Number of Lyrics in Album : 9
By Pharcyde, Uhh, do you take, rhymealinda
Do you love me tre, do
By Pharcyde, The way that momma raised us was pure faithSo diablo
By Pharcyde, Let me freak the funk
Obsolete is the punk that talk
By Pharcyde, Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer
Oh, how I tossed
By Pharcyde, Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that
By Pharcyde, Trapped in the cockpit at forty thousand feet
The sky is
By Pharcyde, Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
Hell
By Pharcyde, Can't keep runnin' away
I must admit on some occasions I
By Pharcyde, Somethin' that means somethin'
Somethin' that means somethin'
I gotta kick somethin'