Lyrics Language: Scots Song writer/composer(s): John J Iii Barnes, T Hardson, R Robinson
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The PharcydeOtha Fish Lyrics:
Yeah, bam, bam, bam, heyya, whassup, yeah
We was like that you know
Yeah, and I bet you got layed back
Yeah, I'ma uh, I'm a just sit in here for a couple of hours
Man, don't sweat it, yo, we gonna catch some stuff, dude
Oh no, I'm kinda tired
Nah, we got a basket, we're gonna fill
this basket before we go, yo
Aight, bro
Cause there are otha fish...
[Slim Kid Tre]
It took a second to register up in my branium
My dome, my head, my skull, my cranium
My eyes have had enough, it was time to do some talkin
I had to creep through the hound-dogs that were stalkin
This slimmy caught me peepin, this means she wasn't sleepin
on who I was, so she crept in like a hawk
In a minute's time, we adjourned to the floor
Ooh! I hit a high note cause of the way that she was walkin
We got into the groove, I didn't bust no, uh, hip-hop moves
I just kept it nice and smooth
Next thing you know, we got together,
word, I thought we'd be forever
Didn't have an um-ber-ella, now I'm soaked in stormy weather
whether two birds of a feather fly or fall it'll be together
Never sympin, and leave your love life limp
There'll be no suicide attempts for this slim-trim kid
Cuz you know there's otha fish in the sea, that is, in the sea
In the sea that is
[Chorus 3X]
(In the sea) You know there's otha fish in the sea that is
I reminisce, try to clear up all the myths
for an imaginary kiss with you again
Not even friends, though I wish that I could mend
like a tailor and be Olive Oyl's number one sailor
I ams what I am, still I falls like an anvil
She's heavy on the mind sometimes it's more than I can handle
But men aren't supposed to tumble into the den B
Macho, but I hancho like Pancho will give in
Family oriented, but not Oriental
A dame is supposed to claim ya even if you drive a Pinto
A hero is a sandwich, and a Manwich is a meal
A marriage is a paper, are they fakin or for real?
What's the deal dabbers? Will you go tumbling after
your man and take a stand or will you help him roll faster?
The reason why I ask you is because I'm sick of this
Bitch lickin drip drip from a niggaz benefits
He doesn't even suit ya and he's surely not ya size
I'm surprised that you slept on a heart that's worldwide
And when ya open up ya eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish
that ya don't bruise a limb, as ya swim with otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is
[Chorus 3X]
Now, if there ain't no mountain high enough
Why ain't you climbin up?
My hand has been extended every since the day I lent it to ya
I thought I knew ya, but I didn't even know ya
Bro, you're stupid, cause ya thought you'd catch a Cupid
and you found that love ain't two wiffs of shit
So I resign or quit
It ain't even about the hips, or the lips or the tits or
Even the pussywhip, Elizabeth, this is it
Because I slipped and I tripped into a shoe that didn't fit
And now the next man is stealing my heart away
I'd charge him like a bull, but his pull never fades me
The kid is going crazy, they steppin with my lady
They workin on a baby, I'm pushin up the daisies, but
hey diddle diddle, I won't play second fiddle
To no man and stand firm on this
And seal up on the bliss with a big juicy kiss
Just call me Big Gibraltor miss
No, I won't diss, I'm just like on to otha fish in the sea
In the sea that is
[Chorus 3X]
You know there's otha, you know that there's otha [chorus repeats 20X]
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