Paranoia

Lyrics

[Greg Nice] A teeny weeny midget fell in a well I knew way back that my shit would sell Greg Nice, the name ring bells Call me Mr. Clientele You can't play me, because I don't gel At the Taj Mahal I met Orson Welles Schizo I get so blitzo, yo I write my own rap to collect the dough Show after show after show fosho Pass the blunt I'll be good to go Paranoia less Aberdeen I like my wheaties ripe and green Steppin' on the scene with the meanest lean Smooth B, AKA the dean [Smooth B] Laidback, diggin' a scene I'm Smooth B and I'm squeaky clean Keen, you know what I mean? And when I was in high school I was like the dean Had a lot of friends, had a lot of laughs Knew all the students, including the staffs And every morning before I thought Through my lunchbox I would snort Paranoia, bill destroyer Tax your brain and don't need a lawyer P-noid like Sigmund Freud Nice & Smooth you can't avoid paranoia [Greg Nice (Smooth B)] Paranoia, makes me feel schizophrenic Sometimes I'm freaky, sometimes I'm romantic I'll be up dust, in God I trust I puff the Buddha bless so my heart won't bust Head rush, simple and plain From puffin' all that Mary Jane The last car, the 6 train (Yo, G, how's that weed?) Yo, same ol' thang Buddha, sess, and even skunk On my way to Shaolin, I puff a blunt with a monk [Smooth B] I knew a girl named Gloria Gloria, she lives in historia She like to puff cheeba She said she really loved him, but no one believed her Cheeba had a homeboy feely And when they get together, they really get illy They used to rush to her a head so crazily Then she closed her eyes so lazily Stretched out on a couch all void Put on a walkman and listen to Pink Floyd And all of a sudden she'd think, her heart stopped Jumped up and let her walkman drop Runnin' a bath into the cold water faucet Realized she ain't lost it Dang, she's p-noid