Paranoia - Nice & Smooth

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

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

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

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