Return Of The B-boy Lyrics by Pharcyde

Return Of The B-boy Lyrics

    Yo yo 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's in the house)
    So everybody get on up
    And turn this mutha out!

    Ah yes yes y'all, i got the fever for the flavor
    Of a beat y'all, i stand tall gets raw like beef y'all
    I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
    Cause i check it, baby just lend me your ear
    For a second, cause i'm wreckin eardrums cold black-n-deckin
    Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
    If you can't slide then stay out the park
    And my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
    Are you hip? do you need another tip, cause that's
    Just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
    Jump onnn it! shake your shit, if you want it
    Show no shame, hey malik god damn get your arrow and hang
    It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (you don't stop)

    The debonair mc, in the place to be
    Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
    Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
    So the party won't stop until the break of dawn
    It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
    When i play b-boy don't miss y'all
    Some people wear all that fila gear
    Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
    Say hoooo! hoooooo!
    Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop
    Throw your hands in the air
    And wave em like you just don't care
    If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear
    Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!
    Ohhh yeahhh! and ya don't stop
    Yo, cause back in eighty-nine i was doin the wop
    Back and forth, forth and back
    I'm from the streets now i'm a straight mack
    Skin is black (what?) hair is brown (what?)
    Eyes are red, you know that i can get down
    When i get up on the mic, i kick the rhymes to life
    Because i'm fresh, and i'm def tonight

    Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
    West coast, west coast, west coast is on fire
    We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
    Burn motherfucker, burn!!

    Check it out, well my name is jammer and i'd like to say
    That i'm a super def rapper comin straight from l.a.
    Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old
    And all the ladies love me cause i'm pigeon-toed
    I step in the party and i bust my move
    Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
    Sucker mc try to call my bluff
    You better beware, cause i'm just too tough y'all
    Please please y'all, please please check it out
    Y'all, yeah yeah y'all
    Yeah, please, please check it out
    So stomp your feet, and clap your hand
    While the dj is spinning on the dj stand
    On the turntable, one and two
    We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you
    Like this...
    Like this...
    Like this...
    Do that shit, do that shit, do it!

    All my rhymes are hard as hell
    I am the one and i prevail
    You will sail, you will fail
    I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what?

    Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all
    Y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out
    Check it out check it out check it out y'all
    Check it out check it out check it out y'all
    Party over here! party over there!
    Party right here! party right there!
    Party over there! there's a party in the trunk

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