Passin' Me By (Hot Chip Remix) - The Pharcyde

Kids with guns Kids with guns Taking over They won't belong They're mesmerized Skeletons Kids with guns Kids with guns Easy does it, easy does it, they've got something to say "no" to Drinking out (Push it, push it real) Pacifier (Push it, push it real) Demon souls (Push it, push it real) Street desire (Push it, push it real) Doesn't make sense to (Push it, push it real) But it won't be long (Push it, push it real) Kids with guns Kids with guns Easy does it, easy does it, they've got something to say "no" to And they're turning us into monsters Turning us into fire Turning us into monsters It's all desire It's all desire It's all desire Drinking out Pacifier Sinking souls There you are Doesn't make side to But it won't be long Cause kids with guns Kids with guns Easy does it, easy does it, they've got something to say "no" to And they're turning us into monsters Turning us into fire Turning us into monsters It's all desire It's all desire It's all desire Push it real, push it,(its real) is this real? (push it, push it real) Push it real, push it,(its real) is she real? (push it, push it real) Push it real, push it, is this real? (push it, push it real) Push it real, Push it real

We gotta hustle y'all We gotta hustle Lookin' to advance in this world that's monopolized so I utilize Careful not to jeopardize on my chances Some niggas pack 17 to stack their advances I had a couple of homies that went to Kansas and Colorado I never been one to follow I'm a lone desperado on the come up who rather sum up Siskel gets paid to sit down with his thumb up Asshole, watch cash flow Take a downfall when your shit not on the ball Who you gonna call? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle First you see a flash and then you smell smoke Schmooche cat, controllin' the whole scene As my people choke, the hustle I want to be down and all off into it Like Russell Simmons, I like the women's The hers not the him, I pass l's to my bredren In my pocket stacks ends But I always find myself saying, please excuse me sir Place down your bottle I didn't mean to step upon your eypps throttle And get her overheated ready to be treated For the schmooche cat addiction affection To her state and being, I had her seeing triple visions Blue mountain tops and purple valley Wantin' to hang with her eypps in my alley Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get coated up in the evil, this goes out to all my Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it Smokin' doja in the south central streets keep me noid Till I puff bomb ET just to fill the void And recollect the word of a vet once put me down With be about your paper mack and watch The folks you clown with, life's a hustle, have money, have heart My matrimony to this playa shit is death do us part And chasin' papes from the nine six to infin Blazin' endo stems, sippin' yack and straight hen Gettin' twisted out of shape like a pretzel Comin' wit' more cross over appeal That van exel and I hope to God that I don't go to serve no Cavi stressin' to maintain self preservation up in Cali My partners of mine are skyballin' out of control But I ain't feelin' that part of the game so Slow your roll and pump your brakes for goodness sakes I spot the fake the scandalous dulo one-time Popo and the Jakes Would love to ship my ass to foledad or maybe foesome But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem For all the haters is regulated Some do it illegal brothers, just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil, this goes out to all my Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it You see back in the days crime pays But now rhyme pays, so I had to hustle in many ways Now let me break this down I used to pack pipes like Wesley Snipes And new jackin' like Nini Brown, puttin' suckas in fear Lettin' ya know big boy is the nigga in charge over here I'm buying new shoes and new clothes Give me one of them, two of these, aw fuck it Nigga give me three of those My homie Shaun Juan used to give me 5 for 1 Back in the days that's how my hustlin' shit was done Then that game went astray fools droppin' dime Catchin' time and brothas gettin' blown away So suavecito my negrito put me with the pharcyde Tours and pours of Hennessy by the barside Makin' papes, makin' tapes, doin' dates All over the world in each and every state Now I'm on the other side of the tracks makin' tracks But still got fat backs and fat stacks Yo, Bootie Brown I guess I'm out Paper chase hustle that's what it be about Some do it illegal brothas just want more than their equal Tryin' not to get caught up in the evil, this goes out to all my Hustling people, just do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it

Yeah-yeah, thank you, thank you (thank you, thank you) Yeah-yeah, thank you, thank you (thank you, thank you) Yeah-yeah (huh no applause, there's no applause) yeah-yeah Whatever (alright give me that beat y'all) get on that You know, uh-huh You know what time is it, you know, uh Yeah, you know (alright now) You know what, you know what is it You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh Let me intertain you and interphase you, with the new sound Sound is the "cyde" and the "PHAR" is the "CYDE" And no matter who you are, you know you can't hide Not from the eyes of the sun, nor the moon nor the stars No matter who you are (dum-dum, dum-dum) da-da-da-da Come in, and commence to the sound of my drummin' (drummin') You need to get up off of that shit And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit (uh) And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit (huh, na-na-na) And stop fighting that feeling, uh Time to go all the way with it Don't just sit there and stare or play with it 'Cause were committed to the seeds of the new breeds The Motha Ship of dreams, where fiendz breast feeds Step thru' reality into reality, (uh) So surreal you feel you never knew reality Until it stood still now you're far from a lie When the truth tantalizes ya eyes, see we already in the skies or outer space Standing here in the face of this earth To the state to the grid of my turf, where my mom gave birth To all that she love be it small to others, but yo its bigger than love They did a cross examination of it But you can't duplicate the state of our relations thru' translations That's not the ticket, breaking codes in hieroglyphics Trying to get down to the specifics (come on) You need to get up off of that shit (ah) And stop fighting that feeling, uh (come on) You need to get up off of that shit (woo, yeah) And stop fighting that feeling, uh You need to get up off of that shit (ah, ah, ah) And stop fighting that feeling, uh (ha) You need to get up off of that shit (come on baby, baby) And stop fighting that feeling, uh (come on baby, baby, come on) Yo! When money talks fools are always checkin', depositing their two cents Foolishly convinced blinded by their ignorance That becomes a hinderance for them to rise When they gonna recognize, time waits for no man? When you gonna stand and Get up off of that Bullshit (say what?) Stop fighting that feeling Yo, yo, now let me change the topic just a bit (a'ight) Talk about the iahp's with the fat ass and tits (what, what) Comin' to the club looking for a star (uh-huh) Ain't got ten dollars for a drink at the bar Scoping around looking for the best dressed (say what, say what)? Smelling for the indo passing up the stress Sniff, sniff yo what does the iahp smell A brotha like Suave with a pocket that's swell Action was thrown, the iahp was blown Next thing you know I had her at my home (uh-huh) All alone object to get paid (paid) Only thing that happened was her ass got laid (laid) Now no ends and her ass was sprung Used a little tongue but believe I'm well hung (uh) It's a lesson well learned for you club hopping hoes (ha, woo) It ain't about the stardom and it ain't about the dough, so Get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh You gotta get on up off of that Bullshit Stop fighting that feeling, uh