Drive Better Drunk - afroman lyrics

[Chorus: 2x]
Don't grab my keys when the party's over
I drive better drunk, than you do sober

[Verse 1]
I don't know what you've been told
I've been drinkin since 12 years old
Started in 1988
Hangin at the liquor store real real late
I drunk a swallow, I drunk a cup
Drunk the bottle, I threw up
Over the years, I learned to pace it
Get kinda tipsy, but not that wasted
I like beer, but I love malt liquor
Cuz malt liquor, get me drunk quicker
Stop on the freeway, take a whiz
Hop in my Cadillac and handle my biz
I drive better drunk than I do sober
Cuz when I'm sober right
I think I can make through the, red light
Go, go, go, I hope I'm not dead right
But when I'm drunk, I know I can't
So I ain't, I drive like a saint
Drinkin is a class I did not flunk
I'm a Colt 45 certified drunk

[Chorus: 2x]

[Verse 2]
I dropped outta school in 9-0
Became the world's greatest wino
I drink at home, I drink at work
Ignore the boss, he just a jerk
I drink 12:00 in the day
Relax my nerve, serve my yay'
When my day go bad, I always drink
Calm down, relax and think
Only days we like to clown
A 24-ounce 'fore the sun go down
On weekends, that's when it's cool
To drink a 40-ounce, and act a fool
Once I get into that zone
I leave that beer and that liquor alone
I can barely walk, I can barely talk
But I can glide that Cadillac like a hawk

[Chorus: 2x]

[Verse 3]
I ran from the cops in the rain
With my church shoes on
I drove from Palmdale, California to Compton
Drunk two 40-ounces, Old English 800, the club ended
All the homies left my in the parkin lot toe' back
Wasn't nobody out there but me and the sheriff department
Fell asleep on the 14
Woke up on the 405
Fell asleep on the 405
Woke up on the 105
Fell asleep on the 105
Woke up in bed
Call that, uh, autopilot
But don't try that at home; I got skills
I am to liquor, what the Crocodile Hunter is to alligators
"These crocs, they're not your ordinary crocs
"You gotta grab them in the mandible"
We can't find no hotels man (you know what I'm sayin)
So we might have to drive
All day, and all night
I got some music
So it's alright

[Repeat 4x]
All day, and all night
I got some music
It's alright

Make you feel good
Rollin through the hood
With your windows down
Checkin out your sounds
Just lend me a light
No stress and strive, baby

Jackin' Afroman - afroman lyrics

[Verse 1]
A little ditty, about the Afroman
A Mississippi rapper, doin the best he can
Afro gon be a hip-hop star
Freestylin in the back of that police car

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the Sheriff Department is gone
Oh yeah, I said life goes on
Long after the Sheriff Department is gone

[Verse 2]
Afro got some weed, and hit the bong
He hit the jackpot, when he wrote a hit song
+Because I got High+
Signed with Universal, cuz he was havin fun
But they took his money, like Enron

[Chorus]
And oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of riches is gone
Oh yeah, I said life goes on
Long after the thrill of riches is gone

[Verse 3]
Broke and alone, in a cheap motel
Afro spots a bible, and he says "what the hell"
Mama said it's better to give, than it is to receive
Afro went to church and said "I believe"
Universal loved Afro when he was on top
But when he became a Christian, that's when he got dropped
But Jesus would comfort Afro when he prayed
Jesus said "Don't worry bout that money
People download your music off the internet anyway"
Jesus said

[Chorus]
And oh yeah, life goes on
Long after corrupt record companies go bankrupt
Oh yeah, I said life goes on
Long after corrupt record companies go bankrupt

[Verse 4]
So let em steal, let em do all this wrong
Let em make evil videos, and encourage evil songs
Keep rippin off artists for as long as you can
People go to the internet and make you a broke man (Laughing)

Colt 45 - afroman lyrics

[Afroman]
Wait a minute man
Hey check this out man tell it
It was this blind man right, it was this blind man right
He was feelin' his way down the street with a stick right, hey
He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'
He stopped he took a deep breath he said
Snfffffff, woooo good morning ladies, ha
You like that shit man
Hey man Ive got a gang of that shit man
Hey I'll tell you what
We'll all have a good time
We'll pull on the drug
And hey, hey if everybody try on the mike I'll tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got
First I'm gonna start off like that, hey help me sing it homeboy

[CHORUS]
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac coupe Deville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my caddy will

Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it east side Palmdale
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well I was standing on the corner sellin' rap CDs
When I met a little girl named Jan
I let her ride in my caddy
Because I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the floor
Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro
Then I fucked to the left (left)
Fucked to the right (right)
She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white
Thought to myself sheeba-sheeba
Got my ass lookin' like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
And so I ran I jumped out the back window
But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four
He beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The motherfucker whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudice dad
Thats the best damn pussy I ever had
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I'm gonna fuck that bitch just one more time

[CHORUS]

I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair but damn she looked good
I took her to my house because she was fine
But she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine

I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I fucked her once, fucked her twice
I ate that pussy like shrimp-fried rice

Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya (tell ya)
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties too
So I hopped in her ass like Kangaroo

See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said "aiee"
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian punch

I met colonel sanders wife in the state of Kentucky
Said I'll fry some chicken if you'd just fuck me
I came in her mouth, it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices

Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong (hey wait a minute)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessey
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said yes miss daisy
Met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again
Met a real black girl down in south Carolina
Fucked her until she turned into a white Albina
Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful sexy hoe
She just ran across the border of Mexico
Fine young thing said her names Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I cant afford it
I know I'm gonna cry when she get deported

Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park, after dark,
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong
(hey wait a minute man, hey fuck that shit)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

Have you ever went over a girls house to fuck
But the pussy just ain't no good
I mean you gettin' upset because you cant get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy
But it take her so long to come
Then a dude walk in thats her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain
You start talkin' real fast
But he already mad cause you fuckin' his woman
So he start beatin' on you ass
Now your clothes all muddy
Your nose all bloody
Your dick was hard but now it's soft
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off

[chorus - until fade out]

Freak On With You - afroman lyrics

[Verse 1]
Walking down the street with a gangsta limp
Hoes on the corner like a O.G. pimp
Feelin real good cuz I'm drunk and high
Throwin up the hood as the cars go by
The light turned green and I started to bail
Across the street, drunk as hell
Seen a fine girl at the red light
Her face her hair her car was tight
The light turned green and she had to go
The bitch pulled over at the liquor sto'
She got out the car and walked around
And there I was, posted 'cuz
She looked at the Khakis hangin off my ass
She put her head down and tried to pass real fast
But on the way back out, before she left
I asked her with Colt 45 on my breath

[Chorus]
Can I get my freak on with you? (come here baby)
Smoke some weed and drink some brew (I love ya body)
Can I get my freak on with you? (yeah)
Smoke some weed and drink some brew (oww)

[Verse 2]
When I heard Too Short "The Freaky Tales"
I was still a virgin, I was mad as hell
Had nothin to lose, everythang to prove
Tryin to fuck every duck that moved
Hangin at the swapmeet, drunk and high
Flirtin with the hoodrats walkin by
Sometimes I got dissed, sometimes I got laid
Sometimes I got ganked, sometimes I got paid
High school parties in East Palmdale
Dancin with a female lookin bomb as hell
With a booty up against me make me feel real good
Plus her hands between my legs rubbin on my wood
My dick Johnny Cochran gets real hard
And all of a sudden, I want the broad
High on weed, drunk on beer
That's when I whispered in her ear

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Redheads, blond hoes, Puerto Ricans and chicanos
Oriental girls not mention black
Back to back, stacked like a six-pack
Panties droppin, bra unstrappin
Like Mariah Carey I'ma +Make It Happen+
Whoo whoo (whoo whoo), ride hoes like my Coupe
I'm 30 years old in 2004
I got a wife and I don't fuck around no more
Ay, remember Joby, well Joby's a giant
And bitches wanna do me like I'm Kobe Bryant
Too many skeezers, too many diseases
Now I'm in the Bible tryna be like Jesus
I used to be a gigalo back in the day
I remember when I used to say

[Chorus: 2x]

Ghetto Memories - afroman lyrics

[Afroman talking]
Gotta do one song for the hood
This going out to all my homeboys
Ya know what I' saying
All my balling homeboys
Ya know what I' saying
Up in the hills (ghetto memories)
Riding Ferraris, Rolls Royces
You know, doing good
It's lonely at the top
And if you get to thinking, heh
You get those (ghetto memories)

[Afroman singing]
Memories, of the ghetto
Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)
Memories, of the ghetto
Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)

[Afroman rapping]
I hop out my car and stroll brotha
Afroman, young soul brotha
Late night crack house deep off in the hood
We kick it outside cause the weather feel good
Stereo bumping in the living room
Classic soul music with the peaceful boom (boom)
Colt 45 got your boy on buzz
But I ain't going home, I' post in cuz (post in cuz)
Take another swig, take another hit
Talk to my man about some real deep shit
Cluck heads walking up and down the block (ba-kaa!)
Pulling to the side and selling the rock
The block get slow about a quarter to four
Spotlight po-po gets searched once more
They searched me from the east, west, north and south
I relaxed cause I got the cocaine in my mouth
They take the handcuffs off and we get released
Hop in the Cadillac and tell my homeboys 'peace'
Nineteen ninety-two Fleetwood Grove
Daytons gold in chrome on my way back home (memories)

[Afroman singing]
Memories, of the ghetto
Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)
Memories, of the ghetto
Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)

[Afroman rapping]
My system be good off in my Fleetwood
Beating in my Caddy like cops in Cincinnati
At the red light, I stop and stall
Look at the liquor store and see my name on the wall
Hookers on the corner tryna make a sale
Brothas in handcuffs going to jail
The light turn green and I starts to bail
Dosing off cause I' drunk, high, sleepy as hell
And as I ride, I just can't hide
My sense of pride, for where I reside
I' proud of the ghetto, proud to survive the ghetto
You know, stay alive in the ghetto
Drink Colt 45 in the ghetto
Struggle and strive to get out the ghetto
I' out the ghetto
But the ghetto is inside me
Ghetto memories

[Afroman singing]
Memories (baby), of the ghetto
Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)
Memories, of the ghetto
Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)
Memories, of the ghetto
Getting drunk, getting high, getting faded (ghetto memories)
Memories, of the ghetto
Getting paid, getting laid and incarcerated (ghetto memories)

What If - afroman lyrics (feat. E-40)

if god had long hair, and a go-t,
and if his eyes were pretty glazed,
and he looked spaced out would you buy his story,
would you believe he had an eye infection?

and yeah, yeah, god looks baked
and yeah, yeah, god smells good
and yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
what is god smoked cannabis?
hit the bong like some of us,
drove a tie-die microbus, and he subscribes to rolling stones,

if god made this place in the begging and did he grow any seeds,
or did he put them there for Adam and Eve,
so they'd be hungry for the apple that the snake was always offering

and yeah yeah god rolls great,
and yeah yeah god smells good,
and yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah,
what if god smoked cannabis?
Do you suppose he had a buzz?
When he made the platypus,
he made it earth our home.
Does he like Perljam or the stones?
And do you think he rolls his own,
up there in heaven on the throne?
and when the saints go marching home,
maybe he sits and smokes a bone.

Cali Swangin' - afroman lyrics

BABY - MAKE ME FEEL ALRIGHT

Nobody feels - like a "G" feels
when he post up his '64 on three wheels
Daddy ask me "what you wanna be when you grow up"
a low rider with some colt 45 in my cup

I was on my way to college and then saw
a Cadillac three wheelin' down Crenshaw
It was nineteen hundred and eighty three
I knew exactly what the Fuck I wanted to be
a low rider bass provider drop down like a spider
spy the hood rat and go straight inside her

But if she Buttless
Bitch can't ride in my Cutlass

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
runnin' them Red lights sideways
In the parks and streets - brothers keep dying
but I drop the back and let the sparks keep flyin'
My daddy wanted me to take the Dayton's off the Dodge
'Cause the baseheads keep breakin' in the garage

I keep saggin' in my 'Lac with my butt out, I strutt out
Look at my two front tires - you know I cut out
I took from the ghetto what I could take
But you can't take my P.O with the metal flake
I'm a knucklehead buzzin' off of alcohol
messing up a new car for no reason at all

[Chorus]
Hit the switch Homeboy, Hit the swiotch
Stop acting like a little old biotch
[x2]
Front and back Homeboy front and back
blaze the sac and pass back my yack
[x2]
Three wheels Homeboy, Three Wheels
let me see your low rider "G" skills
[x2]
One switch, Two switch, Three switch, Four
Oh my God, my batteries low.
[x2]

Cali
Cali Swangin'
Sound
system Bangin'
[x2]

Can't stop sportin' them allstars
can't stop driving them gangster cars
new cars just don't appeal to me
It's 2004 and I'm a still a "G"
Cops don't want brothers loiterin'
Gangbangers drive by and start Slaughterin'
So they talk alot of smack and write a fat ticket
but I drive around the corner, come back and still kick it
Gotta sell wheatgerm and crack, so
I can have money just incase a break a axle
I turn my music up loud - to attrack a crowd
throw the hood out the window, make the homeboys proud
Keep my kahki's creased right, with my girl in my ride
I used to be local but now I'm Worldwide
afromanmusic.com blowin' up like vietnam

[Chorus]

Af-ro-man-make the cadillac coupe pancake
Lock it up, Cock it up
Post on three's, twist on D's
Afro as you're ride her, Cadillac walk like a spider
smash out fast then dump her
Sparks straight flying from the bumper
World-Wide-Hungry-Hustler
Hit that switch don't be no buster
Hop in the coupe like a toad frog
Go swoop up your role dog
Cali Swangin' K.J
Go way back like heyday
six stray
six 'fo
A.F.R.O

[Chorus]

Sag Your Pants - afroman lyrics

Let it go
Wha, c'mon
Somebody say heeeyyy
I'm just playin

Before Palmdale, we use to stay
Deep in the hood where they sell yay
I seen a gangbanger walk by real fast
Brand new khakis hangin off his ass
At first, I didn't like the chump
Cause he looked like he needed to go take a dump
But everybody sag in the hood
Pretty soon, it started lookin good
1987 I started stoppin my mama from doin my school shoppin
Mama, love you right
But these wranglers too dam tight
Stay home, cook something to eat
Daddy, take me to the SWAP meet
Walkin through the SWAP meet with a jerri curl
Tryn to get somethin from the home girl
Joseph, I love you right
But them wranglers is too dam tight
Okay I'm a give you a chance
But first...

[Chorus: x2]
Sag yo pants
Do that gangsta dance

Walk, walk, walk, walkowww

Who invited saggin, take a guess
I don't know but he from the west
Remember them old school rappers right
Like run dmc, they pants was tight
Don't get me wrong, I luv N. W.A.
But they wasn't saggin the right way
Saggin come from the L.A. streets
SWAP meets, old school beats
Move to the suburbs of Palmdale
Kept on saggin hard as hell
Had a cool step, plus a bad rep
Didn't fit in with the preppy prep
They crack little jokes, look down they nose
But now they smoke weed and wear baggy clothes
Play rap music, dance and drink beer
Shit we been doin for years

[Chorus: x2]
Sag yo pants
Do that gangsta dance

Walk, walk, walk, walkowww

I sag my daddy, I sag my mama
I got to bed and sag my pajama
Sag at home, sag in church
Sag with the homies in the police search
Sag at work, sag at school
Sag in the airport fool
Sag when I stayin, sag when I bail
Sag when I out the county jail
Sag in the SWAP meet, sag in court
Sag when I hop out the super sport
Sag when I'm playin basket ball
"pull yo pants up joey" hell naw
Sag with my kids, sag with my wife
I can't stop saggin, I'm a sag for life
Fist Palmdale sager, I don't bang
But I still let, my khakis hang
Sag bold, sag nervous
Sag when I'm doin community service
Sag when I mac, sag when I brawl
I bet ya 20 dollars my pants don't fall

[Chorus: x2]
Sag yo pants
Do that gangsta dance

Walk, walk, walk, walkowww
Yea, yea
Pull em up, pull em up, pull em down B-CAAA
Ooowww yeeaa
Let me get them size 46, yea B-CAAAA

Wonderful Tonite - afroman lyrics

The more you drink
The better I sound.

Go to the bar
And buy another round.

I feel wonderful,
How many people feel wonderful tonight
(Hehe)

She unfastenes her bra starp,
She slids off her underwear.
The beautiful moonlight, Yeaa
Reflects on her pubic hair,

I open her legs.
Then I slowly slide my tounge inside
I say darlin'.
You Taste Wonderful Tonight!

(Haoo) (HaHaHaha)
Yeaa Come On Yea

Hey What's going on mayne,
Are Y'all having a good time over here?
(HaHehha)
It Don't Stop,
Yo Let Me Hit That Mayne, Yeaa

Say What,..

She sucks on my dick head,
She gradually licks my balls.
She tickles my ass hole,
Cous' this girl can do it all.

I came so hard, I slowly lost my eye sight
AndI said, Darlin', (Yeaaa) You Sucked Wonderful Tonight.

(Yeaa, It Don't Stop)

Hey Get The Phone Mayne.,
[TelePhone Ringing]

Hello?... What

Eric Clapmen Ain't Going To Clear It?

Damn, Tell Him To Sue Me This Shit Is Tight

Ahahahahaha

Backock

Keep On Limp'n - afroman lyrics

There go thAT Homie Big DRAWERS
HUSS UPP Hustler!

[Talking and shizz]

Limpin' through the hood with my kakis saggin
the bottom of my pants toe back from draggin
I'm not a handicap but I like to limp
Life's a bitch and I'm a Palmdale pimp
Limpin' down the street to the gangster beat
lean to the side and grab my meat
I don't walk, I stroll brother
Afroman is a soul brother
I'm young, but I'm from the old school
always hang around old fools
lean to the side as I stride
I can't hide my hustler pride
when I walk that walk and talk that talk
they sport my clothes, Break them hoes

Hey Ladies
Afroman is from the 80's

[Chorus]
Keep on Limpin'
Down the street
Keep on Limpin'
To the beat
[x4 times]

Limp when you sing, limp when you rap
Hold your leg straight, bend your kneecap
put a glide in your stride, dip in your hip
be cool fool, when you clock your grip
you can limp fast, you can limp slow
however you limp, limp to the tempo
when I was, thirteen years old
some boys in the hood taught me how to stroll
My homie TooTall said "what up G"?
walk to the liqour store
and walk like me
I did it wrong and I did it right
I did it all day, I did it all night
I used to practice in my room
in my mirror, to the sound of the stereo boom
the very next day I walked to school
and grown women told me "you so cool"
Power to the people - right on
the sheriff hit the block
turned the spotlight on
the skinny black boy called Afroman
rollin' through South Central
with my dick in my hand

[Chorus]

[more Talking and shizz]

Four things I like, about a pimp
the way he dress, the way he limp
that clean, unique car that he drives
and the cool ass way he talk and jive
even when he get locked up in jail
he hop out his cell and begin to bail
all the homeboys locked in the pen
limp down the hall for me once again
you can take my freedom, put me in the hole
but even in the hole - Im'a hit my stroll

[Chorus]

[talk, talk, talk]

Dayton's Hustler

Caddy Hop - afroman lyrics

Afroman...

latatatatatataaahaaaa

the two zigzags,

latatatatahaahaaaaaaaa

mister mix,

latatatatahaahaaaa

the hungry hustler,

latatahaahaaaa

Brand new Kakhi's on my ass,
Colt 45 in my glass...
Cadillac Coupe Deville,
Hit The Corner on three wheel.
I got my soundsystem beating real good,
Hittin switches while I'm throwin up the hood.
I never play the radio,
I buy underground from the mom-n-pappa sto'.
I cruise late night by the clubs,
Smokin on a dub while my woofers just sub.
Baby I'm from haddisburg,
Those are my Caddies up against the curb.
I got gold Daytona's on my car,
sport T-shirts, kakhi's and all stars.
I like regular people, not stars...
I don't play areas, just bars.

I don't act funny, I don't act funny,
just because I got some money... [2x]
if you lookin for the bomb [2x]
go to: afromanmusic.com, afromanmusic.com
if you lookin for some music [2x]
well let me help you choose it [2x]

I'm so glad I got my website,
I ain't worried bout mtv,
I got 20 videos, buy 'em all on dvd,
I'm so glad I got my website,
I ain't worried bout mtv,
I just got my hydraulics,
come on and caddy hop with me!

caddy hop baby, caddy hop [3x]
caddy hop baby, you don't stop...

The homies call me afroman,
I rap with a live funk band,
if you can't buy my music don't sweat,
order it of the internet.
I'm never on mtv, but everybody got my cd,
I'm never on the radio, but everybody knows afro.

You say you looking for some music [2x]
well let me help you choose it [2x]
if you want the bomb [2x]
go to: afromanmusic.com, afromanmusic.com

I'm so glad I got my website,
I ain't worried bout mtv,
I got 20 videos, buy 'em all on dvd,
I'm so glad I got my website,
I ain't worried bout mtv,
I just got my hydraulics,
come on and caddy hop with me!

caddy hop baby, caddy hop [3x]
caddy hop baby, you don't stop...

make you caddy hop, at the red light,
don't trip, go ahead, that shit looks tight,
don't pass by the homies, unless you hit the switches,
don't have hydraulics, and act like a bitch!
when you hit the switches get your shine on,
think about the days, you got your grind on.
smokin that weed, drinkin that brew,
you like the lowrider? I like the lowrider too!

caddy hop baby, caddy hop [3x]
it's the bomb! afromanmusic - dot com

Just My Paranoia - afroman lyrics

[Intro]
I done been to jail for a lot of stupid shit
And when you go to jail for a lot of stupid shit, you try not to go back
And I...you know...I take precaution, you know
However, sometimes you can take too much precaution
To the point where it gets - ridiculous. Haha, aww man

[Verse 1]
Each day at my dope spot
I watch him as he passes by (Hey black, hey black who dat man, who dat?)
I say to myself he looks like the FBI (Yeah)
A white man like him (White man like him?)
What is he doing over here? (You know what I'm sayin? I don't know)
I wonder what does he want
Then he asks me
"You got a light? You wanna help me smoke this blunt?" (aww yeah)

[Chorus]
It was just my paranoia (hey hey hey)
Running away with me yeah
It was just my paranoia
Running away (aww yeah)

[Verse 2]
Down on my luck couldn't find no job
I'd rather sell dope than rob, why squab?
I know I can't do it forever
So uh, I'ma do it quick and clever (quick and clever)
However, drinkin my liquor, smokin endo (endo)
Two cops ran by my window (aww shit)
It's a raid (a raid?) - or that's what I assumed (yeah)
I flushed two ounces in the bathroom
I ran out the back before they could find me
Come to find out, they raided the house behind me (You're trippin')
Yeah man, they ran through my backyard, hopped over the fence, anyway

[Chorus]
It was just my paranoia (hey hey hey)
Running away with me yeah
It was just my paranoia
Running away (aww yeah)
For real boy

[Afroman talking]
I'm tellin you man your paranoia can get to you man
I remember man I used to trip on everything you know what I'm sayin
I'd be chillin with them
And we'd be goin off man
Hey, you know what I hate though (What's that man?)

[Verse 3]
I hate them late model cars doggonnit
Look like bikes with all those antennaes on it
Paranoid I used to sell yell man
Trippin on the telephone and the mailman
Treat customers like compulsive liars (compulsive liars)
Raise their shirt and check for wires (check for wires)
I got a little money but I need a little more
Damn somebody's knockin at my front door
Some guy in a shirt and tie (shirt and tie)
Is it Homicide or FBI? (FBI)
Does he have a warrant for Joseph Foreman? (Joseph Foreman)
Oh you're a Mormon

[Chorus]
Just my paranoia (Come on in man)
Running away with me yeah
It was just my paranoia
Running away (aww yeah)

[Afroman talking]
Hey man, you know where my paranoia really get me at man? (What's that?)
When I'm walkin through the mall or shoppin man (Hell yeah)
Everybody be lookin like undercovers, cause they be starin (Man you know)
And I don't be knowin, you know what I'm sayin?

[Verse 4]
I hate sellin dope
I think about stoppin
Undercover cops follow me while I'm shoppin (damn)
Trackin me with a hidden camera (hidden camera)
Plottin to throw me back in the slammer
They think I don't see em, but yes I do (yes I do)
They some haters (haters), actin like they pickin tomatoes (pickin tomatoes)
I'm ready for quick decisions (quick decisions)
Keep 'em in my peri-fee-al vision (in my peri-fee-al vision)
I see 'em in the airport, plain and clear
Street clothes with that little wire in their ear
They rush me, shake my hand
"I'm your biggest fan, sign this for me Afroman"

[Chorus]
Just my paranoia (hey hey hey)
Running away with me
It was just my paranoia
Running away
It was just my paranoia
Running away with me yeah
It was just my paranoia
Running away

[Verse 5]
You know
I wrote a hit song "Because I Got High" (high)
Signed with Universal
Now my bank account's dry
Universal records, yeah mon
Took my money like Enron
Broke and alone
Things got hard
However, it brought me close to God
I changed my life and became a Christian, singer, rapper, and musician
I've been high, I've been low, I've been rich, I've been po', I've been right, I've been wrong
Since I been with God my paranoia's gone

[Chorus: Repeat until fade]
No more paranoia (hey hey hey)
Running away with me yeah
I have no more paranoia
Running away (aww yeah)

Let's Get High Tonight - afroman lyrics

Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright

I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life

Hanging with my homies
Talking jive
Smoking marijuana, drinking Cult 45
Hey homeboy, let's get drunk today

Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright

I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life

Bumping my music very loud
Limping down the sidewalk so high
Slap my brother, let's get drunk tonight

Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright

I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life

Now I'm nice and tipsy
And I'm high-igh
Flirting with the ladies
Walking by-ie-ie
Hey pretty lady, let's hook up tonight

Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright

I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life

Buckaa!

Late At Night - afroman lyrics

check out this beat mayn

[talkin]

[CHORUS]
Late at niiiight i wonder and i roam
I feel soo goood I dont wanna go home
?(clap)? and snaps (?(clap)? and snaps)
Taking laps around the hood
Play my musiiic
'cause it makes me feel real good

[talking]
[vocalizing]

'83 coup guess who in it?
gettin searched by da cops evry 35 minutes
hope i get sum pussy while im drunk and high
befo i fuck around n catch a DUI
Hungry Hustla Hattiesburgundy
Drink till my eyes turn burgundy
The ?(butt)? hit the beer n i started to buzz
in da middle of da street danm 'cause (danm 'cause)
Crazii is wat i drive you
if you work at da drive through
'cause we been smokin weed in da country
babii we got da munchies
but now days im polite n not rude
'cause i don want babii grl to spit in my food
How ya'll doin?... Alright.... thank you very much ... uh good night

[CHORUS]

Row up da INdo
row down da window
let da wind hit my face
while i hit da weed.. bump da bass
swerve to da spot where my homeboiz meet
messin up traffic in da middle of da street
the rest kickin back in da sidewalk
i floss my ride n glide like a hawk
i drive real fast then i STOOOOP
park against da curb hit da switch n DROOOOP
i put ?(southern compton)? in my CUUUP
Hop in my cadilac n pop back UUUp
Roll out bumpin wut i just made
Still on a mission thryna get laid
the more u drink da better i sound
go to da bar buy another round

[CHORUS Till end]

Compton Isn't Too Far Away - afroman lyrics

When I was young we wanted to get out the ghetto
But after we moved out of the ghetto
It was hard to get things we needed

I took a picture in the hood
Standing by the door
White T shirt and black khakis
Sagging kind of low
I see the corner that I worked
With my homies in the back
LAPD searching us
Looking for some crack

I don't need to be the king of the world
All I need is some activator
For my Jehri curl

[CHORUS:]
Compton isn't too far away
Neither is South Central LA
No matter what the cops try and say

We move from South Central
To the desert of the real high
Palmdale-Lancaster
Blue suburban sky
When I come home late at night
The sheriff harasses me
He puts me in the choke hold
So bad I can barely breath

I'm the hungry hustler Afroman
I'm going parking lot platinum in my Astrovan

[CHORUS:]
Compton isn't too far away
Neither is South Central LA
No matter what the cops try and say
I'm selling yay

I see police lights
On palmdale boulevard
Back-up units pulling up
I'm thinking oh my god
I got nowhere else to go
My hands are in the air
I don't know what to do
But you can't have my weed and my brew

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