Testi:
Pharcyde The

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

deeper galaxies than regions unknown And my legion is grown in amazin' ways Preparing for these crazy days hey [Hook:] "What an expression you are manifested" Manifested Pharcyde

[People singing] bah dah bha bha bha bha bha bha ba da da da bhum bha bha [x2] [Slim Kid Tre'] You see the moon has a with young idle eyes and idle

Roll me up/AIDS is wack [x16] You better stop! [Slim Kid Tre] It takes at least one woman true said Though which rain doesn't calculate the fate Sliding

[Chorus x2] No time to relax, nowhere to run Living on the frontline [x2] [Slimkid3] Who could believe in you if what you say isn't true If he's deceiving

What? And I'm the type of nigga that can shake my shit What? 'Cause I'm the type of nigga with nothin' to hide What's your name? Fat Lip from the Pharcyde

[Bootie Brown:] Let me freak the funk, obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sells I jet propel at a rate that complice their mental

Aiyyo yo yo I tell you what's up I tell you tell you tell you what's up When you sign a crossed line, it's jiggaboo time It's jiggaboo time (yo what?),

[Slimkid3] Now she was fresh dressed like a million bucks Stepped to the scene in my (????) What she would manifest would self-destruct Revealing legs