Текст песни The Pharcyde - Return of the B-Boy
The Pharcyde - Return of the B-Boy слова песни
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 upand turn this mutha out!Ah yes yes y`all, I got the fever for the flavorof a beat y`all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y`allI moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one twocause I check it, baby just lend me your earfor a second, cause I`m wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-DeckinHold on the horse cause the force is like darkIf you can`t slide then stay out the parkand my preachers don`t know ya then hop off the arkAre you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that`sjust like a talk light, in the asscrack tipJump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want itShow no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hangIt ain`t no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don`t stop)The debonair MC, in the place to beCame to rock the b-boys and the young ladiesGonna rhyme on the microphone all night longSo the party won`t stop until the break of dawnIt`s like that y`all, it`s like this y`allWhen I play b-boy don`t miss y`allSome people wear all that Fila gearGonna rock this party out the atmosphereSay hoooo! HOOOOOO!Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don`t stopThrow your hands in the airand wave em like you just don`t careIf you`re sparkin blunts with clean underwearSomebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH!OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don`t stopYo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wopBack and forth, forth and backI`m from the streets now I`m a straight mackSkin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?)Eyes are red, you know that I can get downWhen I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to lifebecause I`m fresh, and I`m def tonightYeah, yeah, uh-huh!West coast, West coast, West coast is on fireWe don`t need no water let the motherfucker burnBurn motherfucker, burn!!Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I`d like to sayThat I`m a super def rapper comin straight from L.A.Fly tan brown skin before you`re three years oldAnd all the ladies love me cause I`m pigeon-toedI step in the party and I bust my moveCold rock the mic with the hip-hop grooveSucker MC try to call my bluffYou better beware, cause I`m just too tough y`allPlease please y`all, please please check it outy`all, yeah yeah y`allYeah, please, please check it outSo stomp your feet, and clap your handWhile the DJ is spinning on the DJ standOn the turntable, one and twoWe got the grand incredible cuttin just for youLike this...Like this...Like this... Do that shit, do that shit, do it!All my rhymes are hard as HELLI am the one and I PREVAILYou will SAIL, you will FAILI am the doctor... ohh yeah, what? Please please, what, please please check it out, y`ally`all y`all please y`all y`all, please check it outCheck it out check it out check it out y`allCheck it out check it out check it out y`allParty over here! Party over there!Party right here! Party right there!Party over there! There`s a party in the trunk