Soul Flower - Remix

People hear and wonder and they wanna know how and why
 But let me first introduce myself, I'm tagging name Romye
 I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit
 People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
 No hints, it's quicks, it's like the water and grits
 They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
 And that's I, Hi, I better get by because my ally
 About to flip that crazy shit while I go look for some thai
 I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
 I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
 I need some zig-zag, zig-zag
 How I love to get high
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 Oh, what the heck
 Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
 It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
 The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack
 But at this point there's no turning back
 But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
 In '92 we take cash, '93 we take loot
 Because the vinyl is delicious, I'm the nigga who's ambitious
 Michael Ross is the genie he's giving us our wishes
 One, I wanna just jam with your band
 You gotta play it all across the land
 The plan is grab the ducats and say "fuck it" to the critics
 Hey now, I was walkin' down the street, bellin' to the beat
 Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
 Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked
 So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke, what?
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Shot him in the ass on the downstroke
 Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
 I love spanish dishes, but no, I'm not Menudo
 I can dig kung-fu, I flip hoes like Judo
 Never date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
 Or Edna bonedna, bananafanafuno
 Yet you know Shafino, met her in a trio
 Souped up my glass jet, flew her ass to Rio
 I'm somewhat Creole, don't like the man of steel
 I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
 I used to deal but the fuzz popped me
 I had the hydros but they repo'd my crops and steel
 I chills like scotch on the rocks
 'Cause I just gets paid for them hardcore props, you know?
 How long can you freak the funk?
 How long can you freak the funk?
 I separate the good stuff from the junk
 How long can you freak the funk
 Yeah, freak the funk
 Alright, freak the funk
 Freak the funk, freak the funk
 Freak the funk, freak the funk
 I want the farmer man, I want the farmer man
 Yeah, I want the farmer man, give me the farmer man
 Once again it's the farmer man
 I go from Skip Scott to hip-hop to be-bop to P-Funk
 Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk
 'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
 I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic
 'Cause I'm frantic, take you in a frenzy
 Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
 Box when I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
 Yes, I come from Cali, no, I do not have a perm
 I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice
 Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price
 I got more flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
 If Magic can admit he got AIDS, fuck it, I got herpes