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The Pharcyde - 4 Better Or 4 Worse (Official Music Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Fatlip
Fatlip
Stimme und Gesang
Fred Wesley and the J.B.'s
Fred Wesley and the J.B.'s
Sampling-Künstler:in
Imani
Imani
Stimme und Gesang
Lou Donaldson
Lou Donaldson
Sampling-Künstler:in
Slimkid3
Slimkid3
Stimme und Gesang
The Emotions
The Emotions
Sampling-Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Emandu Wilcox
Emandu Wilcox
Songwriter:in
Derrick Stewart
Derrick Stewart
Songwriter:in
John Martinez
John Martinez
Songwriter:in
David Porter
David Porter
Songwriter:in
Lou Donaldson
Lou Donaldson
Songwriter:in
T. Hardson
T. Hardson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Al Phillips
Al Phillips
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Doug Boehm
Doug Boehm
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Eric Sarafin
Eric Sarafin
Mischtechniker:in
J-Swift
J-Swift
Produzent:in
James Mansfield
James Mansfield
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Jim Ervin
Jim Ervin
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Joe Primeau
Joe Primeau
Mischtechniker:in
The Pharcyde
The Pharcyde
Co-Produzent:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Uh, do you take Rhymealinda?
(Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?)
To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?
Uh, uh, I-I do, I do, no, I don't
[Verse 2]
Ah, roomie, zoom, zim, I'm off to be wed
To Rhymealinda I remember, um, when we first met
In '82 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 Rhymea's true
I can't wait to say I do, and, oh, yeah, honey, there's no due
I got my chariot, rollin', now I'm mic controllin'
Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in
We're rollin' all strikes, we're havin' little tykes
One is little Mike the other's 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 upright
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
[Verse 3]
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
You don't stop
Don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop, you don't stop
And you don't stop
[Verse 4]
Well, it's done she tagged me, duck, duck, goose
I'm batter up, I can't sleep, the fly brother 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
Droppin' so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth
Shut, I met a slut she, put me in the rut, G
With the dip that was down with me from the home front
Now, front me never too cool, however
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 gettin' 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
[Verse 5]
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
And you don't stop, and you don't stop
[Verse 6]
Well, this is the final chapters of me
So I'm going to rack up
In tune, in tune, in tune, a button
A button, a button
Oh, come on, honey
Would you come along with me down the lane?
And I will pick your brain
I won't be good like you think I will
I'll take a hammer and start to drill
Your skull, and then I'll really start
Picking, your brain cells, I will be lickin'
You taste so intelligent
Ah, yes, yes, yes, you trusted me
Now I busted thee, top of your skull
You thought today was going to be dull?
Well, it was very exciting
I took your fingers then I started biting
And then I scraped the meat off, the bone, of your leg
You tried to make me beg
But I had to insist, I had to insist
I went up your pussy with my fist
Okay, I think we've gone a little bit overboard
Don't stop it yet
Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?)
Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?)
Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?)
Like this (Like what? Like what? Like what?)
[Verse 7]
Yo, I'm Audi, G
No doubts manufactured
No, uh, copies, we can't, uh, do the copies
No copies, okay
Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?
That's what it is, huh?
Is that what you want? What you talkin' about here?
What you talkin' about, ****?
What you know about the problems in L.A.?
I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems
With 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 can't, duh, the community
Grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall
From the tree if you don't water the grass
So, ****, get off your rusty black ass-ah
Like this, na-na-na-na-na, 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, Fat, Fat
Uh, okay, um, okay, uh, keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going
Ay, Romye, Romye, come here, come here, come here, come here, come here
Come here, come here, come here for a second
Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani, I think you should, oh, duh
Written by: David Porter, Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, John Martinez, Lou Donaldson, Trevant Hardson
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