Song Lyrics Anotha Level f Pharcyde - Phat T    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> A>> Anotha Level f Pharcyde Singer Lyrics>> Phat T Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Anotha Level f Pharcyde Music Title/Track: Phat T Theme ID: 26376 Album: N/A Verse One: B Glad like the bag I'm not mad like the hatter On Anotha Level and I didn't use a ladder Listen up good call me short and it's on Bust you in the dome cuz I got little man's syndrome Always down to bone when Home Alone like the movie Gettin mad groupies, Tina Tam and Suzie Honies wanna groove me, cuz my flow is groovy I never pay ends or get skins in a jacuzzi "The track is mighty phat to me Ya loves the way I freaks the beat Whenever it is I freaks the beat Snaps come rolling back to me!" *sung to Tootsie Roll commercial* Verse Two: What, is, really going on? My, lyrics, rain like a storm Oh yes, it sets quite a trend I'm the one your girlie likes and you can't stand it Fresh cut come hottest, not at all modest I'ma tell you right now, I gets no runs anonymous Cut all the hoopla, end the propagandin We rode the Soul Train, not left Bandstandin Fans keep fannin, where's my girl Shannon? Hot damn it Now you understand it, aiyyo catch the Stones Because it's slammin Verse Three: Booty Brown I'm throwin up West coast in the niggaz faces From the City of Angels, I know you know where the place it They call me Rudy, the dark brown tutti The dark brown booty with an afro and a mad flow I'm a rap pro Play the right end, I'm into flippin hits like flapjacks off of fat stacks as I max with Anotha Level So dig it like like a shovel digs a ditch A West coast rhyme without using the word ..... Verse Four: Bambino I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming like this Ballin up my fists and I'm not even pissed I'm just hyped, the type, you gotsta believe in The dog inside of me is hungry this is what I feed it Marks and oreos, until we fill it up The youngest hound of the Level does that make me a punk Yup, shucks, I still get butt Ask your local honey and she'll tell you what's up Ohhh damn, you freak me so well I used to hear it all the time from my old girl Mel Now I'm living swell add her to my clientele Can I get some thirst cuz it's hot as hell I kick some hoarse shit now I gots ta hay bail Verse Five: Slim Kid Tre Hey bail, check it out well I gets up on the microphone and then I have to sail like a ship, I'm on another motherf--kin tip Got me? Here I go, copy Yeah, so watch your back, black Pharcyde's here and we'll never come wack Making all the papes and comin by the stacks I know Anotha Level got my motherf--kin back Here to represent West coast Burnin up the map like toast Verse Six: I feel the funk while Tre Rhymealinda's Before it's all over, we all just spins the indo or the bud Concentration is a must, occupation is to bust So I bust, and then I bust This shit is Phat, I'm hoping that You can comprehend, the flavors that we blend You know where to find me, come for the ride On Anotha Level II the Pharcude Verse Seven: Imani Imani represents one of the funk fabulous chillin freewheelin funkstaz, out the funky depths of the West coast underground, umm, yo, so how that sound? I be rippin, rappin, with Anotha Level, rippin Rappin with the Freestyle Fellowshippin, and the Waskalz Giving niggaz assholes, cuz niggaz don't understand My s--t be in demand so I'm holdin niggaz to WalkMan's papers, if you slept on me you know you catch the Vapors I got my nigga Fat Lip with me, yo He ain't around so what am I gonna do G? What am I gonna do man??? DAMN!!! Yo whassup man? You wanna rap? Can you rap whassup? You look a nigga that can't rap, but I think you might be able to drop somethin on the mic yo Verse Eight: Farmer Brown (Fat Lip) Well I used to just rap when I was on the farm People tried to come around giving me some harm But I tell em no that it got to cuz The Farmer Man is about to flow Cuz I'm the Farmer Man, I hold the mic in my hand like a pitchfork, I say whassup to New York I'm way out like Mork from Ork Enough to make you grab a bottle of moonshine and pop the cork, yeeeee-hawwww!!!! Bout to get raw with my man Farmer John And my good ol frog, so y'all rock The cock-a-doodle-doo, ragga-free funk Even though this ain't somethin that you're used ta Yeahhh, hyuh hyuh hyuh hyuh And ya don't stop, check it out check it out Ya don't stop, check it out check it out Ya don't stop, yo what's you got to say on this boy *fades* Anotha Level II the Pharcyde (10X) Matter of fact it was phat That shit was phat Say what? To the Say what say what? To the, Phar-Cyde Keep it going, Fat Lip grip the mic Related Lyrics Random lyrics: I Like The Way (The Kissing Game), I Want You For Myself, Message-your corrections please read, Nothing Left To See, Summertime, The Rain, Together Again, Well Meet Again, Dying For Another Lost Cause, Feelings Of Suicide, Nothing To Show, Unite, And He Dreamed, Not A Lovesong, Alright, Are U Kidding Me, Are You Kidding Me, Be Like That, Between These Walls, Between These Walls (ft. 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