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lirik lagu spakced out ii – chuck nasty

[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
b-tch 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 p-n-s 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; b-tch, we armed like general grievous
but

[bridge]
this is for my n-ggas getting high on the regular
n-ggas out their nebula with b-tches on their cellular
this is for my b-tches who just smoke their place out
5 in the morning eating take-out, sp-ced out!

[hook]
sp-ced 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?
h-ll naw; i’m the matrix minus the red and blue pill
that is 5 cups of liquor mixed with a sh-ll of k!ll 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 k!ller 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 sp-ceship 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
h-ll 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 b-tches on nuvo; they sp-ce 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 n-gga that even spoke
chuck nasty like cheap wine. 4:20? that’s cheef time
i know a chick that’s cuffed up but f-cks 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 f-ck
peter griffin pimping, sipping sh-t that’s f-cking louis up
catch a readjustment with your woman, and you know it’s chuck
hit em with that: “yo w-ssup!?”. n-ggas ain’t gon’ show us up!

[bridge]

[outro]

- chuck nasty

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