"Earache My Eye" lyrics

I said, "I smoke every now and then"
But, when I really need one, I gotta have one
Just dyin', trade tricks
Yeah, so?
To the six-nine, that was a double deuce
You said somethin' about somthin'
See, that's all
What does this thing do? Oh, there it goes
Where you goin'?
I'm right here
What you doin'?
Oh, the black and white trip?
Uh-huh
Oh, gotta get a Mexican on the black and white (Yeah)
Is that what it is? (Of course)
It's like an in-between thing, like (Oh, I didn't know about this)
I'm not black, I'm not white (Where's, where's the switch?)
I'm kind, ya know (Where's the switch?)
Where is what switch?
This, the black and white switch
Oh, you gotta get fixed up? Right over here
You see, this is dust, it's over here, it's dust
Danny? What up? Is that your lover?
Yeah
Really?
I love bean burritos (So, now that—)
The reason I don't barbecue 'em on Wednesdays is 'cause he fuckin'
Fuckin' falls through the grill!
Little beaner, hehe
Oh, what was that?
Little' fuckin' toot
Carlos did it no, hehehe
Carlos?
Hey, now, he can do it on command
You know as, know as well as you do, you can call him whatever you want (Tacos)
I'm the one who gave Taco his name, you know that?
I said, can you believe that? I said
"We had that barbecue," and he goes, "Oh, you wanna go to Taco?"

Da-nuh-nuh, da-nuh-nuh, dah-dah-dah
Órale
Where he at?

My mama talk-a to me, tried to tell me how to live
But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me, 'cause I wear my sister's clothes
He caught me in the bathroom with a pair of pantyhose

My basketball coach, he done kicked me off the team
For wearin' high heel sneakers, thinks I'm actin' like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree, gonna tie my pecker to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree

Get your boogie on
Go, Head

The earth is comin' to an end and I don't give a damn
As long as I have my bitch, oh, I'ma fuck you
It don't bother me if people think I'm funny
'Cause I'm a big rock star, and I make lots of money, money, money, money, money (Are you talkin' pesos?)

Money, ka-ching
Ka-ching
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Lots of money, lots of money
Lots of money (I'm so bloody rich)
Lots of money, lots of motherfuckin' money
I get rich

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I own shopping centers
And parking lots, and stocks, and all that shit!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I own you, ha! You, too!
You three! For me!
Hee-hee! Oh-oh!
Get your groove on! Let's bring down one more time, Jonathan
Jonathan on them drums gettin' even slower
More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow
Come on, death, right here, slow, ah
Don't give a fuck, break it out
Did you know Boy George is on heroin?
We don't give a fuck
Rick James is in a crackhouse
And I'm fuckin' payin', that's all that matters! Aha-ha-ha-ha!
The bomb in the fuckin'— in the house!
Loco
Oh-aah-oh
Give me some, ah
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha!