Trust [Remix] The Pharcyde

[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