Album Cover The Rubbers Song

The Rubbers Song

The Pharcyde

3

Roll me up/AIDS is wack

(repeat 16X)

You better stop!

[Slim Kid Tre]

It takes at least one woman true said

Though which rain doesn't calculate the fate

Sliding through the secret garden, I beg the pardons

Regarding the odds with my snake, he's such a slut

And every will of God it gets marked as a winner

Diggin in the hoes and the soap like a tenor sax

and baby got backs

Spread the fenders no one hinders yo I can't hold it back

in the darkness, many play like they won't get caught and

Every day we be up there stalkin

Pay attention when you're harkin embarkin

Territories never throws until we see the dolphin

caught in the tuna net, cause you will get

A birds eye triple high noose to the neck

Yo, who's read to go?

When Slim brings Grim to the show?

You better stop!

And think about it

(repeat 4X)

You better stop!

[Imani]

The beauty of the booty got me in a trance

In my pants I be squirmin, like Pee Wee Herman

From a single table dance but she knows I beez

No Pee Weed, cause I beez

Kingin like Kong cause my ding-a-ling's long

With my ding dong I make crotches sing songs

Make the guts say praise I'll pays for the duty

The day I go sliding, bare in a room

in a butt hot greasy slot

Without my unraveling what knots

What I gots is a plan and a plot

Already got the crotch, hoppin like scotch

Ready hot and willin but I know the penicillin ain't killin

this Public Enemy, so it's gonna be

Doomsday for the gift I flip

Gotta get a grip, crip, blood be trippin when I'm whippin

asses like cream, I know what you mean

I try to comp