The Pharcyde - Return Of The B-Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house
HELL YEAH
Is eighty eight in the house It's the master, the master
HELL YEAH
So everybody's in the house Pharcyde's in the house
So everybody get on up
And turn this mutha out

Verse 1: Slimkid3
Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all
I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear
For a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin
Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the park
And if my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip Do you need another tip, cause that's
Just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it Shake your shit, if you want it
Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang
It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it You don't stop

Verse 2: Bootie Brown
The debonair MC, in the place to be
Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
So the party won't stop until the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
When I play b-boy don't miss y'all
Some people wear all that Fila gear
Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo HOOOOOO
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop

Verse 3: Imani
Throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't care
If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh OHHH YEAHH
OHHH YEAHHH And ya don't stop
Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
Back and forth, forth and back
I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack
Skin is black what Hair is brown what
Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
Because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Verse 4: Fatlip
Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from LA
5'10' brown skin twenty three years old
And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I bust my move
Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
Sucker MC try to call my bluff
You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all
Please please y'all, please please check it out
Y'all, yeah yeah y'all
Yeah, please, please check it out
So stomp your feet, and clap your hand
While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand
On the turntable, one and two
We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you
Like this
Like this
Like this
Do that shit, do that shit, do it

All my rhymes are hard as HELL
I am the one and I PREVAIL
You will SAIL, you will FAIL
I am the doctor ohh yeah, what

Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all
Y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Party over here Party over there
Party right here Party right there
Party over there There's a party in your mouth
Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house
HELL YEAH
Is eighty eight in the house It's the master, the master
HELL YEAH
So everybody's in the house Pharcyde's in the house
So everybody get on up
And turn this mutha out

Verse 1: Slimkid3
Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all
I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear
For a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin
Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the park
And if my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip Do you need another tip, cause that's
Just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it Shake your shit, if you want it
Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang
It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it You don't stop

Verse 2: Bootie Brown
The debonair MC, in the place to be
Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
So the party won't stop until the break of dawn
It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
When I play b-boy don't miss y'all
Some people wear all that Fila gear
Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo HOOOOOO
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop

Verse 3: Imani
Throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just don't care
If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh OHHH YEAHH
OHHH YEAHHH And ya don't stop
Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
Back and forth, forth and back
I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack
Skin is black what Hair is brown what
Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
Because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
Burn motherfucker, burn

Verse 4: Fatlip
Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from LA
5'10' brown skin twenty three years old
And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed
I step in the party and I bust my move
Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
Sucker MC try to call my bluff
You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all
Please please y'all, please please check it out
Y'all, yeah yeah y'all
Yeah, please, please check it out
So stomp your feet, and clap your hand
While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand
On the turntable, one and two
We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you
Like this
Like this
Like this
Do that shit, do that shit, do it

All my rhymes are hard as HELL
I am the one and I PREVAIL
You will SAIL, you will FAIL
I am the doctor ohh yeah, what

Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all
Y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Check it out check it out check it out y'all
Party over here Party over there
Party right here Party right there
Party over there There's a party in your mouth
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