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Bài hát phat-t do ca sĩ Anotha Level, The Pharcyde thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat phat-t - Anotha Level, The Pharcyde ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Phat-t chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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I'm goin' home alone like the movie Gettin' mad goofy, bein' a damnin' doozy Honey's runnin' with me, cuz my flow is goofy I never play games or get skins in the jacuzzi The track is mighty back to me Your love's the way I'm freaks to be Whenever it is, I'm freaks to be Snaps come rollin' back to me What is really going on? My lyrics rain like a storm Oh yes, it's said twice, the trend I'm the one your body likes and you can't stand it Fresh cut karate, not at all modest I'ma tell you right now, I guess my runs are nautilus Cut all the mullah in the propaganda We roll the soul train, not left bands standin' Bands keep bannin', where's my girl Shannon? Hot dammit, now you understand it Ayo, catch the dough Because it's slam I'm throwin' up black coat in the niggas' faces From the city of angels, I know you know where the place is They call me Rooney, the dark brown booty With an afro and a mad flow I'm a rap bro, play the white kids I'm into flippin' this like slap jacks Walkin' back, back, as I match with another level To dig it like a shovel dig the ditch A west coast run without usin' the words I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin' like fish Ballin' up my fist and I'm not even pissed I'm just hype, this hype, you gots to believe it The dog inside of me is hungry, this is what I'm feedin' This track is off you go, and so we fillin' up the youngest town Another level, does that make me a punk? Yup, shucks, I still get cut Ask a local honey and she tell you what's up Ooh damn, you freak me so well I used to hear it all the time from my old girl Mel Now I'm movin' slow and I do my clientele Can I get some thirst, cause it's hot as hell I drink some more ***, now I gots the hay bale Hay bale, check it out well I get up on the microphone and then I have to sail like a ship I'm on another motherfuckin' ship You understand, you got me, here I go copy Yeah, so watch your back, black Far side *** and we'll never come back Makin' all the papers and comin' by the stacks I know another level, got my motherfuckin' back Here to represent West Coast, burnin' up the map like toast I feel the funk while Trey rhyme Melinda Before it's all over, we artists meant to end on the bud Concentration is a must, occupation is to bust So I bust, again I bust, this *** is packed I'm movin' back, you can't comprehend The flavors that we bring, you know where to find me Come for the ride, on another level to the far side Money represents one of the four fabulous Chillin' free, will it funk to How the funky depths of the West Coast underground Uh, yo, so how that sound? I be drippin', rappin' with another level Rippin', rappin' with the freestyle fellowshippin' And the Y shows, givin' niggas high shows Cause niggas don't understand my trippin' demands So I'm hittin' niggas to walk in flavors If you slap on me, you know you'll catch the vapors I got my nigga Fat Lip with me, yo He ain't around, so what am I gonna do, G? What am I gonna do, man? Damn, yo, what's up, man? You wanna rap? Can you rap? What's up? You look like a nigga that can't rap But I think you might be able to rap Check this out, check this out Well, I used to just rap when I was on the lawn People try to turn around, givin' me some horns But I tell them, no, that it got to go Cause the farmer man is about to float Cause I'm the farmer man I hold the mic in my hand like a pitchfork I say, what's up to New York? I'm way out like Courtland Wharf Enough to make you *** a bottle of Maroon Shine And pop the door, yeah It's all about to get raw With my man Farmer John and my good old pa They all rock the cock-a-doodle-doo like a roof up Even though this ain't somethin' that you should feel Hey, it don't stop Check it out, check it out It don't stop Check it out, check it out Check it out, check it out It don't stop Y'all wish you got a thing on this, boy So I'ma try to put you to sleep Cause it wasn't jack, it wasn't wack Matter of fact, it was fat It was fat Another level It was really fat I say, what? Another level That *** was fat I say, what? Another level To the I say, what? Another level To the I say, what? Another level To the I say, what? Another level I say, what? Another level To the I say, what? Another level To the I say, what? Another level To the I say, what? Another level To the I say, what?

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