[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*nis 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, 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
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[Verse 2: Chuck Nasty]
40 ounce of that Mickey's (WOO), That's my dog like Pluto
Them bad b*tches 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 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 wassup!?". n*ggas ain't gon' show us up!
[Bridge]
[Outro]