Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's get dumb, drink some rum
Make my teeth and gums feel real numb
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving
While we're drinking and we're driving
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry
Sober up looking at an all white jury
Judge don't like no drunk like me
Punk might give me strike number three
'Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high
I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit
Try to talk to the women that we can't get with
Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out, we can all go half
It's Friday night got the perfect weather let's get drunk together
Come on hoes
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out home boy
Bacardi, colt, 45, let's party, we're still alive
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right
So drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it
Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded
Rollin' through the ante-dope valley out there
Hope the cops don't smell that beer on my breath
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth
It'll probly knock him stiff
Don't look dumb if my breath on hum
Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum
So the cops can't tell my breath smell
We won't go to jail, we'll go to palm dale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather
We can both get drunk together yeah
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out home boy
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me
Right here, right now
Been lookin' at you all night long that DJ's playing my favorite song
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm
Don't get offended when I pull your arm
I ain't felt this good since I don't know when
And I might not feel this good again
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together
C'mon, y'all
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a girl that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If It Ain't Free - afroman lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites
I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley
Rollin' like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha' fuckin'
Givin' a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)
These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho's
Swarmin' around my water tryin' to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that's right, hell, yeah)
We all do stupid things payin' too much for pussy
Don't have to be one of em'
So fellas, don't get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)
Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin' looky here boy)
And we ain't talkin' bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)
(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)
And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin' heart
(C'mon 'cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin' heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don't forget your panties and your bra)
'Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don't ya? you know you fucked up
Don't ya? don't ya?)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you'd you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me
(I'll be sittin' up there)
Baby
(Watchin' them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)
See, I finally figured out why these ho's be hoin'
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin'
It must be Sunday, 'cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin' up the crack o'yer ass
(Crack o'yer ass)
Yo, you didn't speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin' nasty
(Nasty)
And it's a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I'm savin' my money for some chile cheese fries
Please, don't make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin' hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin'? Come on, boo
I wouldn't give it to you, if you let me come on you
Ooh, I never found a gold diggin' woman arousin'
I'm a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin' a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus
And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin', you the one puffin'
She the one layin' there, ain't doin' nuthin'
And I bet you ate the pussy hopin' for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn't get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin' 'bout
Takin' all the money out yer bank account
So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you're lookin' for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, 'cuz)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(You know I ain't tryin' to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I'm sayin' cuz?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Hey, let's flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)
Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can't have my money)
I ain't even fuckin' her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some
Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can't have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain't playin'
It ain't like you my woman you know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout a man s'posed to take care of a woman
I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That's drama naw, naw, that's some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain't fixin' to break nary fingernail goin' oops upside yo head
Talkin' 'bout take me shopping
I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin'
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin' punk bitch
(Hey what's Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)
'Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin' me hey come on y'all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)
Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin' Little Man
Won't he suck my dick and let's cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man
I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley
Rollin' like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha' fuckin'
Givin' a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)
These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho's
Swarmin' around my water tryin' to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that's right, hell, yeah)
We all do stupid things payin' too much for pussy
Don't have to be one of em'
So fellas, don't get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)
Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin' looky here boy)
And we ain't talkin' bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)
(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)
And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin' heart
(C'mon 'cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin' heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don't forget your panties and your bra)
'Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don't ya? you know you fucked up
Don't ya? don't ya?)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you'd you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me
(I'll be sittin' up there)
Baby
(Watchin' them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)
See, I finally figured out why these ho's be hoin'
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin'
It must be Sunday, 'cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin' up the crack o'yer ass
(Crack o'yer ass)
Yo, you didn't speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin' nasty
(Nasty)
And it's a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I'm savin' my money for some chile cheese fries
Please, don't make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin' hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin'? Come on, boo
I wouldn't give it to you, if you let me come on you
Ooh, I never found a gold diggin' woman arousin'
I'm a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin' a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus
And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin', you the one puffin'
She the one layin' there, ain't doin' nuthin'
And I bet you ate the pussy hopin' for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn't get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin' 'bout
Takin' all the money out yer bank account
So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you're lookin' for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, 'cuz)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(You know I ain't tryin' to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I'm sayin' cuz?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Hey, let's flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)
Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can't have my money)
I ain't even fuckin' her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some
Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can't have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain't playin'
It ain't like you my woman you know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout a man s'posed to take care of a woman
I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That's drama naw, naw, that's some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain't fixin' to break nary fingernail goin' oops upside yo head
Talkin' 'bout take me shopping
I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin'
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin' punk bitch
(Hey what's Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)
'Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin' me hey come on y'all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)
Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin' Little Man
Won't he suck my dick and let's cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man
Sell Your Dope - afroman lyrics
A few words of inspiration
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin' herb, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale
Sip your beer, wipe your tears
Encourage your peers, it's gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Hey, whattup lil' inchworm
I hope this letter make you feel just a lil' bit better
Got your T-shirt picked your khakis creased
So you can be G'd up when you get released
Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys
To buy some beer and a couple of strippers
You can use my car till you find another
Can't wait till you get home
But later on, that money you get from your GR check
Should be enough to put you back on deck
Now I know, you on parole but don't be scared
This time, we be prepared
Fuck the feds, don't say shit to your broad
Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard
When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot
Won't find nothin' but a lawsuit, baby, baby
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Your baby momma, she might trip
'Cuz you hangin' with a Crip tryin' to clock your grip
She can't help a black man out
But when bills come around, she's got her hand out
The baby needs Pampers and Similac
Plus you need rims for your Cadillac
Ignore your girl when she starts trippin'
Keep them kilos flippin' Dayton's dipin'
We can expand by a little land
Hand the dope game down to the next man
Buy a little business clean the money
Look at the cops funny, hey hey hey
Frontin' in your Caddy or a beat up Taurus
Got the baby gangsters sellin' shit for us
We can dance underwater and not get wet
Sell crack on the internet but not yet
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
1, 2, 3, 4 breakdown
Early in the morning when I get outta bed
I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads
I sell it all day baby, you sell it all night long
Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone
I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl
Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl
Baby, don't try to change me if I go to the pen
'Cuz when the white man lets me go
I'm gonna do the same old thing again
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin' herb, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale
Sip your beer, wipe your tears
Encourage your peers, it's gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Hey, whattup lil' inchworm
I hope this letter make you feel just a lil' bit better
Got your T-shirt picked your khakis creased
So you can be G'd up when you get released
Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys
To buy some beer and a couple of strippers
You can use my car till you find another
Can't wait till you get home
But later on, that money you get from your GR check
Should be enough to put you back on deck
Now I know, you on parole but don't be scared
This time, we be prepared
Fuck the feds, don't say shit to your broad
Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard
When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot
Won't find nothin' but a lawsuit, baby, baby
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Your baby momma, she might trip
'Cuz you hangin' with a Crip tryin' to clock your grip
She can't help a black man out
But when bills come around, she's got her hand out
The baby needs Pampers and Similac
Plus you need rims for your Cadillac
Ignore your girl when she starts trippin'
Keep them kilos flippin' Dayton's dipin'
We can expand by a little land
Hand the dope game down to the next man
Buy a little business clean the money
Look at the cops funny, hey hey hey
Frontin' in your Caddy or a beat up Taurus
Got the baby gangsters sellin' shit for us
We can dance underwater and not get wet
Sell crack on the internet but not yet
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
1, 2, 3, 4 breakdown
Early in the morning when I get outta bed
I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads
I sell it all day baby, you sell it all night long
Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone
I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl
Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl
Baby, don't try to change me if I go to the pen
'Cuz when the white man lets me go
I'm gonna do the same old thing again
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
There's a Price 2 Pay - afroman lyrics
[CHORUS]
yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay
life's gonna hang you a bill one day
before your freedom or your life get took
get a girl, a wife or a playboy book
one more time
[CHORUS]
sitting at a red light
trying to get my head right
this girl pass with a monster-ass
mentally distracted
I manustry reacted
my penis' expanded
her number I demanded
the questions I asked her were nice and discrete
but now she's in my passenger seat
turn up the beat
went to my castle
fucked without a hassle
oh, it felt great in her asshole
she was sexy seductive
her name was Morgan
I loved the way she sucked my reproductive organ
I road it and road it
finally unloaded (uhh)
went to the bathroom because I couldn't hold it
oh I looked down and I was trippin'
because I'd seen blood drippin'
off the tip of my penis
it don't take a genius
to figure she's a virgin
scrubbed my dick with detergent
I'm in the mix, if you know what I mean
'cause the girl's only sixteen
your nipples are hard
your bootie's soft
but cutie I need to drop you off
grabed my keys then smashed down the street
trying to get rid of the braud
but her mama standing in the front yard
lookin' at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta geared
I looked kinda old with a fro and a beard
she looked at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my honey stote daytons
turned the shit up had the bass go knocking
stressing like a mothafucker going back to Compton
turned down the street and I was skatin' homey
Sheriff department straight waiting on me
we just need to ask a few questions homey
why the fuck you putting these handcuffs on me?
got to the station, now they tellin' me
that shit I did was a felony
maybe you can release your rap tape
when you through doing time for statutorial rape
[CHORUS]
Buccccoooc
Padapapayaa...
Met this girl named Kim working at [M&M?]
she was nice and slim
she got a man but she don't talk to him
you don't let her tell it
sniff that pussy you can probably smell it
anyway she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse
her and her man is going through a divorce
we kept talkin' so good so far
we started walkin' back to my car
fired up the engine went to my house
pulled down my pants, started cheatin' on my spouse
with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but she's a nimfo
bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god this girl is odd
lost my vision as I shot my wad
pulled on my pants, cocked up my gat
I gotta get rid of this hood rat
'cause she's callin' up her man on my telephone
it's time for this bitch to take her ass home
after ejaculation, took the bitch home with no conversation
no more Luther or s gate
I pulled out my all-white too short tape
I'm playin' too short and the shit still hit
Ima make the bitch walk if she talks some shit
got to her house banged on the curve
threw my head back fired up some herb
she asked me do you wanna come in
I said wait a minute woman
who do you live with
she said I'm single, I don't play that shit
I don't lie I tell every guy
you gotta call me first before you come by
I said alright
put my car in park
then I walked inside
I hit the alarm for my '83 caddy
she was yippin' and yappin'
about her baby daddy
talkin' with her hoochie pitch
she called her baby-daddy a lil' old bitch
talkin' shit loud and fast
bitch talking but she kicked his ass
said she socked him like a lil' old hoe
we was disturbed by a knock on the door
damn who's that where's my gat
I hope I don't die fucking with this hood-rat
I'm trying to be one of those Palmdale playas
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught...
hey anyway man
the TV and the radio was playin'
I couldn't quite figure out what they was saying
they voices started escalating
and im sitting on the couch debating
should I stay? should I leave?
should I grab this bitch by her fucking weave
sock her in the eye bitch don't lie
you knew your baby-daddy was fixing to come by
and you invited me in
now look at the shape im in
my palms are sweaty
my muscles was tense
stood up fool I couldn't take the suspense
I walked to the door kinda nervous
Im not ready for a funeral service
opened the door, calm and cool
I got eye contact with the fool
she talked about him as if he was small
come to find out he's like seven feet tall
I smoke he smoke
he gave me a pound with his hand
I walked right past the man
jumped in my '83 Cadillac
drove down the street then I never came back
went to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin'
about the scandiling shit that could've happened
[CHORUS]
bucooc!
Padapapayaa... [fade out]
yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay
life's gonna hang you a bill one day
before your freedom or your life get took
get a girl, a wife or a playboy book
one more time
[CHORUS]
sitting at a red light
trying to get my head right
this girl pass with a monster-ass
mentally distracted
I manustry reacted
my penis' expanded
her number I demanded
the questions I asked her were nice and discrete
but now she's in my passenger seat
turn up the beat
went to my castle
fucked without a hassle
oh, it felt great in her asshole
she was sexy seductive
her name was Morgan
I loved the way she sucked my reproductive organ
I road it and road it
finally unloaded (uhh)
went to the bathroom because I couldn't hold it
oh I looked down and I was trippin'
because I'd seen blood drippin'
off the tip of my penis
it don't take a genius
to figure she's a virgin
scrubbed my dick with detergent
I'm in the mix, if you know what I mean
'cause the girl's only sixteen
your nipples are hard
your bootie's soft
but cutie I need to drop you off
grabed my keys then smashed down the street
trying to get rid of the braud
but her mama standing in the front yard
lookin' at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta geared
I looked kinda old with a fro and a beard
she looked at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my honey stote daytons
turned the shit up had the bass go knocking
stressing like a mothafucker going back to Compton
turned down the street and I was skatin' homey
Sheriff department straight waiting on me
we just need to ask a few questions homey
why the fuck you putting these handcuffs on me?
got to the station, now they tellin' me
that shit I did was a felony
maybe you can release your rap tape
when you through doing time for statutorial rape
[CHORUS]
Buccccoooc
Padapapayaa...
Met this girl named Kim working at [M&M?]
she was nice and slim
she got a man but she don't talk to him
you don't let her tell it
sniff that pussy you can probably smell it
anyway she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse
her and her man is going through a divorce
we kept talkin' so good so far
we started walkin' back to my car
fired up the engine went to my house
pulled down my pants, started cheatin' on my spouse
with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but she's a nimfo
bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god this girl is odd
lost my vision as I shot my wad
pulled on my pants, cocked up my gat
I gotta get rid of this hood rat
'cause she's callin' up her man on my telephone
it's time for this bitch to take her ass home
after ejaculation, took the bitch home with no conversation
no more Luther or s gate
I pulled out my all-white too short tape
I'm playin' too short and the shit still hit
Ima make the bitch walk if she talks some shit
got to her house banged on the curve
threw my head back fired up some herb
she asked me do you wanna come in
I said wait a minute woman
who do you live with
she said I'm single, I don't play that shit
I don't lie I tell every guy
you gotta call me first before you come by
I said alright
put my car in park
then I walked inside
I hit the alarm for my '83 caddy
she was yippin' and yappin'
about her baby daddy
talkin' with her hoochie pitch
she called her baby-daddy a lil' old bitch
talkin' shit loud and fast
bitch talking but she kicked his ass
said she socked him like a lil' old hoe
we was disturbed by a knock on the door
damn who's that where's my gat
I hope I don't die fucking with this hood-rat
I'm trying to be one of those Palmdale playas
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught...
hey anyway man
the TV and the radio was playin'
I couldn't quite figure out what they was saying
they voices started escalating
and im sitting on the couch debating
should I stay? should I leave?
should I grab this bitch by her fucking weave
sock her in the eye bitch don't lie
you knew your baby-daddy was fixing to come by
and you invited me in
now look at the shape im in
my palms are sweaty
my muscles was tense
stood up fool I couldn't take the suspense
I walked to the door kinda nervous
Im not ready for a funeral service
opened the door, calm and cool
I got eye contact with the fool
she talked about him as if he was small
come to find out he's like seven feet tall
I smoke he smoke
he gave me a pound with his hand
I walked right past the man
jumped in my '83 Cadillac
drove down the street then I never came back
went to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin'
about the scandiling shit that could've happened
[CHORUS]
bucooc!
Padapapayaa... [fade out]
Paranoid - afroman lyrics
Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look
Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz
Aiight
How long can sell?
(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
Before I have to go to jail
(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)
Can I possibly get real?
(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
Before somebody go and snitch
(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?
I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious
Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone
Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come
Stop telling these bitches where you got it from
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
Everybody looking at me look like the police
Havin' conversations with my gang assailants
Do you think, we under police surveillance?
Asking questions giving suggestions
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians
Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up
Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man
How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
The Sheriff department's right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water
Spend more time with my son and my daughter
But my drug life drug me away from my wife
She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife
The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'
But I gotta sell dope till it happen
For how long?
Hey, who is that, who is that man?
See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks
Yo man little rich kids comin' over here
That's what I'm saying now
You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents
What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
He stays over there
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep
Before the cops rape, please give me a beat
If they accidently kill me and I don't escape
Pray some white person, gotta video tape
Twinkle twinkle little little star
That looks like a police car
Shining on my dope spot
A police raid
I hope not
Little little homie hold my gun
I'm gonna fuckin' run
Where I run, I don't care
Throw that dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, through the hood
Straight in to the woods camera
Fly like lepord's
I hear, German Shepards
Freeze, hold it right there
Drug dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, criminal court
No black support
Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white
They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal
If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still
What a predicament
Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz
Aiight
How long can sell?
(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
Before I have to go to jail
(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)
Can I possibly get real?
(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
Before somebody go and snitch
(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?
I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious
Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone
Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come
Stop telling these bitches where you got it from
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
Everybody looking at me look like the police
Havin' conversations with my gang assailants
Do you think, we under police surveillance?
Asking questions giving suggestions
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians
Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up
Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man
How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
The Sheriff department's right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water
Spend more time with my son and my daughter
But my drug life drug me away from my wife
She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife
The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'
But I gotta sell dope till it happen
For how long?
Hey, who is that, who is that man?
See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks
Yo man little rich kids comin' over here
That's what I'm saying now
You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents
What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
He stays over there
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep
Before the cops rape, please give me a beat
If they accidently kill me and I don't escape
Pray some white person, gotta video tape
Twinkle twinkle little little star
That looks like a police car
Shining on my dope spot
A police raid
I hope not
Little little homie hold my gun
I'm gonna fuckin' run
Where I run, I don't care
Throw that dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, through the hood
Straight in to the woods camera
Fly like lepord's
I hear, German Shepards
Freeze, hold it right there
Drug dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, criminal court
No black support
Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white
They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal
If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still
What a predicament
Let Me Out - afroman lyrics
i dont wanna sell yay
get my door kicked in by the kkk
shoulda said the police
lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks of the ghetto
i try to escape
ya caught my music
on a CD or rap tape
i make it then take it
to the mom and papa store
for a proper cash flo'
from the mom and papa store
dont want no more rappers on consignment
find another alignment
come back another climate
people don't even know who you is
you need a name in the music biz
your album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, your music is trashy
outkast, inside they class me
out the door is where they catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the street
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to swap meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil without a record deal
selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)
Hustlin on the street is hard
in a fight with the white security guard
talkin bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in
you can spend your money here
you cant make no money here
you better get outta here ya here here
did i make myself clear?
i go and drink a beer
til im pissy in my belly
big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)
I'm so depressed plus overstressed
wanna rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i wanna cock my heat
make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world what im all about
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the party people scream n shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my destiny
depressed, determined
smokin, shermann
black, german
monster, herman
sellin, crack
money, stacked
down for a murder, black
like roberta flack
get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up
'cause the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin
it might sound strange in my rhyme
but im from the west coast
i cant change with the hands of time
what i am is what i am
if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn
black pecker's my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your gums split
while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill every cop I meet
I wanna burn down this house that swapped me
Im talkin smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the koreans and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of black human beings
OH! give it up, give it up
its time for the black folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town, motherfucker
so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the black vigilante
it cant be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan
feel the wrath of the afroman
let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers what im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take control of my destiny
I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT
if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it
fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz
i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is
revolution, revolution
revolution - thats the solution
i made the rap tape, i made the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!
ladadadadadadadadada
Nobody understand the Afroman
ladadadadadadadadada
fuck the police and the ku klux klan
ladadadadadadadadada
ima hungry hustla, east side young busta
get my door kicked in by the kkk
shoulda said the police
lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks of the ghetto
i try to escape
ya caught my music
on a CD or rap tape
i make it then take it
to the mom and papa store
for a proper cash flo'
from the mom and papa store
dont want no more rappers on consignment
find another alignment
come back another climate
people don't even know who you is
you need a name in the music biz
your album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, your music is trashy
outkast, inside they class me
out the door is where they catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the street
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to swap meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil without a record deal
selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)
Hustlin on the street is hard
in a fight with the white security guard
talkin bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in
you can spend your money here
you cant make no money here
you better get outta here ya here here
did i make myself clear?
i go and drink a beer
til im pissy in my belly
big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)
I'm so depressed plus overstressed
wanna rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i wanna cock my heat
make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world what im all about
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the party people scream n shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my destiny
depressed, determined
smokin, shermann
black, german
monster, herman
sellin, crack
money, stacked
down for a murder, black
like roberta flack
get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up
'cause the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin
it might sound strange in my rhyme
but im from the west coast
i cant change with the hands of time
what i am is what i am
if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn
black pecker's my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your gums split
while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill every cop I meet
I wanna burn down this house that swapped me
Im talkin smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the koreans and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of black human beings
OH! give it up, give it up
its time for the black folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town, motherfucker
so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the black vigilante
it cant be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan
feel the wrath of the afroman
let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers what im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take control of my destiny
I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT
if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it
fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz
i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is
revolution, revolution
revolution - thats the solution
i made the rap tape, i made the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!
ladadadadadadadadada
Nobody understand the Afroman
ladadadadadadadadada
fuck the police and the ku klux klan
ladadadadadadadadada
ima hungry hustla, east side young busta
Bacc 2 School - afroman lyrics
Man, my daddy told me
Boy, when I was your age
I had to walk 13 miles to school
I said, "Oh, is that why you didn't graduate?"
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Mama
(Mama)
Go to the University of Smoking Marijuana
(What?)
All of my friends go to USC
So I'm gonna tag along and hit the bong with them
Walkin' through the masses, lookin' for my classes
I can't concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with a chick
Baby, don't know, I'm an ex-convict
Walkin' round the campus with my 'fro and dick
Every twenty seconds, I'll be grabbin' my dick
Full of alcohol at the football games
Doin' more drugs than my nigga Rich James
My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate
It would take a miracle for me to graduate
Maybe I won't, maybe I will
Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coupe Deville
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
How do I party?
(Party)
And still pass
I hardly
(Hardly)
Ever go to class
Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal
If you bought it from me, it's illegal
'Cause I'm Afroman, the educated crip
On a rock cocaine scholarship, cook that crack until it's done
I use that for my Negro college fund
Broke minorities, sellin' dope to those bitches in sororities
She's drinkin' one too many 40's
She took her clothes off, now we're havin' orgys
Baby, I don't mean to act rude
But you told me you would never fuck a black dude
Colt 45 must have got you in the mood
To eat a fat dick like sum soul food
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Hey fellas, can I get jiggy with it? Hey, check this shit out right here
Hey homeboy, don't stress, I got the answers to the test
My college professer smokes a lot of grass
She's gonna make sure we pass
That's how you pass trigonometry
Sell dope to your teacher, use niggernometry
On the microphone, there's not a rapper bomb as me
And when the police pushin', nobody's calm as me
Wait a minute, you know what's fucked up
Black people in college act stuck up
So self-conscious, and insecure
You wanna speak back, but you really ain't sure
Look at me, what do you see?
You see the OG, you ashamed to be
So fuck you, you pretty little rich fat boy
You can suck my dick just like that boy
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
I said, "Honey
(Honey)
You got some sexy looks
You need money
(Money)
To buy your textbooks"
Get it wet, and I can get it hard
We can slide your vaginal credit card
Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl,
Before we study, can we smoke a little Buddha, girl?
Raise your shirt, lick the nipples on your hooters, girl
Open up your legs, baby you're the girl
Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl
You was playin' with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded
Down your thoat, and fuckin' exploded
Tell your prejudice dad and mom
To email their comments to suck my dick.com
Afro's the bomb, blowin' up like Vietnam
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Boy, when I was your age
I had to walk 13 miles to school
I said, "Oh, is that why you didn't graduate?"
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Mama
(Mama)
Go to the University of Smoking Marijuana
(What?)
All of my friends go to USC
So I'm gonna tag along and hit the bong with them
Walkin' through the masses, lookin' for my classes
I can't concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with a chick
Baby, don't know, I'm an ex-convict
Walkin' round the campus with my 'fro and dick
Every twenty seconds, I'll be grabbin' my dick
Full of alcohol at the football games
Doin' more drugs than my nigga Rich James
My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate
It would take a miracle for me to graduate
Maybe I won't, maybe I will
Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coupe Deville
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
How do I party?
(Party)
And still pass
I hardly
(Hardly)
Ever go to class
Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal
If you bought it from me, it's illegal
'Cause I'm Afroman, the educated crip
On a rock cocaine scholarship, cook that crack until it's done
I use that for my Negro college fund
Broke minorities, sellin' dope to those bitches in sororities
She's drinkin' one too many 40's
She took her clothes off, now we're havin' orgys
Baby, I don't mean to act rude
But you told me you would never fuck a black dude
Colt 45 must have got you in the mood
To eat a fat dick like sum soul food
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Hey fellas, can I get jiggy with it? Hey, check this shit out right here
Hey homeboy, don't stress, I got the answers to the test
My college professer smokes a lot of grass
She's gonna make sure we pass
That's how you pass trigonometry
Sell dope to your teacher, use niggernometry
On the microphone, there's not a rapper bomb as me
And when the police pushin', nobody's calm as me
Wait a minute, you know what's fucked up
Black people in college act stuck up
So self-conscious, and insecure
You wanna speak back, but you really ain't sure
Look at me, what do you see?
You see the OG, you ashamed to be
So fuck you, you pretty little rich fat boy
You can suck my dick just like that boy
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
I said, "Honey
(Honey)
You got some sexy looks
You need money
(Money)
To buy your textbooks"
Get it wet, and I can get it hard
We can slide your vaginal credit card
Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl,
Before we study, can we smoke a little Buddha, girl?
Raise your shirt, lick the nipples on your hooters, girl
Open up your legs, baby you're the girl
Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl
You was playin' with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded
Down your thoat, and fuckin' exploded
Tell your prejudice dad and mom
To email their comments to suck my dick.com
Afro's the bomb, blowin' up like Vietnam
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
God Has Smiled on Me - afroman lyrics
Yeah, I be acting crazy rapping nasty but don't get me wrong
I got sense I'ma thank God on this song
This song is dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died
But for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it
Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence
And it's not ironic Gods got a plan and purpose for your life man
The quarter piece quartet gonna help us sing it right about now
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Before I was a wild juvenile I used to be a mild Christian young child
I used to seek and seek search and search analyze everybody
In my church, a 1 2 I've seen a lot of hypocrites religious fakers
Deacon hungers and often takers when I turned 13
I thought church was fake I took all I could take so I took a lil' brake
I went to the world and bought a jerry curl and some crack to slice
So I can do my own thing the street life I didn't understand good
So I started gang banging to prove my manhood, yeah
Have fun baggin' the gun the baddest kid on the block
Was a Christian son went to the county jail
Not once but twice gambling with my life
With the dealing dice buucoooc
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
I got released in '94 told my mama I don't wanna get in trouble no mo'
I wanna find a job obtain some wealth be independent like you
And take care of my self, I stopped bangin' I really quit
But not the people that I got into it wit' back in the day
From Pompale to la they got beef wit' me homie up until this day
To make a long story short I stepped out the tub
Walked around the corner to the local night club
Sittin' at a table just doin' my thang
Just when I got approached by this rival gang
His gang and my gang just got into it I tried to explain
I didn't do it I told ya bro since '94 I been straight man
I don't mess around no more
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
You know what he said, man he got smart wit' me he said
Call the mortuary order some flowers you quit you're game
But we never quit ours
He got exited we started fist fightin' like Mike Tyson I was scratchin'
And bitin' a bunch of them started mobbing me threw me on the floor
And started robbing me the things that they took from me
Wasn't nothing major, wallet, Walkman cheap lil' pager
They took my food stamps, took my knife
Took me and tried to take my life
I tried to fight back but my efforts was useless
Ain't no need to make enough excuses
Amen I was on the ground getting beat down
8 different people kicking me around, I thought about all the bad things
I did when I ran from God as a little bitty kid no sign
No reason, no clue, no warning, no fare nobody cared
2 o'clock in the morning heavy licks they was layin' on me
But at the same time my momma she was prayin' for me
Lights from the helicopter filled the air and the police cars came
Every were I told Jesus I don't deserve You but let me live
And I'll serve You, God has smiled
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Sometimes when I'm drinking man I think about all my close calls
Ya know, what I'm saying the times I almost got shot
The times I was committing crimes almost got caught by the police
Man I think about car accidents that never happened
I think about home boys I speak to one day
Next day they catch 50 60 years maybe even rest in peace
You know what I'm saying but check this out man we still alive right?
God ain't through wit' us so let's put it down man
Stop all this madness know what I'm sayin'
Go on take care of some situations we need to take care of
And to all the homeboys who robbed me
Hey man I'm still alive so if y'all be so kind
Go down there and buy my tape man that will make up
Them food stamps y'all took from me right
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
I got sense I'ma thank God on this song
This song is dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died
But for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it
Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence
And it's not ironic Gods got a plan and purpose for your life man
The quarter piece quartet gonna help us sing it right about now
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Before I was a wild juvenile I used to be a mild Christian young child
I used to seek and seek search and search analyze everybody
In my church, a 1 2 I've seen a lot of hypocrites religious fakers
Deacon hungers and often takers when I turned 13
I thought church was fake I took all I could take so I took a lil' brake
I went to the world and bought a jerry curl and some crack to slice
So I can do my own thing the street life I didn't understand good
So I started gang banging to prove my manhood, yeah
Have fun baggin' the gun the baddest kid on the block
Was a Christian son went to the county jail
Not once but twice gambling with my life
With the dealing dice buucoooc
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
I got released in '94 told my mama I don't wanna get in trouble no mo'
I wanna find a job obtain some wealth be independent like you
And take care of my self, I stopped bangin' I really quit
But not the people that I got into it wit' back in the day
From Pompale to la they got beef wit' me homie up until this day
To make a long story short I stepped out the tub
Walked around the corner to the local night club
Sittin' at a table just doin' my thang
Just when I got approached by this rival gang
His gang and my gang just got into it I tried to explain
I didn't do it I told ya bro since '94 I been straight man
I don't mess around no more
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
You know what he said, man he got smart wit' me he said
Call the mortuary order some flowers you quit you're game
But we never quit ours
He got exited we started fist fightin' like Mike Tyson I was scratchin'
And bitin' a bunch of them started mobbing me threw me on the floor
And started robbing me the things that they took from me
Wasn't nothing major, wallet, Walkman cheap lil' pager
They took my food stamps, took my knife
Took me and tried to take my life
I tried to fight back but my efforts was useless
Ain't no need to make enough excuses
Amen I was on the ground getting beat down
8 different people kicking me around, I thought about all the bad things
I did when I ran from God as a little bitty kid no sign
No reason, no clue, no warning, no fare nobody cared
2 o'clock in the morning heavy licks they was layin' on me
But at the same time my momma she was prayin' for me
Lights from the helicopter filled the air and the police cars came
Every were I told Jesus I don't deserve You but let me live
And I'll serve You, God has smiled
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Sometimes when I'm drinking man I think about all my close calls
Ya know, what I'm saying the times I almost got shot
The times I was committing crimes almost got caught by the police
Man I think about car accidents that never happened
I think about home boys I speak to one day
Next day they catch 50 60 years maybe even rest in peace
You know what I'm saying but check this out man we still alive right?
God ain't through wit' us so let's put it down man
Stop all this madness know what I'm sayin'
Go on take care of some situations we need to take care of
And to all the homeboys who robbed me
Hey man I'm still alive so if y'all be so kind
Go down there and buy my tape man that will make up
Them food stamps y'all took from me right
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
"Because I Got High" (2000)
- Because I Got High - afroman lyrics
- Missisippi - afroman lyrics
- Girls - afroman lyrics
- You Ain't My Friend - afroman lyrics
- Hush - afroman lyrics
- Tumbleweed - afroman lyrics
- Dope Fiend - afroman lyrics
- She Won't Let Me Fuck - afroman lyrics
- Tall Cans - afroman lyrics
- Graveyard Shift - afroman lyrics
- Because I Got High (Radio Edit) - afroman lyrics
- American Dream - afroman lyrics
Because I Got High - afroman lyrics
It's Like, I don't care about nothin man,
roll another blunt, Yea (ohh ohh ohh),
La da da da da da La, Da Daaa,
La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
I am taking it next semester and I know why, (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
(La da da da da da da da da)
Now I am a paraplegic and i know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why, yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
La da da da da da, La da da da, Shoop shooby doo wop.
Get jiggy wit it, skibbidy bee bop diddy do wahhh
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
(hey where the cluck at cuz) [clucks]
Well my name is afroman and I'm from east pomdale (east-pom-dale)
and all the tolweed I be smokin is bomb as helllllll (excelent delivery)
I don't beleive in Hitler, that's what I said (oh my goodness)
so all of you skins (skins) please give me more head
roll another blunt, Yea (ohh ohh ohh),
La da da da da da La, Da Daaa,
La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
I am taking it next semester and I know why, (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
(La da da da da da da da da)
Now I am a paraplegic and i know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why, yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
La da da da da da, La da da da, Shoop shooby doo wop.
Get jiggy wit it, skibbidy bee bop diddy do wahhh
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
(hey where the cluck at cuz) [clucks]
Well my name is afroman and I'm from east pomdale (east-pom-dale)
and all the tolweed I be smokin is bomb as helllllll (excelent delivery)
I don't beleive in Hitler, that's what I said (oh my goodness)
so all of you skins (skins) please give me more head
Missisippi - afroman lyrics
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life
But Palmdale over with homeboy
I'm fittin to go home 'cause)
Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
To Mississippi
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family 'cause)
Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
To Mississippi
(You shmell me homeboy
Yeah, take them fools back to '82 'cause)
Before South Central, Palmdale flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in Laurel
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin "Keep it crunckin Clyde"?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
To Waynesboro
Fuck their little homegirl
Make her toes curl
Rock their world
Leave with their Auntie Sheryl
She sucks me sucks me
Fucks me fucks me
Cries every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup
Cause I gots to go
Scoop another ho
From Tupelo
Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in Meridian
Make that bitch rub her clit again
Pinch the nipples on her tit again
Suck my dick until she spit again
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Way down yonder in East Bouche
Cops be sweatin outta town dog
Sniffin my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and shit
Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star
Cuffed in the back of some police car
Did you find the gun? NO
Did you find the dope? NO
Open up the back door ???Well son, you're free to go???
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo
Flossed like a cholow
In a clean low glow
Come on let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Get nervous
As I swerve this
Cadillac through Purvis
Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal
Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go
So I'ma drive slow
Hide my fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
Last summer y'all
I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and June
Down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I be diggin
All the pretty young women in Wiggins
On the boat
Gulfport
I got my dick down some girl's throat
I can't help it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
Hula Hula Hula
The whole house ruler
What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small cities
But they still got big ole asses plus titties
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler Afroman
Flyin through the air in my underwear
Geri curl activator in my hair
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always gettin plenty panty action
McClaine, even McComb
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
I got the weed brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
Depend on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll Phillies
With all the Hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
Buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a part of it
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the latest
I'm the greatest
And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or should I say loc
Cause you my folk
So let's take a toke
Till we croak
I'm a locsta locsta
Hundred spokesta
Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
But Palmdale over with homeboy
I'm fittin to go home 'cause)
Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
To Mississippi
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family 'cause)
Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
To Mississippi
(You shmell me homeboy
Yeah, take them fools back to '82 'cause)
Before South Central, Palmdale flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in Laurel
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin "Keep it crunckin Clyde"?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
To Waynesboro
Fuck their little homegirl
Make her toes curl
Rock their world
Leave with their Auntie Sheryl
She sucks me sucks me
Fucks me fucks me
Cries every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup
Cause I gots to go
Scoop another ho
From Tupelo
Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in Meridian
Make that bitch rub her clit again
Pinch the nipples on her tit again
Suck my dick until she spit again
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Way down yonder in East Bouche
Cops be sweatin outta town dog
Sniffin my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and shit
Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star
Cuffed in the back of some police car
Did you find the gun? NO
Did you find the dope? NO
Open up the back door ???Well son, you're free to go???
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo
Flossed like a cholow
In a clean low glow
Come on let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Get nervous
As I swerve this
Cadillac through Purvis
Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal
Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go
So I'ma drive slow
Hide my fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
Last summer y'all
I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and June
Down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I be diggin
All the pretty young women in Wiggins
On the boat
Gulfport
I got my dick down some girl's throat
I can't help it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
Hula Hula Hula
The whole house ruler
What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small cities
But they still got big ole asses plus titties
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler Afroman
Flyin through the air in my underwear
Geri curl activator in my hair
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always gettin plenty panty action
McClaine, even McComb
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
I got the weed brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
Depend on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll Phillies
With all the Hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
Buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a part of it
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the latest
I'm the greatest
And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or should I say loc
Cause you my folk
So let's take a toke
Till we croak
I'm a locsta locsta
Hundred spokesta
Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
Girls - afroman lyrics
Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay, loco, sing that one more time sound good, 'cuz)
Girls, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light, loc, a tell that girl over there
My name is Afroman)
I like 'em short, I like 'em tall
I like 'em big, I like 'em small
I like 'em with hair, I like 'em bald
To make a long story short, I like 'em all
I like this girl, I like that girl
I like the skinny girl, I like the fat girl
I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl Ms. 'Goodie Goodie Two Shoes'
Girls
(I like the girls, sing it ya'll)
I like the girls
(You know I do, I'm so in love with you)
Girls
(Oh, baby)
I like the girls
(You gotta understand, I can't operate with no man)
I like 'em shy, I like 'em bold
I like 'em young, I like 'em old
I like 'em smart, I like 'em dumb
I like women anyway they come
Man, I like 'em when they're beautiful
I like 'em when they're ugly
I like it when they ignore me
I like it when they bug me
Ain't a woman that I don't like
I got drunk one time and tried to talk to a dyke
Girls
(I love the girls, yeah)
I like the girls
(Adam gave up his rib so I could take
A hot mama back the crib)
Girls
(I love you, baby, yeah)
I like the girls
(Hey, lady, I'm the hungry hustler Afroman)
I like the wrong girl, I like the right girl
I like the black girl, I like the white girl
I like the brown girl, I like the yellow girl
I like the rich girl, I like the ghetto girl
I like the nice girl, I like the mean girl
Outer space, I even got a green girl
I like the city girl, I like the country girl
Don't let me get high and get the munchies, girl
Girls
(When I'm 99, I'ma have me a woman that's fine)
I like the girls
(Make love and have a heart attack
Cum and go at the same time)
Girls
(Afroman, yeah, Afroman)
I like the girls
Ay man, I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood
When I was a little kid, check it out, man
I met Lil' Red Riding hood
We took a ride to my hood and I rode her real good
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
To make Red Riding Hood holler and scream
I said, ?Boom, bang, pop, pow
Grandmama can't help ya now
When you're on all fours like a horse on her hoof
I'm Afroman, the Big Bad Wolf?
Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(A both, y'all say yeah, yeah)
Girls
(I like the girls)
I like the girls
(You know why? 'Cause I'm a locsta, locsta hundred spokesta)
Girls, they gotta be the most precious commodity
My brain's like the ocean but nothing is swimming
Through my head except naked women
Of course I wanna have sex with you
Do I look like I'm a homosexual?
All you feminists hate my guts
But girl, you gonna love these nuts
Girls
(Yeah, we gonna break it down, you understand me)
I like the girls
(All my G-mosobies up there in Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia)
Girls
(I'm smokin' tumbleweed with all my homies from
Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie)
I like the girls
(Ay, man, check out this song we used to
Sing when we was little kids, right)
My girl got two big lips, taste like potato chips
My girl got two big boobs just like two inter tubes
My girl got two big hips just like two battleships
My girl got real long hair down to her underwear
My girl gotta slender waste
Her favorite seat is on my face
I got taste, I got taste
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay, loco, sing that one more time sound good, 'cuz)
Girls, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light, loc, a tell that girl over there
My name is Afroman)
I like 'em short, I like 'em tall
I like 'em big, I like 'em small
I like 'em with hair, I like 'em bald
To make a long story short, I like 'em all
I like this girl, I like that girl
I like the skinny girl, I like the fat girl
I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl Ms. 'Goodie Goodie Two Shoes'
Girls
(I like the girls, sing it ya'll)
I like the girls
(You know I do, I'm so in love with you)
Girls
(Oh, baby)
I like the girls
(You gotta understand, I can't operate with no man)
I like 'em shy, I like 'em bold
I like 'em young, I like 'em old
I like 'em smart, I like 'em dumb
I like women anyway they come
Man, I like 'em when they're beautiful
I like 'em when they're ugly
I like it when they ignore me
I like it when they bug me
Ain't a woman that I don't like
I got drunk one time and tried to talk to a dyke
Girls
(I love the girls, yeah)
I like the girls
(Adam gave up his rib so I could take
A hot mama back the crib)
Girls
(I love you, baby, yeah)
I like the girls
(Hey, lady, I'm the hungry hustler Afroman)
I like the wrong girl, I like the right girl
I like the black girl, I like the white girl
I like the brown girl, I like the yellow girl
I like the rich girl, I like the ghetto girl
I like the nice girl, I like the mean girl
Outer space, I even got a green girl
I like the city girl, I like the country girl
Don't let me get high and get the munchies, girl
Girls
(When I'm 99, I'ma have me a woman that's fine)
I like the girls
(Make love and have a heart attack
Cum and go at the same time)
Girls
(Afroman, yeah, Afroman)
I like the girls
Ay man, I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood
When I was a little kid, check it out, man
I met Lil' Red Riding hood
We took a ride to my hood and I rode her real good
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
To make Red Riding Hood holler and scream
I said, ?Boom, bang, pop, pow
Grandmama can't help ya now
When you're on all fours like a horse on her hoof
I'm Afroman, the Big Bad Wolf?
Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(A both, y'all say yeah, yeah)
Girls
(I like the girls)
I like the girls
(You know why? 'Cause I'm a locsta, locsta hundred spokesta)
Girls, they gotta be the most precious commodity
My brain's like the ocean but nothing is swimming
Through my head except naked women
Of course I wanna have sex with you
Do I look like I'm a homosexual?
All you feminists hate my guts
But girl, you gonna love these nuts
Girls
(Yeah, we gonna break it down, you understand me)
I like the girls
(All my G-mosobies up there in Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia)
Girls
(I'm smokin' tumbleweed with all my homies from
Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie)
I like the girls
(Ay, man, check out this song we used to
Sing when we was little kids, right)
My girl got two big lips, taste like potato chips
My girl got two big boobs just like two inter tubes
My girl got two big hips just like two battleships
My girl got real long hair down to her underwear
My girl gotta slender waste
Her favorite seat is on my face
I got taste, I got taste
You Ain't My Friend - afroman lyrics
When you born in this world
You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
And you get this illusion of friendship
You know what I'm saying man
But as you get older, you notice
You notice people trying to take advantage of you
You notice people trying to like manipulate you
Then all of the sudden, homeboy, it hits you
And you realize, you ain't got no friends 'cause
Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, you know I gotta get on down
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back
'Cause I might get jacked, gotta pack my gun
Gettin' beat up ain't no fun, yeah, baby, baby
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend
You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend
Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend
When it comes to friends I ain't got none
All I got is a double barrel shotgun
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
Lookin' at me with an empty hand
You always talkin' but you never listen
When you ride in my car CDs come up missin'
And that's strange
Damn, what happened to my loose change
If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
Now you eatin' on chips and drinkin' on a soda LOC
Lookin' at me smilin'
But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin'
Fools always act like they down with me
But they never wanna go outta town with me
Flip about four or five pounds with me
Get a motel sleep on the ground with me
But when I get back with my money stacked
All the homies start beggin' and talkin' smack
Tryin' to scheme and plot on the cash I got
A 'cause go head and shake the spot
We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend
You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend
Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend
I used to be a gang member, now I'ma gangsta
I don't trust he she him nor her, there's no honor among thieves
Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise
I stopped kickin' back with my homeboys
That same mother fucker that's shakin' ya hand
Be the first one to rat to the police man
Just when you think you've found a buddy
Get drunk and your buddy start actin' nutty
Now isn't this an excellent adventure
He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
Crazy, as it seems, Afroman gotta million dreams
I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
Get into a brawl over nothing at all
I got plans but you don't believe 'em
Hangin' round you I'll never achieve 'em
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
A, this one for all the loners out there
I ain't got no family, I ain't got no friends
Only thing that I have is a big fat bottle of gin
Make me feel all right, make me feel all right
Soothe me till I'm satisfied, yeah make me feel all right
I got the gangsta blues, yeah got the gangsta blues
Stacy Adams shoes with the gangsta blues
Do the crip walk, do the crip walk
A everybody, do the crip walk
A 'cause, do the crip walk
Do the crip walk, do the crip walk
Nobody loves me but my mama and I think she's lying too
I could never be your friend homeboy and I ain't trying to
Women can't stand, Afroman
Cops can't stand, Afroman
My wife can't stand, Afroman
My kids can't stand, Afroman
My mama can't stand, Afroman
My daddy can't stand, Afroman
'Cause I'ma gangsta baby, I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma hustler sug, I'ma hustler sug
Ain't got no job, ain't got no friends
But whatever you need, baby I'm gonna get
'Cause I'ma hustler baby, I made my point
So pass the joint, can I get a light?
That's all right
You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
And you get this illusion of friendship
You know what I'm saying man
But as you get older, you notice
You notice people trying to take advantage of you
You notice people trying to like manipulate you
Then all of the sudden, homeboy, it hits you
And you realize, you ain't got no friends 'cause
Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, you know I gotta get on down
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back
'Cause I might get jacked, gotta pack my gun
Gettin' beat up ain't no fun, yeah, baby, baby
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend
You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend
Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend
When it comes to friends I ain't got none
All I got is a double barrel shotgun
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
Lookin' at me with an empty hand
You always talkin' but you never listen
When you ride in my car CDs come up missin'
And that's strange
Damn, what happened to my loose change
If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
Now you eatin' on chips and drinkin' on a soda LOC
Lookin' at me smilin'
But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin'
Fools always act like they down with me
But they never wanna go outta town with me
Flip about four or five pounds with me
Get a motel sleep on the ground with me
But when I get back with my money stacked
All the homies start beggin' and talkin' smack
Tryin' to scheme and plot on the cash I got
A 'cause go head and shake the spot
We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend
You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend
Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend
I used to be a gang member, now I'ma gangsta
I don't trust he she him nor her, there's no honor among thieves
Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise
I stopped kickin' back with my homeboys
That same mother fucker that's shakin' ya hand
Be the first one to rat to the police man
Just when you think you've found a buddy
Get drunk and your buddy start actin' nutty
Now isn't this an excellent adventure
He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
Crazy, as it seems, Afroman gotta million dreams
I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
Get into a brawl over nothing at all
I got plans but you don't believe 'em
Hangin' round you I'll never achieve 'em
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
A, this one for all the loners out there
I ain't got no family, I ain't got no friends
Only thing that I have is a big fat bottle of gin
Make me feel all right, make me feel all right
Soothe me till I'm satisfied, yeah make me feel all right
I got the gangsta blues, yeah got the gangsta blues
Stacy Adams shoes with the gangsta blues
Do the crip walk, do the crip walk
A everybody, do the crip walk
A 'cause, do the crip walk
Do the crip walk, do the crip walk
Nobody loves me but my mama and I think she's lying too
I could never be your friend homeboy and I ain't trying to
Women can't stand, Afroman
Cops can't stand, Afroman
My wife can't stand, Afroman
My kids can't stand, Afroman
My mama can't stand, Afroman
My daddy can't stand, Afroman
'Cause I'ma gangsta baby, I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma hustler sug, I'ma hustler sug
Ain't got no job, ain't got no friends
But whatever you need, baby I'm gonna get
'Cause I'ma hustler baby, I made my point
So pass the joint, can I get a light?
That's all right
Hush - afroman lyrics
Hush, hush, somebody's callin' my name
Hush, hush, somebody's callin' my name
Hush, hush, somebody's callin' my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
Sounds like Jesus, somebody's callin' my name
Sounds like Jesus and somebody's callin' my name
Sounds like Jesus, somebody's callin' my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
I'm so glad that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad, yeah that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad, I'm glad that trouble don't last always
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
I gotta feelin' that everything is gonna be all right
I gotta feelin' everything i's gonna be all right
I gotta feelin' that everything's gonna be all right
Be all right, be all right, be all right
A man it's funny 'cause I learnt this song when I was a little kid
When I went to visit my granddaddy down there in Mobile, Alabama
He stayed in this place called trendy garden you know what I'm sayin'?
He used to grow his vegetables right there on the side of the house
And every now and then he'd get me
To help him out know what I'm sayin'?
And as he was like weedin' out his garden and everything
He'd sing all kinda tunes and hymns know what I'm sayin'?
And sometime he'd sing the same one
Like over and over and over again, you know what I'm sayin'?
He'd get tired of singin' the words
Sometimes he'd take a sip of his water outta that glass jar
Set it back down and while we was plantin' them collard greens
He'd hum it, just like this right here
Help me out 'cause you know how we used to do it
It gets all in my hands, it gets all in my feet
It makes me wanna sing my song to every little girl I meet
It gets all in my heart, it gets down in my sole
It comes straight out my mouth and then I lose control
'Cause I, I got this feelin' that everything's gonna be all right
Be all right, be all right, be all right
Hush, hush, somebody's callin' my name
Hush, hush, somebody's callin' my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
Sounds like Jesus, somebody's callin' my name
Sounds like Jesus and somebody's callin' my name
Sounds like Jesus, somebody's callin' my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
I'm so glad that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad, yeah that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad, I'm glad that trouble don't last always
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
I gotta feelin' that everything is gonna be all right
I gotta feelin' everything i's gonna be all right
I gotta feelin' that everything's gonna be all right
Be all right, be all right, be all right
A man it's funny 'cause I learnt this song when I was a little kid
When I went to visit my granddaddy down there in Mobile, Alabama
He stayed in this place called trendy garden you know what I'm sayin'?
He used to grow his vegetables right there on the side of the house
And every now and then he'd get me
To help him out know what I'm sayin'?
And as he was like weedin' out his garden and everything
He'd sing all kinda tunes and hymns know what I'm sayin'?
And sometime he'd sing the same one
Like over and over and over again, you know what I'm sayin'?
He'd get tired of singin' the words
Sometimes he'd take a sip of his water outta that glass jar
Set it back down and while we was plantin' them collard greens
He'd hum it, just like this right here
Help me out 'cause you know how we used to do it
It gets all in my hands, it gets all in my feet
It makes me wanna sing my song to every little girl I meet
It gets all in my heart, it gets down in my sole
It comes straight out my mouth and then I lose control
'Cause I, I got this feelin' that everything's gonna be all right
Be all right, be all right, be all right
Tumbleweed - afroman lyrics
It's been a long, long time I've been smoking, smoking marijuana
It takes me out of my ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It's been a long, long time I've been smoking, smoking marijuana
It takes me out of my ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It puts my mind at ease
Indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away
Beyond the palm trees
But I gotta keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed
I like to go to Palm Dale, sit by the fountain
I light up a fat one gazing at the snow capped mountains
I like to go to Palm Dale, sit by the fountain
Light up a fat one gazing at the snow capped mountains
Baby please don't nag
Go and get me the Zig Zag
And my problems will blow away
Like a plastic bag
But I gotta keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed
I need to get a job and that's not funny
'Cause me be smoking too much ganja and me running out of money
I've got to lie to the man, tell him that I've never been arrested
I've got to go to the clinic baby, I've got to get drug tested
I got no food for my stomach
Got no gas for my Coupe De Ville
I've got to walk to the supermarket
For some golden seal
'Cuz everyday I be smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
And I be choking and a choking and a choking on
And I be selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed, yeah
I said the black man smoking
If he's a slow bro
I said the Mexican smoking
If he's a cholo
I said the Creole smoking
Down in Mississippi
I said the white man smoking
If he's a hippie
It puts my mind at ease
Indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away
Beyond the palm trees
But I've got to keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed, yeah
It puts my mind at ease
Indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away
Beyond the palm trees
But I've got to keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed, yeah
My tumbleweed, yeah
It takes me out of my ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It's been a long, long time I've been smoking, smoking marijuana
It takes me out of my ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It puts my mind at ease
Indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away
Beyond the palm trees
But I gotta keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed
I like to go to Palm Dale, sit by the fountain
I light up a fat one gazing at the snow capped mountains
I like to go to Palm Dale, sit by the fountain
Light up a fat one gazing at the snow capped mountains
Baby please don't nag
Go and get me the Zig Zag
And my problems will blow away
Like a plastic bag
But I gotta keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed
I need to get a job and that's not funny
'Cause me be smoking too much ganja and me running out of money
I've got to lie to the man, tell him that I've never been arrested
I've got to go to the clinic baby, I've got to get drug tested
I got no food for my stomach
Got no gas for my Coupe De Ville
I've got to walk to the supermarket
For some golden seal
'Cuz everyday I be smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
And I be choking and a choking and a choking on
And I be selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed, yeah
I said the black man smoking
If he's a slow bro
I said the Mexican smoking
If he's a cholo
I said the Creole smoking
Down in Mississippi
I said the white man smoking
If he's a hippie
It puts my mind at ease
Indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away
Beyond the palm trees
But I've got to keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed, yeah
It puts my mind at ease
Indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away
Beyond the palm trees
But I've got to keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on
I keep choking and a choking and a choking on
I keep selling and a selling and inhaling
My tumbleweed, yeah
My tumbleweed, yeah
Dope Fiend - afroman lyrics
Will somebody call me a cab?
I swallowed another tab
I might overdose under the circumstance
So betta yet call me an ambulance
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
I used to smoke marijuana when I was a kid
Now I'm trippin on acid
I'm high on every drug known to mankind
So go ahead and pass it
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
My designated driver was this girl
Her name was Carolyn
But I can't go home
'Cause she just died from an overdose of heroin
She's a dopefiend, baby, she don't know why
All she wants to do is get high
Between her legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
This butt naked girl sat next to me
And offered me some ecstasy
Then she gave me a big fat kiss
With a mouth full of LSD
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
Wave your hands in the air
Then wave it like you just don't care
If you got on clean underwear, somebody say
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Check it out all the homeboys gather round 'cuz
Repeat after me
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
My hands are shakin', my nose is twitchin'
My eyeballs are real gigantic
I'm layin' in bed, with a throbbin' head
And I'm trippin' on widespread panic
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
Hell yeah, a man, I'm gonna do some impersonations right
A, the first one is a mixture between the lead singer of the B-52's
And Robert Smith from the cure right
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses 'cuz
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country
Maybe I didn't fuck you but little darling don't cry
The fact is I masturbated about an hour before you came by
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
On the road again
Open up your legs and let me stick it in
My favorite past time is making love to my girlfriend
I can't wait to shoot my load again
Shoot my load again
Stick my dick some where it's never been
I swallowed another tab
I might overdose under the circumstance
So betta yet call me an ambulance
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
I used to smoke marijuana when I was a kid
Now I'm trippin on acid
I'm high on every drug known to mankind
So go ahead and pass it
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
My designated driver was this girl
Her name was Carolyn
But I can't go home
'Cause she just died from an overdose of heroin
She's a dopefiend, baby, she don't know why
All she wants to do is get high
Between her legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
This butt naked girl sat next to me
And offered me some ecstasy
Then she gave me a big fat kiss
With a mouth full of LSD
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
Wave your hands in the air
Then wave it like you just don't care
If you got on clean underwear, somebody say
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Check it out all the homeboys gather round 'cuz
Repeat after me
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
My hands are shakin', my nose is twitchin'
My eyeballs are real gigantic
I'm layin' in bed, with a throbbin' head
And I'm trippin' on widespread panic
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
Hell yeah, a man, I'm gonna do some impersonations right
A, the first one is a mixture between the lead singer of the B-52's
And Robert Smith from the cure right
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses 'cuz
'Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
'Cause I'ma nymphomaniac
Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country
Maybe I didn't fuck you but little darling don't cry
The fact is I masturbated about an hour before you came by
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
On the road again
Open up your legs and let me stick it in
My favorite past time is making love to my girlfriend
I can't wait to shoot my load again
Shoot my load again
Stick my dick some where it's never been
She Won't Let Me Fuck - afroman lyrics
Hey sugar, how you doing, huh
Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude
What you mean where my girl
Probably with your man
Can we fuck?
She won't let me fuck
(Baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)
She won't let me fuck
(Honey)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)
It's so frustrating, yeah
Being a man
All these sexy women
Don't understand
Things we need to do, yeah
Every other day or two
Like take you home, baby yeah
And make sweet love to you
But you you won't let me fuck
She won't let me fuck
(You say the mood ain't right, uh)
I really need to bust a nut
(I know that pussy's tight)
She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)
Her heart is still broken
Her emotions are sore
She's trying to recover
From the man before
Her ex-boyfriend
He probably can't see
That it was easy for him
But, uh, he made it hard for me
'Cause she, she won't let me fuck
She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(You know just what I need, yeah)
She won't let me fuck
(Girl, you eating all my food)
(Girl drinking all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut
(You're smoking all my weed, yeah)
You rub your ass against me
On the disco floor
I asked you for your number
And you said hell no
You always hang around me everyday
Different women wanna kick it
But you scare them away
Now I get up ended
When you come around
'Cause I'm tired of my organs
Going up and down
That sucks
'Cause she won't let me fuck
She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Don't play with my head again)
She won't let me fuck
(Let me hit it, baby)
(Yeah, let me hit it, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Are you a lesbian)
Oh, let me lick it baby
Yeah, let me stick it, honey
I'll give you my money
Girl, you can have it all
Go ahead and have a ball
If you want you can take ?em both, baby
In the year 2000
I see thousand
Of pretty young women
I found arousin'
Grocery store shoppin'
Magazine browsin'
Many different ways
To keep their hair styles in
Full of boredom
I walk toward 'em
Get 'em close to me
'Cause I'm suppose to be
Male aggressor
Female impresser
Say the right things
Possibly undress her
But that's the post game
This is still the pre game
Silly woman she game
Baby, what's your name
Even though I'm a freak
I play it off like a college geek
Crack a smile and politely speak
With intelligent to the women I select
Hoping that she don't detect
My egotistical chauvinistical lust
I thrust till I scream like Mystikal
Yah!
The wrong message I hope I'm not sendin
Laughin' and pretendin' my dick's not extendin'
Can't be over zealous she might discover
She's walking away, bitch, blew my cover
She won't let me fuck
(You know I love it)
I really need to bust a nut
(Please don't change the subject)
She won't let me fuck
(We could've fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut
(But your telephone number is bone)
She won't let me fuck
(Girl, you got a lot to give)
I really need to bust a nut
(You dress so provocative, yeah)
She won't let me fuck
(I can see your lingerie from real far away)
I really need to bust a nut
(Bitch, you must think I'm gay)
Aw, don't make me beg
Baby, let me rub your leg
Don't make me cry
Look into my eyes
Girl you so damn pretty
Stop acting so [unverified]
Let me rub some oil on your ti hahaha
Yo I'm up outta here she don't want to fuck 'cuz
Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude
What you mean where my girl
Probably with your man
Can we fuck?
She won't let me fuck
(Baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)
She won't let me fuck
(Honey)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)
It's so frustrating, yeah
Being a man
All these sexy women
Don't understand
Things we need to do, yeah
Every other day or two
Like take you home, baby yeah
And make sweet love to you
But you you won't let me fuck
She won't let me fuck
(You say the mood ain't right, uh)
I really need to bust a nut
(I know that pussy's tight)
She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)
Her heart is still broken
Her emotions are sore
She's trying to recover
From the man before
Her ex-boyfriend
He probably can't see
That it was easy for him
But, uh, he made it hard for me
'Cause she, she won't let me fuck
She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(You know just what I need, yeah)
She won't let me fuck
(Girl, you eating all my food)
(Girl drinking all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut
(You're smoking all my weed, yeah)
You rub your ass against me
On the disco floor
I asked you for your number
And you said hell no
You always hang around me everyday
Different women wanna kick it
But you scare them away
Now I get up ended
When you come around
'Cause I'm tired of my organs
Going up and down
That sucks
'Cause she won't let me fuck
She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Don't play with my head again)
She won't let me fuck
(Let me hit it, baby)
(Yeah, let me hit it, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Are you a lesbian)
Oh, let me lick it baby
Yeah, let me stick it, honey
I'll give you my money
Girl, you can have it all
Go ahead and have a ball
If you want you can take ?em both, baby
In the year 2000
I see thousand
Of pretty young women
I found arousin'
Grocery store shoppin'
Magazine browsin'
Many different ways
To keep their hair styles in
Full of boredom
I walk toward 'em
Get 'em close to me
'Cause I'm suppose to be
Male aggressor
Female impresser
Say the right things
Possibly undress her
But that's the post game
This is still the pre game
Silly woman she game
Baby, what's your name
Even though I'm a freak
I play it off like a college geek
Crack a smile and politely speak
With intelligent to the women I select
Hoping that she don't detect
My egotistical chauvinistical lust
I thrust till I scream like Mystikal
Yah!
The wrong message I hope I'm not sendin
Laughin' and pretendin' my dick's not extendin'
Can't be over zealous she might discover
She's walking away, bitch, blew my cover
She won't let me fuck
(You know I love it)
I really need to bust a nut
(Please don't change the subject)
She won't let me fuck
(We could've fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut
(But your telephone number is bone)
She won't let me fuck
(Girl, you got a lot to give)
I really need to bust a nut
(You dress so provocative, yeah)
She won't let me fuck
(I can see your lingerie from real far away)
I really need to bust a nut
(Bitch, you must think I'm gay)
Aw, don't make me beg
Baby, let me rub your leg
Don't make me cry
Look into my eyes
Girl you so damn pretty
Stop acting so [unverified]
Let me rub some oil on your ti hahaha
Yo I'm up outta here she don't want to fuck 'cuz
Tall Cans - afroman lyrics
Ahh shit! Shit! Shit
Now I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Now I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homies pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that mother uh! Staggerin' from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin'
Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin'
Now just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
See these girls be actin' all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I got no fame, I got no wealth
So I whined up dancin' by my goddamn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin' attitude switch
So I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
I stepped into this party full of Mexicans
I didn't realize I was the only black man
One hand on my bottle, the other on my Peter
I barked like a dog and started freakin' senoritas
I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup
She kept on steppin' back so I kept on steppin' up
This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head
I knew if I moved I was officially dead
That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit
That ain't the first time that I got confronted
[Foreign content] get the fuck outta here
I said I'm gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer
'Cause I'm just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Well I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homie pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that knucklehead staggerin' from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin' won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother fucking old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin'
Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin'
I'm just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Now these women be actin' all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
You see I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
You act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I got no fame, I got no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my god-damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin' attitude switch
So I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
...
Now I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Now I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homies pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that mother uh! Staggerin' from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin'
Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin'
Now just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
See these girls be actin' all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I got no fame, I got no wealth
So I whined up dancin' by my goddamn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin' attitude switch
So I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
I stepped into this party full of Mexicans
I didn't realize I was the only black man
One hand on my bottle, the other on my Peter
I barked like a dog and started freakin' senoritas
I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup
She kept on steppin' back so I kept on steppin' up
This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head
I knew if I moved I was officially dead
That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit
That ain't the first time that I got confronted
[Foreign content] get the fuck outta here
I said I'm gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer
'Cause I'm just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Well I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homie pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that knucklehead staggerin' from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin' won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother fucking old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin'
Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin'
I'm just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Now these women be actin' all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
You see I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
You act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I got no fame, I got no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my god-damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin' attitude switch
So I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
...
Graveyard Shift - afroman lyrics
"Is night shift okay with you?"
"Yes"
"Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie"
Graveyard shift ain't never dead
We go to work when people go to bed
We got a tremendous work overload
The boss don't care about the dress code
So, if your hair's messed up, come on in
Nobody don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm fantasizin' about a six fo'
Broke as hell, moppin' the flo
I don't know but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's almost time for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women they got
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay woke
(Yeah)
We takin' it easy though times are hard
Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard
And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future
Don't even trip if you feel tired
Take a little nap, you won't get fired
Drink a little beer , smoke you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Party, on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the graveyard shift
(Oh yeah, alright now)
(You don't have to slave)
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)
Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood grocery store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids
Playin' frisbee with the trash can lids
When the boss man comes, baby we don't run
He's a fool like us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder
Play the radio just a little bit louder
DJ playin' that midnight mix
(Mix)
Dance contest on isle number six
(Six)
Bumpin' that old school too short rhyme
(Uh)
Got the homeboys in a soul train line
If you wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild
If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it
If you get hungry, grab something and eat it
(Ha,ha)
Drinkin' in the back with my home girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house from the corporate world
Act like a fool 'til the break of dawn
Yellin' curse words on the intercom
Drag racin' with the fork lift
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift
(You know what I'm sayin'? Ha)
Party on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard shift
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't have to slave, oh yeah)
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Break it down, fellas)
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
I never would work on daytime
(Daytime)
Graveyard shift is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime jobs are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)
So, I work graveyard shift like a skeleton
(Yeah)
An afro-classic is what I am
I drive to work without a traffic jam
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother
Always lookin' out for each other
Speak up fo' ya like I lawyer
If you come late, we'll punch the clock fo' ya
We gots no money but we got pride
If you car break down I'll give you a ride
'Cause the corporate world is oh so cold
To the people at the bottom of the totem pole
Divided we fall, together we stand
What you need? Get it from the Afroman
I'm not a thief but I got the hook up
For the barbecue ribs you wanna cook up
And if you need somebody to get drunk with
Call the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')
Party on the graveyard shift
(If the boss lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Party on the graveyard shift
(Hey, so watch my back
'Cuz tap on the window or something, ha, ha)
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
Happiness is hard to find
Happiness is a state of mind
It can't be found in fame or wealth
It's found real deep inside yourself
Brothers, stop singin' the blues
Throw parties and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life
Play with your kids and make love to your wife
Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack
Have a good time before Christ comes back
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift
Party on the graveyard shift
Party on the graveyard shift
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
(Hey, check this out loco)
No dental plan, no Medicare
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man don't care
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no union no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Dirty uniforms and a short paycheck
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Workin' minimum wage everyday
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We gotta get over some kinda way
(Come on man)
"Yes"
"Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie"
Graveyard shift ain't never dead
We go to work when people go to bed
We got a tremendous work overload
The boss don't care about the dress code
So, if your hair's messed up, come on in
Nobody don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm fantasizin' about a six fo'
Broke as hell, moppin' the flo
I don't know but I gots the hunch
(What's that?)
That it's almost time for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women they got
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke
(Why?)
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay woke
(Yeah)
We takin' it easy though times are hard
Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard
And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future
Don't even trip if you feel tired
Take a little nap, you won't get fired
Drink a little beer , smoke you a spliff
(Beer, spliff)
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)
Party, on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, party)
Party, on the graveyard shift
(Oh yeah, alright now)
(You don't have to slave)
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Oh)
Hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me, 'Fro
('Cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood grocery store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids
Playin' frisbee with the trash can lids
When the boss man comes, baby we don't run
He's a fool like us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder
Play the radio just a little bit louder
DJ playin' that midnight mix
(Mix)
Dance contest on isle number six
(Six)
Bumpin' that old school too short rhyme
(Uh)
Got the homeboys in a soul train line
If you wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild
If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it
If you get hungry, grab something and eat it
(Ha,ha)
Drinkin' in the back with my home girl
(Yeah)
The beer's on the house from the corporate world
Act like a fool 'til the break of dawn
Yellin' curse words on the intercom
Drag racin' with the fork lift
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift
(You know what I'm sayin'? Ha)
Party on the graveyard shift
(Yeah, everyday)
Party on the graveyard shift
(Alright, yeah)
(You don't have to slave, oh yeah)
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
(Break it down, fellas)
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
I never would work on daytime
(Daytime)
Graveyard shift is my play time
(Playtime)
Daytime jobs are flaky
(Flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin
(What? Gelatin)
So, I work graveyard shift like a skeleton
(Yeah)
An afro-classic is what I am
I drive to work without a traffic jam
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother
Always lookin' out for each other
Speak up fo' ya like I lawyer
If you come late, we'll punch the clock fo' ya
We gots no money but we got pride
If you car break down I'll give you a ride
'Cause the corporate world is oh so cold
To the people at the bottom of the totem pole
Divided we fall, together we stand
What you need? Get it from the Afroman
I'm not a thief but I got the hook up
For the barbecue ribs you wanna cook up
And if you need somebody to get drunk with
Call the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')
Party on the graveyard shift
(If the boss lookin' for me
I'm in my car asleep, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Party on the graveyard shift
(Hey, so watch my back
'Cuz tap on the window or something, ha, ha)
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
Happiness is hard to find
Happiness is a state of mind
It can't be found in fame or wealth
It's found real deep inside yourself
Brothers, stop singin' the blues
Throw parties and barbecues
Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life
Play with your kids and make love to your wife
Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack
Have a good time before Christ comes back
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift
Party on the graveyard shift
Party on the graveyard shift
You don't have to slave too hard on the graveyard
Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh
(Hey, check this out loco)
No dental plan, no Medicare
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Said no vacation, the man don't care
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Ain't got no union no respect
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Dirty uniforms and a short paycheck
(Graveyard, graveyard)
Workin' minimum wage everyday
(Graveyard, graveyard)
We gotta get over some kinda way
(Come on man)
Because I Got High (Radio Edit) - afroman lyrics
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find tha broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
why man -cause I got high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I could have cheated and I could have passed but then I got hiiigh
Now i'm taking it next semester and I know why
why man -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now i'm selling dope and i know why
why man -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna go to court but then I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but I was high
Now they took my whole paycheck and I know why
hey hey -caues I was high [repeat 3x]
I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I a paraplegic and I know why
hey hey -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on tha boat but then I got high
Now tha tow truck is pullin away and I know why
why man hey hey -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna make love to u then I got high
I was gonna eat your cobbler too but then I got high
Now I jackin off and I know why
hey hey -cause i was high [repeat 3x]
I messed up my entire life cause i got high
I lost my kids and wife cause i got hiiigh
now i'm sleeping on tha sidewalk and i know why
-cause i was high [repeat 3x]
Now i'ma stop singing this song because i'm high
i'm singing the whole thing wrong cause i'm high
and if i don't sell one copy i'll know why
-cause i was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna get up and find tha broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why
why man -cause I got high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I could have cheated and I could have passed but then I got hiiigh
Now i'm taking it next semester and I know why
why man -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now i'm selling dope and i know why
why man -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna go to court but then I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but I was high
Now they took my whole paycheck and I know why
hey hey -caues I was high [repeat 3x]
I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I a paraplegic and I know why
hey hey -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on tha boat but then I got high
Now tha tow truck is pullin away and I know why
why man hey hey -cause I was high [repeat 3x]
I was gonna make love to u then I got high
I was gonna eat your cobbler too but then I got high
Now I jackin off and I know why
hey hey -cause i was high [repeat 3x]
I messed up my entire life cause i got high
I lost my kids and wife cause i got hiiigh
now i'm sleeping on tha sidewalk and i know why
-cause i was high [repeat 3x]
Now i'ma stop singing this song because i'm high
i'm singing the whole thing wrong cause i'm high
and if i don't sell one copy i'll know why
-cause i was high [repeat 3x]
American Dream - afroman lyrics
Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream.
Surrounded by drugs,
jeopardized my life by living around thugs,
but I'm still the American Dream.
Kicked outta Palmdale High School
because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,
and I'm still the American Dream.
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;
hopped outta prison as a bull frog,
but I'm still the American Dream.
The most rejected, disrespected,
when I went for a job I was never selected,
but I am still the American Dream.
And right about now,
I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin',
wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin',
coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character
with such flagrant slanderousity,
but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,
and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,
and I am still the American Dream.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me.
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,
but you are still the American Dream.
The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,
but you are still the American Dream.
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch
and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream.
Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man,
the mexican, and even poor white,
all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,
follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,
cause I have been to the mountain top,
I've seen the Promised Land,
mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.
My mind has been delivered.
My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery.
I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test,
I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!
A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream.
Surrounded by drugs,
jeopardized my life by living around thugs,
but I'm still the American Dream.
Kicked outta Palmdale High School
because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,
and I'm still the American Dream.
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;
hopped outta prison as a bull frog,
but I'm still the American Dream.
The most rejected, disrespected,
when I went for a job I was never selected,
but I am still the American Dream.
And right about now,
I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin',
wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin',
coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character
with such flagrant slanderousity,
but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,
and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,
and I am still the American Dream.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me.
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,
but you are still the American Dream.
The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,
but you are still the American Dream.
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch
and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream.
Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man,
the mexican, and even poor white,
all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,
follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,
cause I have been to the mountain top,
I've seen the Promised Land,
mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.
My mind has been delivered.
My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery.
I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test,
I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!
A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high.
Gurl From Kentucky - afroman lyrics
I'm gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Got a new job in Lexington
Had sex with her mouth and tongue
Pick me still Lexington, still Louisville
Sip that dank, smoke that herbie
Ride that ass like the Kentucky Derby
All the way to Frankfort
Smoke some dank and I gots to skirt
Got like a quadruple of G from Cali
Staying away from PeeWee Valley
Bet I am in the city of Beaver Dam
Daaaaaaaaaamn
Gladys from Glasgow
Likes it in the asshole
Miss Owens from Owensboro
Sucked me thorough, then she had to earl
I'm gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Rich old lady from Willemore
Put me in her will if I'd fuck her more
Met this girl from Pikeville
She was a dyke but I fucked her still
I know a girl in Livermore
I put it by her liver and she quiver more
Came in her mouth in Mount Sterling
She started coughing, she started earling
Fucked this girl from Mount Vernon
Took a piss and my dick was burning
Went to the doctor, spent some pape
Condoms, super glue, duct tape
Fucked all the girls in Danville
Now it's Afroman-ville
Came in her mouth in Paducah
She spit it out like Pa-choo-Ka!
London panties falling down even in Elizabethtown
London panties falling down, fine ass lady
I'm gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
I met this girl from Radcliffe
Stuck my finger up her ass then I made her sniff
Met a cowgirl from Horse Cave
Rode my horse all in her cave
Dirt-diggler, booty-jiggler, titty-wiggler
Called me the giggler,
Giggling while I was stabbing
Doggy-style pussy jabbing
I got barred from Bardstown
My dick got hard and I fucked all the broads around
Albany - she fucked all my homeboys but me!
Met this girl from Pine Grove
Stuck my dick in her ass then I drove
All the way to Bowling Green
Her colon kinda swollen if you know what I mean
I'm gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Got a new job in Lexington
Had sex with her mouth and tongue
Pick me still Lexington, still Louisville
Sip that dank, smoke that herbie
Ride that ass like the Kentucky Derby
All the way to Frankfort
Smoke some dank and I gots to skirt
Got like a quadruple of G from Cali
Staying away from PeeWee Valley
Bet I am in the city of Beaver Dam
Daaaaaaaaaamn
Gladys from Glasgow
Likes it in the asshole
Miss Owens from Owensboro
Sucked me thorough, then she had to earl
I'm gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Rich old lady from Willemore
Put me in her will if I'd fuck her more
Met this girl from Pikeville
She was a dyke but I fucked her still
I know a girl in Livermore
I put it by her liver and she quiver more
Came in her mouth in Mount Sterling
She started coughing, she started earling
Fucked this girl from Mount Vernon
Took a piss and my dick was burning
Went to the doctor, spent some pape
Condoms, super glue, duct tape
Fucked all the girls in Danville
Now it's Afroman-ville
Came in her mouth in Paducah
She spit it out like Pa-choo-Ka!
London panties falling down even in Elizabethtown
London panties falling down, fine ass lady
I'm gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
I met this girl from Radcliffe
Stuck my finger up her ass then I made her sniff
Met a cowgirl from Horse Cave
Rode my horse all in her cave
Dirt-diggler, booty-jiggler, titty-wiggler
Called me the giggler,
Giggling while I was stabbing
Doggy-style pussy jabbing
I got barred from Bardstown
My dick got hard and I fucked all the broads around
Albany - she fucked all my homeboys but me!
Met this girl from Pine Grove
Stuck my dick in her ass then I drove
All the way to Bowling Green
Her colon kinda swollen if you know what I mean
I'm gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I'm a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
I Live In A Van - afroman lyrics
Woke up this mornin at the hotel
Rolled up a blunt got high as hell
Fucked another groupie name in my cell
Hell, oh well, it's time to bail
Walkin to the van with my suitcase
Drivin cross country to a new place,
Exit 420 get something to eat,
Greet who I meet
Smoke a sweet
Climb back on to the interstate
Yes, got a date, can't be late,
Pulled up to the club get a sound check
Walk up to the bar get a long neck
Shootin some pool, act real cool
Looked at her ass but please don't drool
I looked at my watch, start thinking
Yeah it's time for me to start drinkin.
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Dressin room, (are the moe?),
I get fucked up before the show
Ride to the club smoking a dub
Hoppin out the van with the woofers on sub.
It's time to go on
I'm drunk I'm high c'mon
How's everybody doin
Which of you ladies feel like screwin
Women on stage
Security in rage
Guitar solo,
Colt 45 kickin in OH NO
Uh oh I'm playin it right
What? shit sound tyte
Encore
We want more
Yeah, break that shit down
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Shake the hand of the fan
Introduce to the band
Sign autographs, take pictures
Try to be polite to these fake bitches
One of these bitches just might,
Kick it with an internet rapper tonight
Best case scenario
We Get high and fuck very slow
Pass out with her ass out
So I can rub it, man I love it
Early in the morning yes yes I know
Hug my neck kiss my cheek yes she gots to go
I do too I do too
Smoke some more weed
Drink some more brew
I love my life
Peace
No stress to strife
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Rolled up a blunt got high as hell
Fucked another groupie name in my cell
Hell, oh well, it's time to bail
Walkin to the van with my suitcase
Drivin cross country to a new place,
Exit 420 get something to eat,
Greet who I meet
Smoke a sweet
Climb back on to the interstate
Yes, got a date, can't be late,
Pulled up to the club get a sound check
Walk up to the bar get a long neck
Shootin some pool, act real cool
Looked at her ass but please don't drool
I looked at my watch, start thinking
Yeah it's time for me to start drinkin.
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Dressin room, (are the moe?),
I get fucked up before the show
Ride to the club smoking a dub
Hoppin out the van with the woofers on sub.
It's time to go on
I'm drunk I'm high c'mon
How's everybody doin
Which of you ladies feel like screwin
Women on stage
Security in rage
Guitar solo,
Colt 45 kickin in OH NO
Uh oh I'm playin it right
What? shit sound tyte
Encore
We want more
Yeah, break that shit down
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Shake the hand of the fan
Introduce to the band
Sign autographs, take pictures
Try to be polite to these fake bitches
One of these bitches just might,
Kick it with an internet rapper tonight
Best case scenario
We Get high and fuck very slow
Pass out with her ass out
So I can rub it, man I love it
Early in the morning yes yes I know
Hug my neck kiss my cheek yes she gots to go
I do too I do too
Smoke some more weed
Drink some more brew
I love my life
Peace
No stress to strife
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
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