Pharcyde Letra

That's 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 twistin' and bendin'
Minds and rhymes until the very end
With the rhyme
And the loop
Stomping out wack troops
In my big black boots
Collecting respect and the loot
From the way I grab the microphone
And execute
Iahps think I'm cute

(Bootie Brown)
(Say what?)
Yo man, I pay them no attention I stay deep into the cut
'Cause I leave the tricks alone
'Cause the name is not David Copper-filled-pockets
Never made it, don't hate it
So let it be stated
Niggas couldn't fade it with an edit
And Xerox MC's are pathetic
They tryin' to duplicate
But they comin' out synthetic
The name is Bootie Brown
And phony MC's, forget it

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way

(Fatlip)
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 you brush
And wack MC's, like that orange soda, get Crushed

(Slim Kid 3)
Well it's apparent
That many are so transparent
You can't believe your eyes when you're starin'
It's ghostly and mostly the wise who
Yeah, they just run this games before your 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 bullshitter
Now them motherfuckers ain't with us to get us
M-walk shake the cut through their neuro-transmitter

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way

(Imani)
You must respect me
'Cause I come directly from my internal
While my eternal inferno steadily towering and
Overpowering all, sour sounding
Wishin'... wishy-washy competition
Definitely wack and lackin' any stable ammunition
Change your mission
Men and listen
My way, your salutations
Get no validations
Just rejections and ejections
Outta my Hitachi

(Slim Kid 3)
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 the son, a jiva
Who won't leave my field

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way

Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
Imani, Bootie Brown, Fatlip and Slim Kid Tre
We do it this way, we do it this way