Текстове на песни: Pharcyde, The. Bullshit.

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You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'

(Imani)
Let me entertain you
And interphase you
With the new sound
Sound is the side
And the Phar is the Cyde
And no matter who you are
You know you can't hide
Not from the eyes of the sun
Nor the moon, nor the stars
No matter who you are
Come in
And commence to the sound of my drummin'

You gotta get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'
You need to get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'
You need to get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'
You need to get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'

(Slim Kid 3)
Time to go all the way wit me
Don't just sit there and stare or play wit it
'Cause we're committed to the seeds of the new breeds
The mothership, dreams where fiends breastfeed
Step through reality into reality
So surreal you'll feel you never knew reality
Until it stood still
Now you're far from a lie when the truth tantalizes your eyes
See, we already in the skies or outer space
Standing here on the face of this earth
To the state to the grid of my turf where my mom gave birth
To all that she loves, be it small to others
But yo, it's bigger than love
They did a cross examination of it
But you can't duplicate the state of our relations
Through translations, that's not the ticket
Breakin' codes and heiroglyphics
Tryin' to get down to the specifics

You gotta get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'
You need to get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'
You need to get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'
You need get up off that shit
And stop fightin' that feelin'

(Bootie Brown)
Yo! When money talks, fools are always checkin'
Depositin' their two cents
Foolishly convinced, blinded by the ignorance
That becomes a hinderance for them to rise
When they gonna recognize
Time waits for no man
When you gonna stand and get up off that bullshit
And stop fightin' that feeling?

(Suave)
Now let me change the topic just a bit
Talk about the iahps with the fat ass and tits
Come into the club, lookin' for a star
Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar
Scopin' around lookin' for the best dressed
Smell a brother into passin' up the stress
Sniff sniff! Yo, what does the iahp smell?
A brother like Suave with a pocket that swell
Action was thrown, the iahp was blown
Next thing you know I had her at my home
All alone, object to get paid
Only thing that happened was her ass got laid
Now no ends and her ass was sprung
Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung
So lesson well learned for you club hoppin' hoes
It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough, so

You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'
You gotta get on up off that bullshit
Stop fightin' that feelin'