Swap 'Em Out

[Verse #1: Nacho Picasso] I woke up, I was feeling like Babe Ruth Babes in the bed, empty bottles of Grey Goose The weed from the dread and the yada from Jesus GOD MC in the booth, I’m like, “Hey, Zeus!” Cherry chariot, hood-schooled with the beige roof Niggas try to cherish it, get cuffed when I Flav through Down on her knees and she tells me it’s a great view Hums on a G, like a motherfucking H-2 After that she runs from me, yelling out: “I hate you!” Then she apologize, baby, I don’t blame you I know you’re bi-polar, maybe I’m the same too We’re the same two, baby, I’m insane too Dreaming of a nova ‘72, painted rain blue Nirvana, my Chevy’s got they brains blew Money might change you, but none’ll make you change too I’m still the shit, somebody must have changed you [Hook] And my bitches I swap ‘em out They act like they walkin’ out, I help ‘em then I lock ‘em out I got cottonmouth, so I ain’t trying to talk it out If I was a teen heartthrob, then they’d be dropping out [Verse #2: Nacho Picasso] Black Tyler Durden, swervin’ off bourbon Mama’s little burden, won’t let you get a word in Bitches they get lured in and kicked to the curb Kittens get kicked when I tell them its curtains Palace in Persia, whole floor full of virgins I should get a chain, that says: “Do Not Disturb” I’m prolly getting brain inn a blacked-out Suburban Superb, in an all-black suburb, with her hand full of Jergens SB Nikes, that’s right, Pee-Wee Herman’s Bald Pee-Wee Kirkland As high as Sam Perkins Wrap like turbans No words of encouragement Let them fuckers burn, hope they learn I encourage it I really need a line and my mouth some detergent I hope your snap-back gets smacked by some bird shit We ain’t worth shit, but we stuntin' like we perfect (Chuckles) Nacho [Hook]