Swap 'Em Out - Nacho Picasso

I woke up, I was feeling like Babe Ruth

Babes in the bed, empty bottles of Grey Goose

The weed from the dread and the yada from Jesus

GOD MC in the booth, I’m like, «Hey, Zeus!»

Cherry chariot, hood-schooled with the beige roof

Niggas try to cherish it, get cuffed when I Flav through

Down on her knees and she tells me it’s a great view

Hums on a G, like a motherfucking H-2

After that she runs from me, yelling out: «I hate you!»

Then she apologize, baby, I don’t blame you

I know you’re bi-polar, maybe I’m the same too

We’re the same two, baby, I’m insane too

Dreaming of a nova ‘72, painted rain blue

Nirvana, my Chevy’s got they brains blew

Money might change you, but none’ll make you change too

I’m still the shit, somebody must have changed you

And my bitches I swap ‘em out

They act like they walkin' out, I help ‘em then I lock ‘em out

I got cottonmouth, so I ain’t trying to talk it out

If I was a teen heartthrob, then they’d be dropping out

Black Tyler Durden, swervin' off bourbon

Mama’s little burden, won’t let you get a word in

Bitches they get lured in and kicked to the curb

Kittens get kicked when I tell them its curtains

Palace in Persia, whole floor full of virgins

I should get a chain, that says: «Do Not Disturb»

I’m prolly getting brain inn a blacked-out Suburban

Superb, in an all-black suburb, with her hand full of Jergens

SB Nikes, that’s right, Pee-Wee Herman’s

Bald Pee-Wee Kirkland As high as Sam Perkins

Wrap like turbans No words of encouragement

Let them fuckers burn, hope they learn I encourage it

I really need a line and my mouth some detergent

I hope your snap-back gets smacked by some bird shit

We ain’t worth shit, but we stuntin' like we perfect

(Chuckles)

Nacho