[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]
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
...
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