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Sangtekst: Pharcyde, The. Otha Fish.

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Slim Kid Tre:

It took a second to register up in my brainium

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

Cause you know there's otha fish, in the sea, that is



Chorus:

(In the sea, in the sea that is)x4

(You know there's otha fish, in the sea, that is)x4



Slim Kid Tre:

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 am's what I am, still

I fall's like an anvil

She's heavy on the mind sometimes it's more than I can handle

But men aren't supposed to tumble in to the den, be

Macho, but a honcho like Pancho will give in

Family-oriented, but not Oriental

A dame is supposed to claim you 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 tumblin' 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 niggas benefits

He doesn't even suit you and he's surely not your size

I'm surprised that you slept on a heart that's worldwide

And when you open up your eyes, babe, my mate, I really wish

That you don't bruise a limb as you swim with otha fish in the sea



Chorus



Slim Kid Tre:

Now if there ain't no mountain high enough

Why ain't you climbin' up?

My hand has been extended ever since the day I lent it to ya

I thought I knew you but I didn't even know ya

Bro, you're stupid cause you thought you'd catch a Cupid

And you found that love ain't two whiffs of shit

So I resign to quit

It ain't even about the hips, or the lips, or the tits or

Even the pussy-whip

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 charge him like a bull but his pull never fades me

The Kid is goin' crazy

They steppin' with my lady

They're workin' on a baby

I'm pushin' up the daisies

But, hey diddle-diddle, I won't play second fiddle

To no man who'd stand firm on this

And seal up all my bliss

With a big juicy kiss

Just call me Big Gibraltar, miss

No, I won't dis

I'm just like, onto otha fish in the sea



Chorus extended