Peachfuzz

(Girls giggling)
Oh, Pete Nice? I'm smoother than him, man
I mean, he wears suits and all, you know, no disrespect, incomprehensible
Yeah, right, just a thought (giggling)
Heavy D? Yo, the girls, they love me!
(Girls crack up)
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! (Girls crack up)
I'm the man! As a matter of fact, yo, see, they laughin' at me, man
I'm the man! Yo, that ain't right, 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 Zev Love X, Huckleberry Finn was in Tom Sawyer

Now, use your imagination, just a smidgeon
If I was a bird, I'd be a pigeon
Succumb to crumbs and pizza crust, when every fella can
Eat fresh fish and live fat like a 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 (girls giggling)
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth!

Yeah, Kane, 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!)
Aww, 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 coloring 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 a 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
Call me tonight, know what I'm sayin'? You got it
Yeah, I eat no pork, so why can't I be as smooth as my man, Dr. York?
(Girls crack up)
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 none of this peachfuzz nonsense

(Peachfuzz)
(Peachfuzz)
(Peachfuzz)
(Peachfuzz) you know, peachfuzz
(Peachfuzz) he's a little boy
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