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Afroman Is Coming To Town lyrics - Afroman

[Afroman laughing]
Hey what's up, Dog Dirty?
Hey, Po' Boy, check this shit out

You better not pout
You better not shout
I'll slap yo' grandmama's dentures out
Afroman is coming to town

Hey I'm slapping her once
I'm slapping her twice
A no teeth blowjob feels real nice (slurp)
Afroman is coming to town

I know that you been smoking
All my tumbleweed
I looked into my dope sack
All I seen was stems and seeds (cluck)

Hey you better get dressed
Hit the door
Go to the dope spot and buy some more
Afroman is coming to town

All kinda states, all kinda cities
All kinda women yelling "Sign my titties"
Afroman is coming to town

All the ladies in the crowd givin' me hugs
And all the fellas givin' me noogs
Afroman is coming to town

The cops always know
There's drugs at the show
Before they get to the stage
I smoke up all the 'dro

Oh read me my rights
Take me to jail
The weeds all gone and I'm high as hell
Afroman is coming to town

Hey, Po' Boy
Play a little sumthin sumthin, you know what I'm sayin'?

Hey Dog Dirty
Hey let me get a lighter man!

O Chronic Tree lyrics - Afroman

Alright, here I go, here I go
[loud coughing]
Check it out!

Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
Wit' yo' leaves so sticky green
Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
So hard to sell, I want you all for me

The bong is smoked this side of town
L.A.P.D. tryna shut me down!
Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
Your leaves so green and sticky to me!

On the cover of High Times Magazine
Zig-zags, water bongs for you I fiend
Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
So hard to sell, I want you all for me

From Masta Town to the CPT
Can't wait to pick yo' stems and seeds.
O chronic tree, O chronic tree
So hard to sell, I want you all for me!

"4R0:20" (2004)



Beer Bottle Up - afroman lyrics

[Laughing]
Yeah,
Comeon Homeboy, Turn it up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Buch-ach [x2]

Afroman, Double H, Double C
Double OG, Checking in the double tree

Colt 45, No Bubbley
Cops give me trouble, but they still don't trouble me
Hit the lights, read my rights
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don't care
Run up in the club, grab me a woman (Oh)
Waitress keep them drinks 'a coming (burp)
Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking bout?
I don't know, Shutup bitch, I'm in my own zone
Turn the music up, and leave me alone
Put your hands up if you're with me (ooh)
Tell the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)

[Chorus 2x]

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

[Chorus 2x]

The hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule
Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking brew
Drinking brew, taking blunts to the brain
Palms in the air, cause it's a Palmdale thang
Everybody in the crowd, put your beer in the air (uh)
If you're real short, stand up in a chair (uh)
If you ain't quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette
Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig every chance you can
If you feel the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute
Then take a slurp, Drink slow homie, don't want the bottle
To get all foamy, moving, grooving, jumping around
Bottle in the air, chugging it down.

[Chorus 2x]

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

[Chorus 2x]

Throw it in the trash, drop it on the ground
Stagger to the bar, get another round
If you got alot of money, than share
I'm sure another alcoholic will care
Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if it's good
Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun before you get too old
Lock the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom
Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail
Take a little time out for yourself
Cause Afroman is good for your health

[Chorus 2x]

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

[Chorus 2x]

Life Of Tha Party - afroman lyrics

[Chorus]

I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[verse 1]
Eerybody seem up tight, I'm drunk so everythings allright
Got a light? -yeah- right right
kick back take a hit(take a hit) turn it up bump that shit(bump it)
I'm dancin I'm groovin other people look at me and start movin
everybody getting comfortable starting throwin up nice and full
start dancin wild motherfuckers smile next thing you know
they dincin too smoking weed drinking brew callin people up on their
cellphone east palmdale homeboy its on

[Chorus]
I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[verse 2]
I'm tha only drunk dancin to tha funk I guess it's up te me to
get this thing crunk get high get drunk go bizarr standin up
straight is major work drivin home I really hope it
I can keep my eyelids open hope that exotic dancer answer
roll cross country lost with the munchie looking for a country
girl that will hunt me palmdale came back to me got down on her knees
and blew me jumped up on my dick screaming man i love what she do to me

[Chorus]
I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[verse 3]
Standin in the yard bumpin sounds
see my homeboy in black and shout you blocking traffic back up and
park you know I got a big fat blunt to spark other homeboys start
cruisin by tryin to get drunk tryin to get high sidewalk looks like
a gangstameeting khaki sack it system beating next thing you know
I see a cop he's writing numbers down he don't stop wafle house late
at night drunkers are gone highers ar kait fuck with the waitress but
don't be rude bitch might spit all in my food (hey play that music
innocent folks won't refuse it) but it in the studio then abuse it
say you got high gentleman excuse it get drunk sag your pants if you
all alone do your dance

[Chorus]
I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[guitar solo]

Smoke A Blunt - afroman lyrics

smoke a blunt
i love to smoke a blunt man
hey man you know, my white homies ask me
do you like uh, bongs or blunts?
i tell 'em blunts, cause i get pulled over all the time
i can't be throwin' bongs out the window, you know what i mean

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
then let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
then let it go

i love smoking weed all by myself
dont have to pass it to no one else
i hit my blunt
anytime i want
got so much weed i dont have to hunt

i dont get hyper
i dont get crunk
i do get high
i do get drunk

once im high and im high no doubt
i grab my ashtray and put my cigar out
once my high is gone with the wind
i grab my lighter then i flick then i again

briefly take a chronic break
weed headache
big mistake
im high so i put my blunt down
turn up my music and dance all around

i can't hear the phone
i can't hear the door
i never leave home 'less
its time to school

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

i remember when i started smokin weed
pickin' out the stems and the seeds
i didn't have enough to buy me a beer
my homeboy told me to hit this here(?)

i grabbed the blunt
i took a hit
i thought to myself
"i like this shit"
it's better than beer
so annalyze this
i don't have to go take a piss

i don't know how to roll
but the people i roll with
know how to roll blunts like a pole

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go
hahah

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hahahah
hold a smoke, uh
now let it goo
hahahah uhh haha uhh

drivin' cross country though minnesota
state fuckin' trooper straight pulled me over
he said i was drivin' fast as hell
he took a deep breath and asked "what's that smell?"
i knew i was busted, at this point
so i handed him a beautiful, perfectly rolled joint

he looked at it once,
he looked at it twice,
he told me, "you roll your joints real nice"

afroman don't give a fuck
light that blunt and get stupid stuff
smokin' to me is so much fun
people bitch cause i don't get nothin' done

if you are a little kid
please don't do the things i did
anti-drug message? let me see..
don't smoke weed
give it to me!

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

"Jobe Bells" (2004)



Deck My Balls - afroman lyrics

lick my balls with lots of sylivia

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

tis the season to suck a drunk driver

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

out of stye with ganster appearal

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

stroll through the hood with a loaded double-barrel

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

blazin blunts in a beat-up taurus

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

baby gansters sellin dope for us

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

digital scale to weigh and measure

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

gettin over on the system brings me pleasure

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

high as hell with dark sunglasses

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

flunking all my stupid ass classes

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

me and my homies kick it together

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

drunk and high in real cold weather

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

12 J's Of Christmas - afroman lyrics

On the 1st Day of Christmas my true love gave to me, A Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 200 Reds and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 3 pounds of Grass, 200 Reds and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 7 white's a buzzing,6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 9 Caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 10 peyote buttons, 9 caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 11 Magic Mushrooms, 10 peyote buttons, 9 caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of Grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, 12 Kits a dripping, 11 Magic Mushrooms, 10 peyote buttons, 9 caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of Grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.

Jobe Bells - afroman lyrics

dashing through these hos,
cadillac's and sixty 'fo's,
on three wheels we go,
clocking lots of doe,

Cellphone ringtone ring,
my song "Because I Got High",
smoking weed while I watch,
the police flying by!

Oh, jinglebell, East Palmdale Jobe is back and not whack,
Oooh found your daughter and you finally caught 'er and you mad 'cuz I'm black,
ahaha I fucked her good, just like I should,
I think I blew her balloon,
I didn't use a condom and now we have a problem:
she havin' my baby in June (say what?!)

I know this holiday hooker,
I think her name is Jan,
and if you 'aint got no money (hell yeah),
she's got a layaway plan,
I got a blowjob from her friend,
I think her name is Gwen,
my dick plugged up her mouth; she couldn't get no oxygen!

Oh jinglebell, county jail, Jobe's from the hood,
skinny women suck my dick real good but their butt cheeks feel like wood (ouch!)
I be swimmin, in big fat women, when I'm in the sack (ooh!)
why have a skinny little bicycle bitch when I can ride a Cadillac?!

I met this beautiful woman,
she said she was Hawaiian,
she said she didn't like black guys, however she was lyin'
she'd seen my go detonas,
all my coupes and cash,
she licked my hairy balls, like chocolate coconuts!

Oh, jinglebell, shotgun shell, sheriff got a gun,
he pulled the trigger, shot that nigger look at that mo' fucka run!
hit 'im in the head kicked him in the ass, put a kneecap in his chest,
went to the court, and told the judge, "This man was resisting arrest!"

"Afroholic: The Even Better Times" (2004)



Nobody Knows My Name - afroman lyrics

Afro, man I know that you live in Mississippi now, but why in the hell did you leave Los Angeles man? I don't understand that.

Walking down the street without getting shot takes everything you got(That's right). A bullet proof vess across your chess sure would help a lot.(That's true, I know that's right). When you like to get away pyu.

Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name (I know that's right).
They call the cops because you can. (Up against the wall black boy).

I wanna be where I can see, nobody will recognize me. I wanna go where nobody knows my name.

Where the hell is that?

Haddysburg. Mississippi, next exit. In stereo where ever available. Baaakaaaa. Deeaaaaa.

Suck A Dick Jockey - afroman lyrics

i always wanted to be on the fucking radio
but they wouldn't play me though
whack ass corporate world dj
only play what the pencil neck geeks say play
i stopped making songs for them
i started making songs for me
whats wrond with me
i sold it on the street, they love my beat
homemade talent packed with heat
somebody put me on napster
next thing you know, im on the radio, in San Diego
howard stern gave me a spin

I've Been Hustlin - afroman lyrics

I wanna say uh hustle up to all the hustlas out there, i love u man

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin
From dusk till dawn
I've been hustlin
For so long

I'm the hungry hustla afroman i recycle cardboard, beer bottles, and cans
Food stamps, bust token plus G.R. checks, underground rap tapes tryin to
get on deck

Hit the rap contest sellin weed on stage,
go to work for the man for minimum wage,
Slave hard, grave yard, every day get scard,
airport, fast food, security gaurd.
Slangin rocks all day
let my beeper just beep
Go to work go high, go strait to sleep
Wake up, bake up, then punch them clocks
Swerve them blocks, serve them rocks
Workin at the airport with Jivonni and Kid
Slangin everything the airport bring in
Cook crack sip yak stack cheese
Walk around sell my own cd's.

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I've been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I've been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I've been hustlin
for so long

Ghetto resident everyday get bent
with the 2 tall cans for 89 cent
Get money get fame get women get props
chillin kick it with my homies rippin rocks from the cops
walk slow around the corner then dash hall ass
if you run, run fast cus the cops might blast
Run, Shake, Break, bail
might as well cus it's hell in the county jail
Cut to the left (left) Cut to the right (right)
Run up in the house shut the door goodnight
Come back out bout 20 minutes later
braggin to the homies how i shook that hater
start back hangin start back slangin
rappin, sangin, system bangin
aint got no job aint got no credit
but whatever you need i'll get it

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I've been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I've been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I've been hustlin
for so long

Afro motha fuckin M A N
tryna go to the top
not the federal pen
but i'm in the ghetto
my problems won't let me go
untill i go get some dough
only legal things
i can do for snaps
is program beats
and bust husla raps
made my first cd started slanging it
the boys in the hood started bangin it
but i couldn't get rich on my side of town
so i jumped in the cadilac and moved around
to the ?Slathlaswane? ?Kathaswalne?
even goddinna tell me have u seen her
dude named afroman from Palmdale
sellin cd's in front of Sell-u-tell
rap contest, partys, clubs, and bars,
from a homeless bum to the grammies with stars

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I've been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I've been hustlin
for so long