The Pharcyde — Trust Remix

[Intro: Bootie Brown] Yeah, yeah, yeah Where ya at? (where ya at?), huh, where ya at? (where ya at?) They keep askin', where you- where ya been? (where ya been?) Heh... For 2000, and beyond, Pharcyde Yeah... YEAH! [Verse 1: Imani] What's the gripe, clown? Turn that hype down You had your chance but wasn't able to advance Now you're stuck in a trance, all caught up in our rhythmic avalanches Biting our sound like sandwiches, you fucked up your chances Due to certain circumstances that you could've controlled But had no real substance so under pressure you fold Freak the peak of this slick, sleek ghetto chic, over fresh beats Overexposin' foes and cheats with verbal traction like cleats Tryna collect skeets, huh Yup, they tryna get mine but I walk that fine line 'Cause fools carry heat like sunshine Damn, Pharcyde's poppin', they hippin' and they hoppin' And it ain't no stoppin', repeated shots to they noggin' Bangin' until they jaws is droppin' [Hook] When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] Around, it's like a hot day to burn it up With another hot plate, got your neighbors irate Volume way past 8, keep me boomin' in your system From your residence to your auto, niggas envious Green like an avocado, no beef, only equals cattle Por favor, give you what you want and more Got you huntin' at the record store, first letters PH' as in phosphorous Learn to enrich my mind, while workin' on being prosperous A fool with money, is, quick to part Some things start off sweet and, end up tart I speak in the funk, like a, [? 2:01] When you wasn't expectin', the crew and I connected Keep it collectin', from, first to last Is it banging? is the question never asked... [Hook] When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush [Verse 3: Slimkid3] Impressed with the wrong impression About this rap shit, it's more, than my profession It's heartfelt, this life dealt a deadly hand Life's lessons, hard times made a deadly man Out of the soft, stressin', I fall down to my knees And count up all my blessings, push my wants aside for a minute 'Cause greed had me testin', my own fate My own self-worth and how it goes to waste All these things that I'm supposed to face It gets scary on my planet sometimes My intuition, in the back of my mind, tells me, right from wrong Givin' me strength, to write this song, (yeah), I might not be here long So I take it serious and stop chasin' a dream 'Cause it made me delirious, all cats are curious Enterin' wrong... [Hook] When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We adjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush When it seems, there's no one to trust You can always count on Pharcyde to bust We readjust, combust from dawn to dusk Leave fly girlies with a crush, wack emcees on hush