Earache My Eye

I said, "I smoke every now and then" But when I really need one, I gotta have one Just dyin', great tricks (Yeah, so?) To the 6-9, that was a double deuce (You said someone about someone about, "It's on") See? That's all (What does this thing do? Oh there it goes) Where you goin'? (I'm right here, what are you doing?) I'll do black and white trip? (Uh-huh) Oh, gotta get 'em X skin on the black and white (yeah) You know what it is? (Of course) It's like an in-between thing (Oh, I didn't know about this) I'm not black, I'm not white (where, where's, where's the switch?) I'm kind, you know (Where's the switch?) Where's what switch? (Where's the black and white switch?) Oh you gotta get it fixed up? Right over here (You see, this is dust, everything here is dust) (Danny, what up? Is that your lover?) Yeah (Really?) I love BBQ's (So now that) The only reason I barbecue on 'em on Wednesdays Is because he fuckin', fuckin' falls in the grill Little beaner Hehe (Oh, what was that?) Little fuckin' tooth Carlos did it no, hehe (Carlos?) Hey now, you can do it on command? You know as, know 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, can you believe that? I said, "We had that barbecue," and he goes "Oh, you wanna go to Taco?" Da-nuh-nuh, da-nuh-nuh, dah-dah-dahn Órale Where he at? My mama talk-a to me, tried to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve My daddy, he disowned me 'cause I wear my sister's clothes He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose My basketball coach, he done kick me off the team For wearin' high heels sneakers, 'cause I'm actin' 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) Getcha boogie on Go, head The Earth is comin' to an end, and I don't give a damn As long as I have my bitch, oh I'ma fuck you It don't bother me if people think I'm funny 'Cause I'm a big rockstar, and I make lots of money Money, money, money, money (are you talkin' pesos?) Money, ka-ching Ka-ching Lots of money Lots of money Lots of money (I'm so bloody rich) Lots of money Lots of motherfuckin' money I get lots I own shopping centers and parking lots And stocks, and all that shit I own you, ha You too You three For me Hee-hee Ho-ho 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, ah 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 a crackhouse And I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters The bomb is a fuckin' in house Loco Give me some