Marvin Gaye (2001)

V:  |E9  |A7  |D9  |G7   |                              
Chorus Walk Up: G-G#-A-B

B:  |E9  |A7--D9 D#9| 

(V)
People looking at me funny everytime I’m getting wicked

‘Cause I don’t dress like a wigger ya’ll figure I can’t kicked

But I’m the one you never forget

BASS! How high can I get

Yo, I’m rockin’ like Spock into outer space

A gloc a don’t got one but I got shotgun with no chase

Now I slide and slip with the rhymes I rip

Shit up I got the kunfu grip kid

So Danny D where the fuck we at

We used to sell pot, got skanks made bank and lived phat

So what’s up to all my homies and my hicks

Big treats got the beats and Stick’s got the tricks

One little two little three little Indians

Four little five little six Puerto Ricans

Seven little eight little nine shady brothers

A white boy in the Bronx

Sometimes I feel like I can sing like Marvin Gaye

Sometimes I feel I could get down 
just like James Brown (CWU)

Sometimes I can not find the right words to say

Sometimes I feel like I can sing like Marvin Gaye

 (V)

Jack

Kerouac, Flashback, rock the half-stack

Goddamn, it’s a brandnew pay back

Back with the groove so smooth that I move in bulk

I’m unforgettable like the Incredible Hulk

I got a jelly roll belly, yeah, I’m getting kind of phat,

But I’m still swingin’ shit like a baseball bat

Right on, and I’m gone with astonishing speed

All I need is a bong and a bag of weed

Rolled up bills and crushed up pills

Adirol, Serzone, Xanyx, cheap thrills

Ritalin, Vicodin, Heroin, Acid

Got plastered some many times my mind’s blasted

But here I go again snorting blow again

Somebody got me all fucked up after the show again

I sit and wonder how my body can take this

I drop more shit than a one armed waitress

(chorus)