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Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities


Artist: Pharcyde
Genres: Hip-Hop
Total songs: 2
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The Rubbers Song Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Pharcyde

Roll me up/aids is wack 

(repeat 16x) 

 

You better stop! 

 

[slim kid tre] 

It takes at least one woman true said 

Though which rain doesn't calculate the fate 

Sliding through the secret garden, I beg the pardons 

Regarding the odds with my snake, he's such a slut 

And every will of God it gets marked as a winner 

Diggin in the hoes and the soap like a tenor sax 

And baby got backs 

Spread the fenders no one hinders yo I can't hold it back 

In the darkness, many play like they won't get caught and 

Every day we be up there stalkin 

Pay attention when you're harkin embarkin 

Territories never throws until we see the dolphin 

Caught in the tuna net, cause you will get 

A birds eye triple high noose to the neck 

Yo, who's read to go? 

When slim brings grim to the show? 

 

You better stop! 

And think about it 

(repeat 4x) 

You better stop! 

 

[imani] 

The beauty of the booty got me in a trance 

In my pants I be squirmin, like pee wee herman 

From a single table dance but she knows I beez 

No pee weed, cause I beez 

Kingin like kong cause my ding-a-ling's long 

With my ding dong I make crotches sing songs 

Make the guts say praise I'll pays for the duty 

The day I go sliding, bare in a room 

In a butt hot greasy slot 

Without my unraveling what knots 

What I gots is a plan and a plot 

Already got the crotch, hoppin like scotch 

Ready hot and willin but I know the penicillin ain't killin 

This public enemy, so it's gonna be 

Doomsday for the gift I flip 

Gotta get a grip, crip, blood be trippin when I'm whippin 

Asses like cream, I know what you mean 

I try to comply with the gameplan don't ask me why 

I zips down my fly and pry open the thigh 

Here's where I catch like fish 

Without using my wack ass prophylactics 

 

You better stop! 

And think about it... 

(repeat 2x) 

 

[booty brown] 

Not feelin very smart as the doctor tears the chart 

With my heart in my neck, oh heck 

What have I done? thrown all my cards on the table 

For just one night of fun, I wish it wasn't cable 

But the second time around in a town we performed at last week 

Yeah needless to speak 

Spotted the physique that caught my eye 

Next morning woke up butt naked and high 

On life not my wife like a knife I stab 

Placed them on tabled still I did not grab 

Now with a gown I wear and a frown I stare 

Into the light, prayin that the overnight passion 

Will not cash this ass in, so I'm askin 

God it won't be odd cause I've asked before 

Just right then the doc entered the door 

Hey, welcome back again mr. robinson! 

Now see ahh, have you ever thought about ahh, using those... 

 

Roll me on 

(repeat to fade)