this way, we do it this way