The Pharcyde — Splattitorium lyrics

Lyrics

You know what time it is.
I’m down with tha P-H-A-R-Cyde (Can you?)
To rock up in you —
I got the microphone. I twist you and burn you and bend you like sinew.
Back. Run away, run away.
I don’t understand
(various adlibs)
No more teachers.
No more bitches. No more hoes, and that’s how it goes.
I want some leathers and a coupe and a house full of loot that’ll make ya just
gotta get a scoop.
Check. 'Spect.
I want a Check. I want some 'Spect.