[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