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4 Better Or 4 Worse
The Pharcyde
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Uh, do you take, Rhymealinda
Do you love me, Tre, do you really love me?
To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?
Uhh, uhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do!
Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet
To Rhymealinda I remember, um, when we first met
In eighty-two, back in school used to play up all the fools
Sometimes you'd be my number five, sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
But um, screw the dumbshit, 'cause little Rhymea's true
I can't wait to say "I do" and "Oh yeah, honey, there's no due"
I got my chariot, rollin', now I'm mic controllin'
Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
We're rollin' all strikes, we're havin' little tykes
One is little Mike, the other's Ike, I'm sure that you would like
To hold 'em, or maybe stroll 'em on their little bikes
When they're born, I've sworn, to bring 'em up right
You know, dope is how I breed 'em, beats is what I'll feed 'em
They'll be healthy like a health nut, I'm sure you shake your butt
Kick the verse preacher, and I won't disperse
Here's my life, Rhymealinda, for better or for worse
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop
Well it's done, she tagged me, duck duck goose
I'm batter up, I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce
The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five mag
Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag
Droppin' so much grammar, gotta slam it down my mouth
Shup? I met a slut, she put me in the rut G
With the dip that was down with me from the whole front
Now front me, never too cool however
I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter
Fix it up, eat it down, throw it in the gutter
(Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta
Skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
Now the water's gettin' hotter, so I bought her a new ring
Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing
I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse
If you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse
And you don't stop and you don't stop
And you don't stop and you don't stop
And you don't stop and you don't stop
And you don't stop and you don't stop
And you don't stop and you don't stop
And you don't stop and you don't stop
(I got it! Hello?)
Well, this is the final chapters (Hello?)
Of me, so we're going to rack up (Who is this?)
In tune, in tune, in tune, a button (Why are you calling my house?)
A button, a button, oh c'mon, honey (Who is this? What?)
Would you come along with me down (Mike, is that you?)
The lane and I will pick your brain (Oh my god, who is this?)
I won't be good like you think I will (I'll fucking call the cops)
I'll take a hammer and start to drill your skull
And then I'll really start pickin' your brains out, I will be lickin'
(I'm gonna call the cops, okay? Quit fucking around)
You taste so intelligent, ahh (Hello, who is this?)
Yes yes yes, you trusted me
Now I busted the (Help! Who is this?)
Top of your skull (What are you doing? Why are you calling me?)
You thought the day was going to be dull?
Make it very exciting
I took your fingers, then I started biting (Who are you?)
And then I scraped the meat off the bone (Stop calling here!)
Of your leg, you tried to make me beg
But I had to insist, I had to insist
I went up your pussy with my fist (Ahhhhhh!)
Okay, I think we've gone a little bit overboard (I'm gonna call the cops!)
Don't stop it yet (Fuck you, don't call my house!)
Like this, like this
Like this, like this
Yo, I'm Audi Geee
No doubts manufactured
No, ahh, copies, we can't, ahh, do copies
No copies, okay
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it really is, huh?
Is that what you want? What you talkin' about?
What you talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Whatchu know 'bout the problems of L.A.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
Of the people in the L.A
See the brothers needs some type of education
And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh
Community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community
Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
The tree if you don't water the grass
So, nigga, get off your rusty black ass
Like this, nananana, like this
You can get with this, or you can get with that
I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat!
Uhh, okay, umm, okay uh, keep going, keep going, keep going
Keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here, come here
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