Spakced Out II

[Verse 1: Chuck Nasty] I hang around with Libras, dealers, geezers, and divas Who put VA in sativa, smoking reefer in their leisure I don't follow that procedure cause my 40 ounce is cheaper Crack that seal like eggs at Easter, reach my limit or reach the reaper Bitch my shoulder's cole like Keisha, anesthesia through your speakers Nasty like milk of magnesia when I spit that emphysema Mr. Honda, Benz, or Beamer's mixing Jose with tequila Branching off like amoebas while you courting hoes like subpoenas And these hoes stick to my penis like clothes stick to the cleaners Looking fly in the trap like Venus tryna be a millionaire like Regis Because Calvin Klein's my seamster, these hoes giggle like Bevis Man I'm PME Gray prestigious; Bitch, we armed like General Grievous But [Bridge] This is for my niggas getting high on the regular Niggas out their nebula with bitches on their cellular This is for my bitches who just smoke their place out 5 in the morning eating take-out, Spaced out! [Hook] Spaced out X4 [Verse 2: C-Dub Money] My vision's blurred; my speech is slurred; I'm tore off evidently I swear Kent just rolled up to scoop me up in Barbie's Bentley Now asking if I'm tipsy means I've been bucking drinks that's sugary? Hell naw; I'm the Matrix minus the red and blue pill That is 5 cups of liquor mixed with a shell of Kill Bill It went from looking like the nature channel for real Feeling like I'm in the Death Note or chilling with Chester the Cheetah; I don't think they swive how high I am either On vaporizer bags of that Darth Vader killer ether I be floating 'round on that solar system reefer Which means, I am higher than the moon and the stars This is "Spakced Out II" so play this in your spaceship cars I stay so high that I can fly between Venus and Mars On that "heyyyyyy" like Mimsy on that Quervo That liquor with that reefer have your girl on turbo Hell haw I don't be rolling, but I'm geeking like Urkel [Hook] [Verse 2: Chuck Nasty] 40 ounce of that Mickey's (WOO), That's my dog like Pluto Them bad bitches on Nuvo; They Space out and they lose clothes Rolling weed and she don't even smoke potpourri, and you ain't even dope Locally I'm receiving votes for dopest nigga that even spoke Chuck nasty like cheap wine. 4:20? That's cheef time I know a chick that's cuffed up but fucks with me in her free time I beat the jawnt. You spoon. I caught the neck like noose room I'm getting throwed like Jazzy Jeff. I drink beer; she do shrooms Smoking out; Pouring up, got me moving slow as fuck Peter Griffin pimping, sipping shit that's fucking Louis up Catch a readjustment with your woman, and you know it's Chuck Hit em with that: "Yo wassup!?". Niggas ain't gon' show us up! [Bridge] [Outro]