Lyrics - Bullshit by Pharcyde

You gotta get up off of that bullshit... stop fighting that feeling (x4)(
Imani)
Let me entertain you
And interphaze you with the new soundthe sound is the "cyde" and the
PHAR is the "
CYDE"
And no matter who you are, you know you can't
HYDE!not from the eyes of the sun nor the moon nor the stars!no matter who you are!
So come in and commence to the sound of my drummin'
You gotta get up off of that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling (x4)(
Slim
Kid 3)
Time to go all the way with it
Dont just sit there and stare or play with itcause we commited to the seeds of new breedsthe
Motha
Ship of dreams where fiendz breast feedstep thru reality into reality so surreal you feel you never knew realityuntil it stood still now your far from a liewhen the truth tantalizes ya eyes see we zalready in the skies or outer spacestanding here on the face of this earthto the state to the grid of my turfwhere my mom gave birthto all the she loves be it small to others but yo it's bigger then lovethey did a cross examination of itbut you can't duplicate the state of our own relations thru translationsthat's not the ticket breaking code in hieroglyphics
You gotta get up off of that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling(
Bootie
Brown)
Yo!
When money talks fools are always checkin'depositing their two cents
Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorancethat becomes a hindrance for them to rise
When you going to recognize, time waits for no manwhen you gonna stand and....
Get up offa that bullshit.... stop fighting the feeling(
Suave)
Yo,
Yo, now let me change the topic just a bittalk about the lahp's with the fat ass and tits
Comin' to the club looking for a starain't got ten dollars for a drink at the barscoping around looking for the best dressedsmelling for the indo passing up the stresssniff sniff yo what does the lahp smella brotha like
Suave with pockets that swellaction was thrown the lahp was blownnext thing you know
I had her at my homeall alone object to get paidthe only thing happened her ass got laid
Now no end and her ass is sprung
Used a little tongue but believe
I'm well hung
So listen, a lesson well learned for you club hopping ho's
It ain't about the stardom, it ain't about the dough.
So...
You gotta get on up off of that bullshit (x6)
Stop fighting the feeling

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