THE PHARCYDE

THE PHARCYDE - Feeling Freaky lyrics

[Chorus x2]

It's the Cyde that you feel still

When you're sexing

Getting hyper, trying to chill

Clean you in thrills, collect mils

Leaving suckas at a standstill

Instead of going out we're going uphill

[Imani]

Yo, we come tri-annual, haters check your manuals

Pharcyde beats are labelled as ‘highly flammable'

You're running loose like a wild animal

Lawless, thinking you're flawless

But they bought this from Hawthorne to Hollis

You're too faded, you can't do what we created

That shit is way outdated, they can't contain or explain

The way we come with a real flow, we still glow titanium

Hitting you hard in your cranium

You look like you need some wheat grass

Some calcium or some Java juice

What's good for the duck duck goose is good for the gander

Take a gander, fuck the red tape and the propaganda

The real shit is rare like a panda

We're trying to expand on the previous

Trying to get the shit together like staples or seams

Cause niggas got dreams

[Chorus x2]

[Bootie Brown]

When I hear a tight beat I get anxious, ready

Like fifty niggas out the County at a Luke party

With 151 Bacardi and a stick of the stickiest

Meticulous when it's got to represent us

I can't trust in no kay, come with it or forget it

We move on to improve on and keep warm

While suckers only want to get a slap of reality

And some change, they call us strange

But worldwide we range coming to a city near you

Pharcyde here you entrancing, memorizing

Stem realising, instant malignment evil

But we're cerebral, I know it's torture to await

The reemergence of the Cyde

Banging in your club, tilt and your ride

Trying to bubble like peroxide

And heal the wound of the hip-hop neglected

And keep working to perfect it

[Chorus x2]

[Slimkid3]

You're too near me to hear me, cross-eyed to see clearly

Side winding like a snake and yet you try to steer me

Veer me into oncoming traffic, hold up, dearie

You're looking kind of leery, I'm trying to stay cheery

While you're tired and weary, unable to stay stable

Unable to keep afloat, unable to rock a note

So you bring a good friend down by the throat

And most of y'all bite on anything like a goat

And when you're hot you're hot, when you're not you turn cold

Lack of understanding what that provokes

Not loyal to the movement of the militant folks

But you're good at blowing smoke up my ass like I love it

Glad to rise above it, I don't need this shit

Too many jackasses to deal with

Like pleasure isle, we lace the mic with style and finesse

[Chorus x2]

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