The Pharcyde — 4 Better or 4 Worse DJ Nu-Mark Remix

[Intro] Uhh, do you take Rhymealinda Do you love me Tre? To be your lawfully wedded wife? Do you really love me? Uh, ah, uh, ah, uh, ah Give it to me Uh, ah, uh (I do), uh, uh (I do), ah (No, c'mon, I do) Uh, uh, uh, what? [Verse 1: Slimkid3] Ah roomie zoom-zim, I'm off to be wed To Rhymealinda, I remember umm, when we first met In '82, back in school, used to play up all the fools Sometimes you'd be my number five Sometimes you'd be my 22 But umm, screw the dumbshit, 'cause little Rhymea's true I can't wait to say "I do", and oh yeah, honey thеre's no due I got my chariot rollin', now I'm mic controlling Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put somе 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 (What?), or maybe stroll 'em on their little bikes When they're born (Yeah), I've sworn, to bring 'em up right You know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em (Beats) 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 [Chorus] And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (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) And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (And you don't stop, you don't stop) And you don’t stop, 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) And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (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) And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (And you don't stop) [Verse 2: Imani] 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 .45 Mag (A Mag) Straight up tennis shoes, in my pants there's a sag Droppin' so much grammar, gotta slam it down my mouth Shit, I met a slut she put me in a wedgie With the dip that was down, with me from the whole front Now, front me? Never too cool how-ever I gotta get the bread (Bread), gotta get the butter (Butter) Fix it up, eat it 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, [?] my tongue I hold before I curse If you really want me bitch, take me for better or for worse [Chorus] And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (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) And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (And you don't stop, you don't stop) And you don’t stop, 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) And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (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) And you don’t stop, and you don’t stop (And you don't stop) [Verse 3: Fatlip] Well this is the final chapters “Hellooo?” Of me, so we're going to rack up “Who is this?" In tune, in tune, in tune, a button "Why are you calling my house, who is this?" A button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey "What?" Would you come along with me down the lane "Mike, is that you?" And I will pick your brain "Oh my God. Who is this?" I won't be good like you think I will "I'll fucking call the cops, don't call my house" I'll take a hammer and start to drill "Oh my God, what is this?" Your skull, and then I'll really start pickin' Your brain cells "What?", I will be lickin' "I'm gonna call the cops, okay?” Mmm-mmm! *slurp* "Quit fucking around" You taste so intelligent, ahh "Hello, who is this?" Yes, yes, yes, you trusted me, now "Help me, who is this? What are you doing? Why are you calling me?" I busted the, top of your skull You thought the day was going to be dull? Aah! A little very exciting "Who are you?! Why are you calling my house?" I took your fingers then I started biting And then I scraped the meat "Stop calling here!" Off the bone of your leg "Don't call here anymore" Aah! Ahh, you tried to make me beg But I had to insist, I had to insist, I- "Oh my God" Went up your pussy with my fist Aah! "Fuck you don't call my house!" Okay, I think we've gone a little bit overboard, don't stop it yet [Interlude: Fatlip] Like this (Like what?) Like this (Like what?)