Earache My Eye
I said, "I smoke... ever now and then"
But when I really need one I gotta have one
Just dying, great tricks
Yeah, so?
So to the 6.9 that was a double deuce
You said something about, "It's on"
You see? That's all
What does this thing do? Oh there it goes
Where are you going?
I'm right here
What are you doing?
I'll do black and white trip
Aha
Yo gotta get 'em X skin on the black and white
Yeah, of course
See what it is? It's like an in between thing
I didn't know
Where, where is, where is the switch?
Like, I'm not black, I'm not white
I'm kind, you know
Where is the switch?
Where is what switch?
The black and white switch.
Oh you gotta get it fixed up?
Right over here
You see, this is dust, every, over here is dust
Danny
What up?
Is that your love?
Yeah
Really?
I love B & B que's
So...
So the only reason I barbeque on 'em on Wednesday's
Because he fuckin' fuckin' falls in the grill
Look here
What was that?
Little fuckin' tooth
Carlos did it!
Carlos?
Hey now, you can do it on command?
You know as well as you do you can come whenever you want
Tacos
I'm the one who gave taco his name
You know that?
I said, you believe that, I said
"We had that barbeque"
And he goes
"Oh, you wanna go to taco?"
Dun nun nun, dun nun nun, dun dun dun!
Orale!
My mama's talkin' to me
Tryin' to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy he disowned cause I wear my sister clothes
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach
He done kick me off the team
For wearing high heel sneakers and acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Get your boogie on
Go head
The world is coming to an end and I don't give a damn
As long as I have my bitch
Oh and my flight gear
It don't bother me
If people think I'm funny
'Cause I'm a big rock star
And I'm makin' lots of money!
Money! Money! Money! Money!
You talk alot of pesos
Money, ka-ching! Ka-ching!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Lots of money
Lots of money
Lots of money
I'm so bloody rich!
Lots of money
Lots of mothafuckin' money
I get rich
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I own shopping centers, and parking lots
And stocks, and all that shit!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
I own you! Ha! You too! You three!
For me, hee hee, hoe hoe
Get your groove on
Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums
Gettin' even slower
More groovin'
Slow that shit down crazy slow
Come on
Death
Right here
Slow
Don't give a fuck, break it out
You even know Boy George is on heroin
We don't give a fuck
Rick James is in the crack house
I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters
The firm is a in the house!
Loco! Ooooh ahhh oooo!
Give me some!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Autor(es): RICHARD MARIN, GAYE JAMES JOSEPH DELORME, THOMAS CHONG