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
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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