Pharcyde pharcyde - Return Of The Bboy Lyrics

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?
Hell yeah!
Is eighty eight in the house? (its the master, the master)
Hell yeah!
So everybodys in the house? (pharcydes in the house)
So everybody get on up
And turn this m____ out!

Ah yes yes yall, I got the fever for the flavor
Of a beat yall, I stand tall gets raw like beef yall
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 Im wreckin eardrums cold black-n-deckin
Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
If you cant slide then stay out the park
And my preachers dont know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? do you need another tip, cause thats
Just like a talk light, in the a__crack tip
Jump onnn it! shake your s___, if you want it
Show no shame, hey malik God d___ get your arrow and hang
It aint no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (you dont 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 wont stop until the break of dawn
Its like that yall, its like this yall
When I play b-boy dont miss yall
Some people wear all that fila gear
Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
Say hoooo! hoooooo!
Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you dont stop
Throw your hands in the air
And wave em like you just dont care
If youre sparkin blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! ohhh yeahh!
Ohhh yeahhh! and ya dont stop
Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
Back and forth, forth and back
Im from the streets now Im 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 Im fresh, and Im def tonight

Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
West coast, west coast, west coast is on fire
We dont need no water let the m_________er burn
Burn m_________er, burn!!

Check it out, well my name is jammer and Id like to say
That Im a super def rapper comin straight from l.a.
Fly tan brown skin before youre three years old
And all the ladies love me cause Im 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 Im just too tough yall
Please please yall, please please check it out
Yall, yeah yeah yall
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 s___, do that s___, 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, yall
Yall yall please yall yall, please check it out
Check it out check it out check it out yall
Check it out check it out check it out yall
Party over here! party over there!
Party right here! party right there!
Party over there! theres a party in the trunk