Peachfuzz

Oh, Pete Nice? I'm smoother than him, man, I mean He wears suits and all, you know no disrespect Yeah, right, just a thought Heavy D, yo, the girls they love me They love me, I just know it! Yeah, Positive K? He's dip dip divin'? Yeah right Yeah LL, yo, he might keep the girls jinglin But yo I'm the man I'm the man, as a matter of fact Yo, see, they laughin' at me, man I'm the man! Yo, well anyway By the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin, gots many plus plenty String by string, I think I counts like twenty If you loan me your ear, I'll return it with interest If not, I'll simply twist your wrist So listen up closely, with thoughts to recoup me 'Cause I hope to gross like ten cent per groupie Now, only if I had two G's per strand Ask my anchor banker, he understands I used to wrap my hand around a cold, gold can Someone once said health is wealth, so check self I gots a perfect check-up, 'cept for a hiccup, roll with no stick-up How can I keep the Goya nectars on my shelf? Oh boya, how I searched for an employer But before Z. L. Huckleberry Finn was in Tom Sawyer Now use your imagination, just a smidgeon If I was a bird, I'd be a pigeon Succumb one to crumbs and pizza crust, when every fella can Eat fresh fish and live fat like pelican Then again, that's only if you're capable for freckles or blue eyes I settle for Heckle'n'Jeckle While I chuckle at my man with the cellular phone The only phone I own's a funky xylophone's tone Ain't no joy in annoyin' high-pitched ringin' We do the tap-twist and twitch bringin' Through soul and this cordless thingamajig Sure as Subroc's clippers etch and clip to your wig We'll do the gig so make your mind, thumb twiddlers The pipe, the bowl or us fiddlers, don't riddle us I'll even ride a bus till the coast is clear For okay pay, I say I'm finna Now, all this runnin' 'round's kickin' me right in the rear And still I'm judged by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin And I'm able to hit a skin Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth Yeah, can he get the job done but yo, I take care of business (Peachfuzz) Now, what's up with this peachfuzz nonsense? (Peachfuzz) What are y'all talkin' about, this peachfuzz? (Peachfuzz) Nah, I just got one thing to say (Peachfuzz) Ahh, man By the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin, six black hairs String by string, I think I counts five pairs That's a little, but still, can I get a thumbs up? At least for the peachfuzz that sums up A tidbit, yeah, that's it, but who gives a Sugar Honey Iced Tea besides me For if, I ever riff, yet and still, they be stiff, they wantin' bills So I take time just to kill I say cute is for a bear, teddy bear like Teddy Ruxpin Would I be handsome if I pimped in a tux then Smoked a cigar with some black shinin' shoes then Picked up some friends in my Benz and start cruisin'? Huh, that's a dream that I ain't even livin' in If that makes a man, surely I'll recommend I'll stay a toy boy eatin' Butterfingers With Knowledge of Self, and colorin books on my shelf I wanna grow up, 'cause maybe if I did then I wouldn't be treated like a Toys'R'Us kid when They counts ten upon my chin By the hairs of my peachfuzz, let's say each was an inch Psych, because I can't pull or pinch It's a wrench, and I thought life would be a cinch But anyway, anyhow, let's talk about someway, somehow That I can make my peachfuzz grow out Really? Do I need beard that grows with no pause Just to be respected and resemble Santa Claus? Hear this clear, I'm a man, I tell ya No dreams or drugs like the slugs will I ever sell ya A man I am, in the body of a youth So don't play me like I'm Born Universe Truth Truth So when I knock at your hearts, let me in And judge me not by the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin Yeah, that's what we call, pimpin' presence yo (You got it) Call me tonight, knowhatI'msayin? Yeah, I eat no pork So why can't I be as smooth as my man Dr. York? I see not! Yo. I'm smoother than the bottom of Hammer's shoes After three hundred spins No love here No hair on my chest, but my boy Ak West, I'm just smoother I'm just smoother Yeah right I'm definitely smoother than y'all just saw It's about time! I'm sayin', yo but, I don't want to hear (Peachfuzz) None of this peachfuzz nonsense (Peachfuzz) (Can't understand) Peachfuzz (Peachfuzz) You know (Peachfuzz) (Peachfuzz) He's a little boy (Peachfuzz) (Peachfuzz) (Peachfuzz) (Peachfuzz) (Peachfuzz) (Peachfuzz)