Bullshit Lyrics by Pharcyde
Album : Labcabincalifornia
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You gotta get up off of that bullshit... stop fighting that feeling (x4)(Imani)Let me entertain youAnd interphaze you with the new soundthe sound is the "cyde" and the PHAR is the "CYDE"And no matter who you are, you know you can't HYDE!not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars!no matter who you are!So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin'You gotta get up off of that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling (x4)(Slim Kid 3)Time to go all the way with itDont just sit there and stare or play with itcause we commited to the seeds of new breedsthe Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feedstep thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew realityuntil it stood still now your far from a liewhen the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we zalready in the skies or outer spacestanding here on the face of this earthto the state to the grid of my turfwhere my mom gave birthto all the she loves be it small to others but yo it's bigger then lovethey did a cross examination of itbut you can't duplicate the state of our own relations thru translationsthat's not the ticket breaking code in hieroglyphicsYou gotta get up off of that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling(Bootie Brown)Yo! When money talks fools are always checkin'depositing their two centsFoolishly convinced blinded by their ignorancethat becomes a hindrance for them to riseWhen you going to recognize, time waits for no manwhen you gonna stand and....Get up offa that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling(Suave)Yo, Yo, now let me change the topic just a bittalk about the lahp's with the fat ass and titsComin' to the club looking for a starain't got ten dollars for a drink at the barscoping around looking for the best dressedsmelling for the indo passing up the stresssniff sniff yo what does the lahp smella brotha like Suave with pockets that swellaction was thrown the lahp was blownnext thing you know I had her at my homeall alone object to get paidthe only thing happened her ass got laidNow no end and her ass is sprungUsed a little tongue but believe I'm well hungSo listen, a lesson well learned for you club hopping ho'sIt ain't about the stardom, it ain't about the dough.So...You gotta get on up off of that bullshit (x6)Stop fighting the feeling
You gotta get up off of that bullshit... stop fighting that feeling (x4)(Imani)Let me entertain youAnd interphaze you with the new soundthe sound is the "cyde" and the PHAR is the "CYDE"And no matter who you are, you know you can't HYDE!not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars!no matter who you are!So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin'You gotta get up off of that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling (x4)(Slim Kid 3)Time to go all the way with itDont just sit there and stare or play with itcause we commited to the seeds of new breedsthe Motha Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feedstep thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew realityuntil it stood still now your far from a liewhen the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we zalready in the skies or outer spacestanding here on the face of this earthto the state to the grid of my turfwhere my mom gave birthto all the she loves be it small to others but yo it's bigger then lovethey did a cross examination of itbut you can't duplicate the state of our own relations thru translationsthat's not the ticket breaking code in hieroglyphicsYou gotta get up off of that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling(Bootie Brown)Yo! When money talks fools are always checkin'depositing their two centsFoolishly convinced blinded by their ignorancethat becomes a hindrance for them to riseWhen you going to recognize, time waits for no manwhen you gonna stand and....Get up offa that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling(Suave)Yo, Yo, now let me change the topic just a bittalk about the lahp's with the fat ass and titsComin' to the club looking for a starain't got ten dollars for a drink at the barscoping around looking for the best dressedsmelling for the indo passing up the stresssniff sniff yo what does the lahp smella brotha like Suave with pockets that swellaction was thrown the lahp was blownnext thing you know I had her at my homeall alone object to get paidthe only thing happened her ass got laidNow no end and her ass is sprungUsed a little tongue but believe I'm well hungSo listen, a lesson well learned for you club hopping ho'sIt ain't about the stardom, it ain't about the dough.So...You gotta get on up off of that bullshit (x6)Stop fighting the feeling
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