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    4 Better Or 4 Worse

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    4 Better Or 4 Worse

      About "4 Better Or 4 Worse"

      Lyrics for The Pharcyde - "4 Better Or 4 Worse"

      Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda
      Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?
      To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?

      Uh, uh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do

      Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet
      To Rhymealinda I remember um, when we first met
      In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools
      Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two
      But um, screw the dumb shit, cause little Rhyme's true
      I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due
      I got my chariot, rolling, now I'm mic controlling
      Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
      We're rolling all strikes, we're having little tykes
      One is little Mike the others Ike I'm sure that you would like
      To hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes
      When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right
      You know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em
      They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt
      (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse
      Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse

      Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose
      I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce
      The power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag
      Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag
      Dropping so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
      Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G
      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, gotta get the butter
      Fix it up eat 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 getting hotter so I bought her a new ring
      Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing
      I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse
      If you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse

      I mean nah, just
      I got it!

      Well this is the final chapter (Hello?)
      Of me, we're going to rack up (Who is this?)
      In tune, in tune, in tune, a button (Why are you calling my house?)
      A button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey (Who is this? What?)
      Would you come along with me down (Mike is that you?)
      The lane and I will pick your brain (Oh my God. Who is this?)
      I won't be good like you think I will (I'll fucking call the cops)
      I'll take a hammer and start to drill (Don't call my house)
      Your skull, and then I'll really start (Oh my God, what is this)
      Picking, your brains cells, I will be (What? I'm gonna call the cops)
      Licking, mm mm mm mm! okay? (Quit fucking around)
      You taste so intelligent, ah (Hello, who is this?)
      Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now (Help, who is this? What)
      I busted thee, top of your skull (are you doing? Why are you)
      You thought the day was going to be (calling me?)
      Dull? I'll make it very exciting
      I took your fingers then I started (Who are you? Why are you)
      BITING, and then I scraped the meat (calling my house?)
      Off, the bone, of your leg (Stop calling here!)
      Ah, you tried to make me beg (Don't call here anymore)
      But I had to insist, I had to insist
      I, run up your pussy with my fist (Ah!)
      Okay, I think we've gone a little bit (I'm gonna call the cops!)
      Overboard, don't stop it yet (Fuck you don't call my house!)

      [Repeat: x4]
      Like this
      ("like what like what like what")

      Yo, I'm Audi Gee
      No doubts manufactured
      No ah copies, we can't ah, do copies
      No copies, okay
      Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
      That's what it really is huh?
      Is that what you want? What you talking about?
      What you talking bout nigga?
      What you know bout the problems of L.A.?
      I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
      Of the people in the L.A.
      See the brothers needs some type of education
      And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uh
      Community, cause the mute-co, duh, the community
      Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from
      The tree if you don't water the grass
      So nigga get off your rusty black ass
      Like this, like this
      You can get with this, or you can get with that
      I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat
      Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT
      Uh, okay um, okay uh, keep going keep going keep going
      Keep going, hey Romye Romye, come here come here come here come here come here
      Come here come here (OK OK hey yo yo yo yo) come here for a second
      Hey Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should
      Oh, duh!

      Donaldson, Lou / Hardson, Trevant Jermaine / Stewart, Derrick Lemel / Wilcox, Emandu Imani Rashan / Porter, David / Martinez, John
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