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Yeah, yeah, turn it up a lil' bit

Oh, rock it, yeah, just a lil' bit

Oh, rock it, one time, Soul Muzik

One time, since it's great

One time, chapter one

Right, turn it up some

Lil' bit, uh-huh, you know that song

Uh-huh, how we gonna do it?

Money and sex and drugs and violence

And ice and dubs and mics and love

And beats and rhymes and every single time I

Try to tell you, but you never listen to the rhyming

Love and romance, hip-hop don't stop

When I'm on the microphone tryna take it to the top

Overpriced ice and overpriced clips and

Seem like they hearin', but nobody listenin'

Unless it's on MTV, BET, or videos

Doja got rhymes, forget about them silly hoes

Money and sex and violence and drugs

And guns and ice and dubs and love

It's got to be more than just cornrows and braids

And the names on the back of your throwback

Doja and The Name and that thing that is so wack

That nowadays, people bite on the mic

And give props on the mic and they know that ain't right

And forget about the music

S-U-S, I-C-K

Forget about the music

Yo, people talk and complain

Do not wanna change, everything is the same

Always wanna get over, wanna pull my chain

Carry some insurance 'cause you wanna pull my chain

Show makes a witness, that's all you'll make 'em claim

I slick, know I had this love with the pain

Family could be tight, 'til someone want the game

Man, it's a shame

Now they lookin' at me like an outsider

Pharcyde is brighter, one live wire

Get ready for another all-nighter

Who got the fire? We need a lighter

Doja get you higher than Isaiah Rider

Once you hit it, then take the hit and then

Hold it in and close your eyes and

Exhale smoke through your nose, then bye, then

Money and sex and drugs and violence

And ice and dubs and mics and love

And money and sex and drugs and violence

And ice and dubs and mics and love

And money and sex and drugs and violence

And ice and dubs and mics and love

And money and sex and drugs and violence

And ice and dubs and mics and love

And beats and rhymes and every single time I

Try to tell you, but you never listen to the rhyming

Love and romance, hip-hop don't stop

When I'm on the microphone tryna take it to the top

Yeah, the streets do watch and they do get hot

But they don't know we smashin' they flow

'Cause they get up on the microphone and act like a fashion show

I don't care whose name you got

On the back of your jeans, your shit ain't hot

Pharcyde been amazing since the day we dropped

Some make it to the summit, some plain-out flop

Pull me over to the side and we can chop

Underground and pop, we have not forgot about the music

We won't forget about the music

Pay homage, pay respect to the great performers of yesterday

Who paved the way so we may be able to do our thing today

From slave ships to spaceships

From guitars to ASRs

From drum machines to drum kits

Back to drum machines, back to kicks

We've seen it all

Ain't nothin' new under the sun

Yes, yes, y'all