(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 (Peachfuzz) peachfuzz (Peachfuzz) peachfuzz (Peachfuzz, peachfuzz, peachfuzz)