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Spakced Out II

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[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]

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