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Y? (Be Like That) (explicit Jay Dee Remix) - The Pharcyde/J Dilla
Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

I wasn't sleepin
I was creepin slidin' hidin'
I would love the girl behind me
Roll up a fat  tyme
Thinkin' mentally sinkin
Precousicly brinkin
Two decades n a half
Waitin' for the path of mine to follow
The world is hollow
Yet it's full of
Crap prepared to gamble
I give you half of gizm tencil
What's the come up
Cried a ton of beers
Drunk a ton of beers
That's fun at first
But learned in person
Fear throughout the years
Kept my ears open eyes scoping my block
Don't rock the boat if you can't swim
Nobody may be there with the lim to lend
This is the end
Still I can't explain the fact
Why the f**k sh*t gotta be like that

Know what I said
Hear me clearin' over
So so weaved n dreaded
That they need to be bi-headed
Why I'm readily
Steadily stimulatin and utilatin
All sloppily copied imitations
Cause they irritatin'
So i'm-a intimitade them
And them are for the snare
With the syfliest stare
Bringin em turbulant terror
N they know this cause they can feel it
He knew it was mines
Still the sucker tried to steal it
So I had to reveal it
Through provin' their eye
Am I startin' chinin fly
N by just blinkin' my eye
In a flash I flush out the face
Layin' low-key
Trained eyes locate to
Focus on the phony
Mister sometime-homey
Why he act like that
I thought he had my back
I thought he had our backs
But it was him
That I should've never trusted
And not atleast till he got his attitude adjusted

I'm out busted for acting all dusted
But bust this
Now when i'm out
I see n store out the whole scene
For all types sneakes that scheme
They come into my face
I send them tightmen home
When they're sufferin'
From the double-agent syndrome

Gonna be like that

Sometimes this world
Means everything to me
The inside is lovely to these eyes I see
N sometimes in my mind all I wanna do is cry
Hollie off seven of them drops from my eye
Those drain out my skin
Cause i'm pissed from within
I see a situation now n all I do is grin
People think i'm high
But I'm mentally travelling
Agin' is your times

Cause life's a ravelling
While i'm stravelling moors
Up this f**kin mike
I hate to be a pilot
Crashin' in a flight

People need to know about
This thing called life
Cause if you see the light then life's allright

I jumps inside the jeep
As I embark on my darkness

Bopped in my freestyle tapes n
Started reminscing about my
Little homie who was raised in
Wyoming wanted to be famous
So he came to Californey on the microphony
He was superbad n whatnot
But he was the kinda fella
To follow paths that was hot
He became too fascinated
With that gang related flavour
That he modificated rearranged his behaviour
He hooked up
Quick with the influential slang
Gangsta-strow cornrolls the whole shabbang
Braggin' n boastin poststandin' n
Braggin how we 'posed to be
Hangin' with baby gees I was baggin
Like why you tryin' hooride up on the bandwagon

Hopin' they'd hit him in the head
But he steady saggin like he a hog
Creepin' through the smog
Smokin' on some indo sippin' on a cup of O-Dog

Like most
Who come to this West Coast society
Tryin' to be
Because they think it's fly to be a menace
So what a relic way to end this
Got rolled up when he was strolling
On a Sundae upper

Some niggas never listen
They gotta learn their lesson
The hard way i'm guessin' yessin'
BD as I hit the B n make a right on Wesson
Pops in my head beperpiou question

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why
Can you tell me why

Can you tell me why