Texty:
Pharcyde Cydeways The Best Of The Pharcyde

Can't keep runnin' away I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect, I used to never

Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer Oh, how I tossed that ass up Like a mission in the woods Woody woodpecker would if he could But I didn't want

fuck us up but, shit, you know what's up We gotta get with the movement and move men soon They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of their doom Best

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

Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah We was like that you know Yeah, and I bet you got layed back Yeah, I'ma uh, I'm a just sit in here for a couple