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4 better or 4 worse (dj nu-mark remix) - the pharcyde lyrics

[intro]
uhh, do you take rhymealinda
do you love me tre?
to be your lawfully wedded wife?
do you really love me?
uh, ah, uh, ah, uh, ah
give it to me
uh, ah, uh (i do), uh, uh (i do), ah (no, c’mon, i do)
uh, uh, uh, what?

[verse 1: slimkid3]
ah roomie zoom*zim, i’m off to be wed
to rhymealinda, i remember umm, when we first met
in ’82, back in school, used to play up all the fools
sometimes you’d be my number five
sometimes you’d be my twenty*two
but umm, screw the dumbsh*t, ’cause little rhymea’s true
i can’t wait to say “i do”, and oh yeah, honеy there’s no due
i got my chariot rollin’, now i’m mic controlling
got somе sp*nk in my funk, i can’t wait to put some soul in
we’re rollin all strikes, we’re havin’ little tykes
one is little mike, the other’s ike, i’m sure that you would like
to hold ’em (what?), or maybe stroll ’em on their little bikes
when they’re born (yeah), i’ve sworn, to bring ’em up right
you know, dope is how i breed em, beats is what i’ll feed em (beats)
they’ll be healthy like a health nut, i’m sure you shake your b*tt
kick the verse preacher, and i won’t disperse
here’s my life rhymealinda, for better or for worse
[chorus]
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop)

[verse 2: imani]
well it’s done, she tagged me, duck, duck, goose
i’m batter up, i can’t sleep, the fly brother must produce
the power pack, and i’m stacked like a .45 mag (a mag)
straight up tennis shoes, in my pants there’s a sag
droppin’ so much grammar, gotta slam it down my mouth
sh*t, i met a sl*t she put me in a wedgie
with the dip that was down, with me from the whole front
now, front me? never too cool how*ever
i gotta get the bread (bread), gotta get the b*tter (b*tter)
fix it up, eat it down, throw it in the gutter (gutter)
dreamed it, sour, creamed it, gotta
skinny*dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water
now the water’s gettin’ hotter, so i bought her a new ring
maybe a love ballad is the song i sing
i gotta kiss her, [?] my tongue i hold before i curse
if you really want me b*tch, take me for better or for worse
[chorus]
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop, you don’t stop)
and you don’t stop, and you don’t stop
(and you don’t stop)

[verse 3: fatlip]
well this is the final chapters “h*llooo?”
of me, so we’re going to rack up “who is this?”
in tune, in tune, in tune, a b*tton “why are you calling my house, who is this?”
a b*tton, a b*tton! oh c’mon, honey “what?”
would you come along with me down the lane
“mike, is that you?”
and i will pick your brain “oh my god. who is this?”
i won’t be good like you think i will
“i’ll f*cking call the cops, don’t call my house”
i’ll take a hammer and start to drill “oh my god, what is this?”
your skull, and then i’ll really start pickin’
your brain cells “what?”, i will be l!ckin’
“i’m gonna call the cops, okay?” mmm*mmm!
*slurp* “quit f*cking around”
you taste so intelligent, ahh “h*llo, who is this?”
yes, yes, yes, you trusted me, now
“help me, who is this? what are you doing?
why are you calling me?”
i busted the, top of your skull
you thought the day was going to be dull? aah!
a little very exciting “who are you?!
why are you calling my house?”
i took your fingers then i started biting
and then i scr*ped the meat “stop calling here!”
off the bone of your leg “don’t call here anymore”
aah!
ahh, you tried to make me beg
but i had to insist, i had to insist, i* “oh my god”
went up your p*ssy with my fist aah!
“f*ck you don’t call my house!”
okay, i think we’ve gone a little bit overboard, don’t stop it yet
[interlude: fatlip]
like this (like what?)
like this (like what?)

- the pharcyde lyrics

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