On The Dl Lyrics by Pharcyde

On The Dl Lyrics

    So here it is
    Fuck it
    Friends or no friends i had enough bullshit
    To last me clear to the ends of my term
    I hate worms
    So i'ma bring in the fish
    And induce my backhand
    To refrain from my fist
    Yeah i wish that i change
    Then i could shed all the (main)
    You trippin' on my ego
    But all my shit is sustained
    Order order
    I cross the border for a spot in the sun
    I'm so down with myself
    Bitch i could chill as a bum ho hum
    Drum
    I'm so burnt that i'm beat
    I got my fears on my nerves
    And the crowd on my feet
    The only one who has my (back) is me
    In reality, see
    I'm constantly fightin heavy
    When we journey through the sea
    Oui oui monsieur
    I'm true to the game
    I believe my friends you (slip) me
    I might have the ego but you'll tell me who're trippin'
    I know
    And it shows
    I can look at your nose
    And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o

    On the downlow
    (x3)

    I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
    Gotta brush my teeth
    Clean my nuts off
    Put on the gear that i'ma wear throughout my day
    But before i take a shower i ain't ashamed to say
    When i think of the night before, and the heat of passion
    Your big brown booty
    My mind starts flashin'
    I'm lookin' in the mirror with my cock on rock
    Should i pursue to do you
    Or just stroke my knot
    While my girl is asleep
    I'm caught in a jam
    Went to the bathroom
    With cocoa-butter in my hand
    Closed the door behind me
    Locked it very tight
    Thinkin' of all the naughty things we did last night
    Slipped out my underoos sat on the toilet bowl
    And let the hand i hold the mike with
    Take control
    Closed my eyes tight so it would seem more real
    I'm thinkin' about the crazy ways you made me feel
    As my thoughts get deeper
    And a little more intense
    If you don't know what comes next
    Well you're just too dense

    On the downlow
    (x3)
    [man you pharcyde y'know what i'm sayin dude, this is it
    Man damn, tre]

    He's chasin' me
    Scrapin' my knee on the cement
    Is what i did
    What dug
    Look under the rug
    And i got it
    Hit him in the heart with my (night struck a) slug
    But no
    This nigga had to go
    Peep this
    I was asleep
    He climbed in my window
    Grabbed me around the neck
    Said scream and you're dead
    I thought it was the devil
    'cause his face was glowin' red
    He was a brother
    But this brother had the devil in his eye
    He was out to get i-m-a-n-i
    First i (took) my trigger finger with a wiggle
    The devil jumps into my eyes and then i giggle
    In the back of my head
    You know imani feels no shame
    I've got my nine i said
    With my millimeter go bang
    I got him
    He's crippled so he crawls across the floor
    He's bleeding everywhere and now he's reachin' for the door
    Bang bang bang
    Yep i got 'im again
    His story's soundin' sad
    Like the movie ben
    But um
    Anyway i'm just protectin' my shit
    'cause if it wasn't me he's killin'
    Then my moms mighta got it
    It's on the downlow
    Don't tell nobody i killed him all right?

    On the downlow
    On the downlow
    On the downlow
    'cause you should know
    (x2)

    Flip fly caught you soarin sky high
    But a
    Fly slip wash you up fly drip my
    Eyes cry
    Tears fear
    A baby eagle seagull shit falls quicker than a local hero
    Zero from zero leaves nothin'
    Now ain't that somethin'?
    And all this time you been wantin' somethin'
    For nothin'
    The crew has pushed your button 'cause your frame is on recall
    The homeys kick the (fact) 'cause its wack to let you fall
    (why doesn't what) you're rollin in the 'hood
    So niggas that don't wantcha
    And you're fucked
    Crazy fucked
    Like the slut heather hunter
    (with me) the one that punches shit
    I know you'll get the pick
    With the cars and the girls
    And the ego and the loot chief
    I'll make this brief
    I'd be lyin through my teeth
    If i told you you was dope
    And your benefits was reaped
    From my ego
    Those (libro) kids are creepin' with the steel
    And you're cappin'
    'bout this rappin'
    And they're cavin' in the grille

    On the downlow
    On the downlow
    On the downlow
    'cause you should know
    'bout the downlow
    On the downlow
    On the downlow
    'cause you should know

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