الأغاني:
Pharcyde

Can't keep runnin' away I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk And a chump or a sucka or something to that effect Respect, I used to never

Little Sally Walker, sittin' in a saucer Oh, how I tossed that ass up Like a mission in the woods Woody woodpecker would if he could But I didn't want

The way that momma raised us was pure faith So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us Or lay us down to sleep Know the wolf from the sheep Or the sheep who

yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house? Hell yeah! Is eighty eight in the house? (it's the master, the master) Hell yeah! So everybody's in the house? (pharcyde

For nights and days we blaze Inhale, don't it feel good? Pass it around so we all could Be on the same plain, I dwell amongst the clouds Dream of other

're all the price the covercharge of living large in between the social margin they be paying the price so you can be the superstar -Pharcyde Guestlist

interface as we take you into the next phase Where ya at, where ya at? They keep asking where ya been We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde

What the world needs is true expression From the soul and the heart? What the world needs is you and me? What the world needs is the universe and love

Yo, inhale, exhale Been a long time coming Still a long way to go Evolution of manhood Evolution, revolution Born with sight but became sightless Rehabilitated