Soul Flower (Remix)

People hint and wonder and they want to know how and why

But let me first introduce myself I'm tagging name Romye

I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit

People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits

No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits

They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips

And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally

About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some Thai

I need some zig-zags, zig-zags

I need some zig-zags, zig-zags

I need some zig-zags, zig-zags

How I love to get high

Oh what the heck

Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track

It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact

The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack

But at this point there's no turning back

But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit

In 92 we take cash 93 we take loot

'Cause the vinyl is delicious

I'm the nigga who's ambitious

Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes

One I wanna just jam with your band (Two two two)

You gotta play it all across the land (Three three three)

The plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now

I was walkin' down the street, belly to the beat

Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet

Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked

So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

What?

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Yep

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Shot him in the ass on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles

I love Spanish dishes but no I'm not Menudo

I can dig Kung-Fu I flip hoes like Judo

Never date a chick who has a mom named Bruno

A anna bonanna bananafanafuno

Yeah you know Shafino

Met her in a trio

Souped up my glass, jet flew her ass to Rio

I'm somewhat Creole

Don't like the man of steel

I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real

I used to deal but the fuzz popped me

I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel

I chills like scotch on the rocks

'Cause I just gets paid for them hard-core props

You know?

How long can you freak the funk?

How long can you freak the funk?

I separate the good stuff from the junk

How long can you freak the funk

Yeah, freak the funk

All right, freak the funk

Freak the funk

Freak the funk

Freak the funk

Freak the funk

I want the farmer man. Farmer man

I want the farmer man. You want the farmer man?

Yeah, I want the farmer man. You don't want no farmer man

Give me the farmer man. Once again it's the farmer man

I go from skip-skop to hip-hop to be-bop to P-funk

Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk

'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic

I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic 'cause I'm frantic

Take you in a frenzy

Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie

Box well I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm

Yes I come from Cali no I do not have a perm

I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice

Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price

I got more flavor than 7-11 Slurpees

If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes