Lirik Lagu Drop - The Pharcyde
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Bootie Brown:
Let me freak the funk,obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sellsI jet propel at a rate that complice their mental stateas I invade their masqueradethey couldn't fade with a clipper blade10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut itI let you take a swing, and you buntedfor an easy out, I leave mc's with doubtof exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading,they try to follow but they're shallow and hollowI can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.they have no key, or no clueto the game at all, now they washed uphung out to drystanding looking stpud, wondering why(why man?)it was the fame, that they tried to getnow they walking around talkin about representand keep it real, but I got to appealcause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel
Slim Kid 3:
rock a bye baby,listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravineof all things it's a vain of a shrineall missions impossible are possible, cause I'mheading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'llwipe the sweat from my browand each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud ninefrom homies all the way to chics, no matter how finecotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mindyou hold it in your hands and watch a man start cryingtear after tear in the puppet man's handsevery time you take a stance you do the puppet man's danceand the worlds at a stand-stilldeep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, stillkilling yourself, and dogging ya healthyou ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
Let me freak the funk,obsolete is the punk that talk more junk than Sanford sellsI jet propel at a rate that complice their mental stateas I invade their masqueradethey couldn't fade with a clipper blade10 years in the trade is not enough, you can't cut itI let you take a swing, and you buntedfor an easy out, I leave mc's with doubtof exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding, leading,they try to follow but they're shallow and hollowI can see right through them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.they have no key, or no clueto the game at all, now they washed uphung out to drystanding looking stpud, wondering why(why man?)it was the fame, that they tried to getnow they walking around talkin about representand keep it real, but I got to appealcause they exisitng in a fantasy when holding the steel
Slim Kid 3:
rock a bye baby,listen to my heart pumping to a fine ravineof all things it's a vain of a shrineall missions impossible are possible, cause I'mheading for a new sector 365 days fron now, I'llwipe the sweat from my browand each and every true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud ninefrom homies all the way to chics, no matter how finecotrolling is a swollen way to wreck a proud mindyou hold it in your hands and watch a man start cryingtear after tear in the puppet man's handsevery time you take a stance you do the puppet man's danceand the worlds at a stand-stilldeep in broken mansville, trapped in the moat with an avil, stillkilling yourself, and dogging ya healthyou ain't amphibious, so grab a hold of yourself
