Earache My Eye

Lyrics

[Interlude] 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?" [Intro: Cheech Marin, Fieldy] Da-nuh-nuh, da-nuh-nuh, dah-dah-dah Órale Where he at? [Verse 1: Cheech Marin] 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 [Verse 2: Cheech Marin] 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 [Interlude: Cheech Marin] Get your boogie on Go, Head [Verse 3: Cheech Marin] 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?) [Bridge: Cheech Marin] 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 [Outro: Cheech Marin] 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!