Trust The Pharcyde

[Intro: Imani]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Where ya at? (Where ya at?) Where ya at? (Where ya at?)
They keep asking (What?) where ya— where ya been (Where ya been?)
We been preparing for two thousand and beyond, Pharcyde
Yeah, 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 lick, sleek ghetto chic over fresh beats
Overexposed in bones and cheeks with verbal traction like cleats
Tryna collect skeets, huh
Yup, they trying to get mine, but I walk that fine line
'Cause fools carry heat like Sun
Damn! Pharcyde's popping, they hipping and they hopping
And it ain't no stopping, repeated shots to they noggin'
Banging until they jaws is dropping, again

[Chorus]
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 MCs 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 MCs on hush