Corrección Letra Soul Flower (Remix) (Acapella) par Fatlip

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Dude, just tell 'em about the new group from California
Ah dude, yeah, man, it's this dude named Romye, man, he's like hot, dude, he's like
Dude, that dude is, that dude is cool, man. That dude can bust the cool rhymes, man
Yeah, he has like the cool rhymes, man. Kick that, yo
Alright, what we doin' right now?

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People hear and wonder and they wanna know how and why
But let me first introduce myself, I'm tagging name Romyе
I'm 22 years of age, I ran across some bullsh*t
Pеople promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quits, it's back to water and grits
They got another boy who can rhyme and do the fly flips
And that's I, hi, I better get by because my ally
About to flip that crazy sh*t while I go look for some thai

I need some zig-zags, zig-zags
I need some zig-zags
How I need those zig-zags
I need some zig-zags, zig-zags
How I love to get high
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Oh, what the heck
N***as just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In '92 we take cash, '93 we take loot
'Cause the vinyl is delicious, I'm the n***a who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie, he's giving our wishes
One, I wanna just jam with your band
(Two, two, two, two, two) You gotta play it all across the land
(Three, three, three, three, three) The plan is grab the ducats
And say "f**k it" to the critics, hey now
I was walking down the street bailin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
N***a tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the a** on the downstroke
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
What?
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke (Yep)
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke
Shot him in the a** on the downstroke

Souped on the beat like a bowl of chicken noodles
I love Spanish dishes, but no, I'm not Menudo
I can dig Kung Fu, I flip hoes like Judo
Never date a chick who has a mom named Bruno
Or Edna bonedna, bananafanafuno
Yet you know Shafino, met her in a trio
Souped up my gla** jet, flew her a** to Rio
I'm somewhat Creole, don't like the Man of Steel
I'm not your carbon copy but your first draft jalopy for real
I used to deal but the fuzz popped me
I had the hydro but they repo'd my crop and steel
I chills like scotch on the rocks
'Cause I just gets paid for them hardcore props
You know?
How long can you freak the funk?
How long can you freak the funk?
I separate the good stuff from the junk
How long can you freak the funk? Yeah
Freak the funk (Alright)
Freak the funk
Freak the funk
Freak the funk (Yo homie, freak the funk)
Freak the funk (You know it's time to change)
Freak the funk
(Once again it's the—)
I want the farmer man
(Farmer man)
I want the farmer man
(You want the farmer man?)
Yeah, I want the farmer man
(You don't want no farmer man)
Give me the farmer man
(Once again it's the farmer man)

I go from Skip Scott to hip-hop to be-bop to P-Funk
Cutting enough bullsh*t to turn a tree into a tree trunk
'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to the Atlantic
I dig dips who've got the hips that are gigantic
'Cause I'm frantic, take you in a frenzy
Takin' you out is easier than pullin' a pull-out out of a Benzie
Box when I rocks the orthodox styles to make you squirm
Yes, I come from Cali, no, I do not have a perm
I stand firm on the mic device when I gets nice
Don't roll the dice if you can't pay the price
I got more flavor than 7-11 Slurpees
If Magic can admit he got AIDS, f**k it, I got herpes

Damn!
Ooh, ooh, ah
N.S
Oh, oh, oh, N.S., N.S
Sounds like N.S. to me
Let me spray you
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Eep opp oop ah ah, Eep opp oop ah ah
N.S., oh, that's National Security but it's Numb Skull

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