Return Of The B-boy

The Pharcyde

Yo yo 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's in the house)



So everybody get on up



and turn this mutha out!




Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor



of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all



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 I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin



Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark



If you can't slide then stay out the park



and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark



Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's



just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip



Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it



Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang



It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't 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 won't stop until the break of dawn



It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all



When I play b-boy don't miss y'all



Some people wear all that Fila gear



Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere



Say hoooo! HOOOOOO!



Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop



Throw your hands in the air



and wave em like you just don't care



If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear



Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH!



OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop



Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop



Back and forth, forth and back



I'm from the streets now I'm a straight