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
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 (Peachfuzz) He's a little boy
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