The Pharcyde - 4 Better Or 4 Worse

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

Verse 1: Slimkid3
Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm off to be wed
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

Verse 2: Imani
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 it 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

Verse 3: Fatlip
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 Aye
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 LA
I'mma tell you what's wrong with the problems
Of the people in the LA
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