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Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
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HELL YEAH!
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Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master)
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HELL YEAH!
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So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)
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So everybody get on up
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and turn this mutha out!
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Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
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of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all
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I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
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cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear
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for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin
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Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
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If you can't slide then stay out the park
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and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
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Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's
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just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
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Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it
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Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang
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It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop)
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The debonair MC, in the place to be
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Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
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Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
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So the party won't stop until the break of dawn
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It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
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When I play b-boy don't miss y'all
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Some people wear all that Fila gear
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Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
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Say hoooo! HOOOOOO!
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Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop
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Throw your hands in the air
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and wave em like you just don't care
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If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear
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Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH!
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OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop
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Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
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Back and forth, forth and back
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I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack
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Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?)
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Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
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When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
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because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight
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Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
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West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire
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We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
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Burn motherfucker, burn!!
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Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say
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That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from L.A.
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Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old
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And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed
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I step in the party and I bust my move
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Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
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Sucker MC try to call my bluff
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You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all
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Please please y'all, please please check it out
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y'all, yeah yeah y'all
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Yeah, please, please check it out
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So stomp your feet, and clap your hand
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While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand
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On the turntable, one and two
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We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you
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Like this...
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Like this...
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Like this...
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Do that shit, do that shit, do it!
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All my rhymes are hard as HELL
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I am the one and I PREVAIL
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You will SAIL, you will FAIL
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I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what?
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Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all
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y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out
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Check it out check it out check it out y'all
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Check it out check it out check it out y'all
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Party over here! Party over there!
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Party right here! Party right there!
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Party over there! There's a party in the trunk
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Return Of The B-Boy
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The Pharcyde |