Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright
I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life
Hanging with my homies
Talking jive
Smoking marijuana, drinking Cult 45
Hey homeboy, let's get drunk today
Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright
I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life
Bumping my music very loud
Limping down the sidewalk so high
Slap my brother, let's get drunk tonight
Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright
I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life
Now I'm nice and tipsy
And I'm high-igh
Flirting with the ladies
Walking by-ie-ie
Hey pretty lady, let's hook up tonight
Let's get drunk today
Let's get high tonight
Maybe in the morning
Things will be alright
I am living under
So much stress and strife
Sometimes I stop and wonder
How to enjoy my life
Buckaa!
Late At Night - afroman lyrics
check out this beat mayn
[talkin]
[CHORUS]
Late at niiiight i wonder and i roam
I feel soo goood I dont wanna go home
?(clap)? and snaps (?(clap)? and snaps)
Taking laps around the hood
Play my musiiic
'cause it makes me feel real good
[talking]
[vocalizing]
'83 coup guess who in it?
gettin searched by da cops evry 35 minutes
hope i get sum pussy while im drunk and high
befo i fuck around n catch a DUI
Hungry Hustla Hattiesburgundy
Drink till my eyes turn burgundy
The ?(butt)? hit the beer n i started to buzz
in da middle of da street danm 'cause (danm 'cause)
Crazii is wat i drive you
if you work at da drive through
'cause we been smokin weed in da country
babii we got da munchies
but now days im polite n not rude
'cause i don want babii grl to spit in my food
How ya'll doin?... Alright.... thank you very much ... uh good night
[CHORUS]
Row up da INdo
row down da window
let da wind hit my face
while i hit da weed.. bump da bass
swerve to da spot where my homeboiz meet
messin up traffic in da middle of da street
the rest kickin back in da sidewalk
i floss my ride n glide like a hawk
i drive real fast then i STOOOOP
park against da curb hit da switch n DROOOOP
i put ?(southern compton)? in my CUUUP
Hop in my cadilac n pop back UUUp
Roll out bumpin wut i just made
Still on a mission thryna get laid
the more u drink da better i sound
go to da bar buy another round
[CHORUS Till end]
[talkin]
[CHORUS]
Late at niiiight i wonder and i roam
I feel soo goood I dont wanna go home
?(clap)? and snaps (?(clap)? and snaps)
Taking laps around the hood
Play my musiiic
'cause it makes me feel real good
[talking]
[vocalizing]
'83 coup guess who in it?
gettin searched by da cops evry 35 minutes
hope i get sum pussy while im drunk and high
befo i fuck around n catch a DUI
Hungry Hustla Hattiesburgundy
Drink till my eyes turn burgundy
The ?(butt)? hit the beer n i started to buzz
in da middle of da street danm 'cause (danm 'cause)
Crazii is wat i drive you
if you work at da drive through
'cause we been smokin weed in da country
babii we got da munchies
but now days im polite n not rude
'cause i don want babii grl to spit in my food
How ya'll doin?... Alright.... thank you very much ... uh good night
[CHORUS]
Row up da INdo
row down da window
let da wind hit my face
while i hit da weed.. bump da bass
swerve to da spot where my homeboiz meet
messin up traffic in da middle of da street
the rest kickin back in da sidewalk
i floss my ride n glide like a hawk
i drive real fast then i STOOOOP
park against da curb hit da switch n DROOOOP
i put ?(southern compton)? in my CUUUP
Hop in my cadilac n pop back UUUp
Roll out bumpin wut i just made
Still on a mission thryna get laid
the more u drink da better i sound
go to da bar buy another round
[CHORUS Till end]
Compton Isn't Too Far Away - afroman lyrics
When I was young we wanted to get out the ghetto
But after we moved out of the ghetto
It was hard to get things we needed
I took a picture in the hood
Standing by the door
White T shirt and black khakis
Sagging kind of low
I see the corner that I worked
With my homies in the back
LAPD searching us
Looking for some crack
I don't need to be the king of the world
All I need is some activator
For my Jehri curl
[CHORUS:]
Compton isn't too far away
Neither is South Central LA
No matter what the cops try and say
We move from South Central
To the desert of the real high
Palmdale-Lancaster
Blue suburban sky
When I come home late at night
The sheriff harasses me
He puts me in the choke hold
So bad I can barely breath
I'm the hungry hustler Afroman
I'm going parking lot platinum in my Astrovan
[CHORUS:]
Compton isn't too far away
Neither is South Central LA
No matter what the cops try and say
I'm selling yay
I see police lights
On palmdale boulevard
Back-up units pulling up
I'm thinking oh my god
I got nowhere else to go
My hands are in the air
I don't know what to do
But you can't have my weed and my brew
But after we moved out of the ghetto
It was hard to get things we needed
I took a picture in the hood
Standing by the door
White T shirt and black khakis
Sagging kind of low
I see the corner that I worked
With my homies in the back
LAPD searching us
Looking for some crack
I don't need to be the king of the world
All I need is some activator
For my Jehri curl
[CHORUS:]
Compton isn't too far away
Neither is South Central LA
No matter what the cops try and say
We move from South Central
To the desert of the real high
Palmdale-Lancaster
Blue suburban sky
When I come home late at night
The sheriff harasses me
He puts me in the choke hold
So bad I can barely breath
I'm the hungry hustler Afroman
I'm going parking lot platinum in my Astrovan
[CHORUS:]
Compton isn't too far away
Neither is South Central LA
No matter what the cops try and say
I'm selling yay
I see police lights
On palmdale boulevard
Back-up units pulling up
I'm thinking oh my god
I got nowhere else to go
My hands are in the air
I don't know what to do
But you can't have my weed and my brew
Whack Rappers - afroman lyrics
This next song is dedicated to all wack rappers
And all the wack people that like and buy they wack music
I think you crazy
If you like Jay-Z
Don't Change Clothes
Change the CD!
Murphy Lee
What the hook gon' be?
Cause you do need a hook and another beat
Jermaine Dupri, you know you wrong
Fucked up Chingy's song!
Afro motherfucking M-A-N
Can't stand no motherfuckin' Ying Yang Twins
I think Lil' Jon And The Eastside Boys
Is and ignorant, irritating bunch of noise
If you don't gave a damn gon' throw it out {What}
If you don't gave a damn gon' throw it out
The windoooooooooow Up against the wall!
Up against the wall, Laugh when the motherfucker fall
These fools can't rap at all
I never buy your tune from The Neptune
When they beat come on I hope it go off soon
Fabolous? What's Fabolous about it?
I think you terrible, music unbearable
Ripping off Ma$e
With that look on his face
Aw man, I rest my case
Kelis, wow
I hate her so much right now
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard"
Who gave her a record deal? Oh my God!
Nas is in the video with Kelis
Jay-Z is in the video with Beyonce
Both of these rappers are wack
Yet people talk smack about forty Belafonte
The music industry is using the slang
And try to play it off like they doin' they thang'
Come on Camrom
Oh boy Oh boy Dipset Dipset Oh boy Oh boy
How can you be from a city so black?
And bust shitty lyrics that Whick Whick Wack
Get back on Kelis
Oh yeah Kelis
This is what I want you to do
Get on your knees, face me
I got a milkshake for you and it's tasty
Just like your album
Puff Daddy, Enough already!
Now it's P. Diddy
Still sound shitty
How can your group be called 'Da Band'
Nobody plays an instrument man
I dont play B2K
R&B singers Be Too Gay
You know they broke up over money
Oh yeah
Thats too bad I don't Care
I think its good, no doubt
They can stop putting all that bullshit out!
Like what
What a girl want, What a girl need
A fuckin' job and a brand new hair weave
What a girl want, What a girl need
A fuckin' job and a brand new...
Bump Bump Bump
Now this all I wanna do
Bump Bump Bump
That's my song That's what I wrote down on a piece of paper
Bump Bump Bump
Call up Puff Daddy ask him if he wanna do a verse with me
Take that, Take that
Real Pimps get down on the flo'
But I don't see a hoe, In the video
I know, Why is David Banner runnin' from The Clan?
What happend to the bitches man?
Hmm.. Cadillac on 22's
Why is David Banner taking off his shoes?
It's suppost to be about Cadillacs
Not David Banner bringing dead people back
Even though its all good
It might get misunderstood
Dance skippy Miss Hippy is the hood
Raps Im writing up, I can't lighten up
Until these wack ass rappers tighten up
Missy Elliot thinks she looks like Halle Berry
That scary
Her CD aint worth it
Pur your money in your pocket and reverse it
Her CD aint worth it
Pur your money in your pocket and reverse it
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy... Hey check this out man
I can't stand her music, going in my ear
If you like Missy Elliot, get the fuck out of here
I can't stand her music, going in my ear
If you like Missy Elliot, get the fuck out of here
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Trinas on TV, Yeah ooh she fine
Hey homey {Wassup}
Trinas on TV {She cute}
Not when she rapping, press mute
And now we're gonna play a single from the album 'Weaveolution'
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
I cant stand Eve, Thats what I said
She got a pinhead
Most people head is round
Hers go up and down, like a peanut
She could be pretty
If her atttude wasn't so shitty
Talkin about "Ya trying to come through the back do'"
She aint got no back do' what she talking smack fo'?
Male bashing with Mary J
Like Queen Latifah she must be gay
In my radio you gets no play
Not today
What the fuck happend to MTV?
Why these wack people get to make a CD?
I don't know man, Look at 50 Cent
He don't move his mouth when he rappin' man
He be rappin' like Mike Tyson or something
He don't move his mouth
[Talks like 50 Cent]
Open Yo' Mouth!
...
'I'll teach you how to Stunt'
Teach me how to Stunt?
They need to let me teach em' how to roll a fat blunt
Get high, get drunk and take it easy
And stop making songs so cheesy!
Now Mannie Fresh is actually fresh
And Juvenile
I like his style
But the worst rapper I ever heard man
Is the wack ass motherfucking Birdman
What about Silkk the Shocker?
My name is Silkk and I'll shock you
I just been shocked by Silkk the Shocker!
And all the wack people that like and buy they wack music
I think you crazy
If you like Jay-Z
Don't Change Clothes
Change the CD!
Murphy Lee
What the hook gon' be?
Cause you do need a hook and another beat
Jermaine Dupri, you know you wrong
Fucked up Chingy's song!
Afro motherfucking M-A-N
Can't stand no motherfuckin' Ying Yang Twins
I think Lil' Jon And The Eastside Boys
Is and ignorant, irritating bunch of noise
If you don't gave a damn gon' throw it out {What}
If you don't gave a damn gon' throw it out
The windoooooooooow Up against the wall!
Up against the wall, Laugh when the motherfucker fall
These fools can't rap at all
I never buy your tune from The Neptune
When they beat come on I hope it go off soon
Fabolous? What's Fabolous about it?
I think you terrible, music unbearable
Ripping off Ma$e
With that look on his face
Aw man, I rest my case
Kelis, wow
I hate her so much right now
"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard"
Who gave her a record deal? Oh my God!
Nas is in the video with Kelis
Jay-Z is in the video with Beyonce
Both of these rappers are wack
Yet people talk smack about forty Belafonte
The music industry is using the slang
And try to play it off like they doin' they thang'
Come on Camrom
Oh boy Oh boy Dipset Dipset Oh boy Oh boy
How can you be from a city so black?
And bust shitty lyrics that Whick Whick Wack
Get back on Kelis
Oh yeah Kelis
This is what I want you to do
Get on your knees, face me
I got a milkshake for you and it's tasty
Just like your album
Puff Daddy, Enough already!
Now it's P. Diddy
Still sound shitty
How can your group be called 'Da Band'
Nobody plays an instrument man
I dont play B2K
R&B singers Be Too Gay
You know they broke up over money
Oh yeah
Thats too bad I don't Care
I think its good, no doubt
They can stop putting all that bullshit out!
Like what
What a girl want, What a girl need
A fuckin' job and a brand new hair weave
What a girl want, What a girl need
A fuckin' job and a brand new...
Bump Bump Bump
Now this all I wanna do
Bump Bump Bump
That's my song That's what I wrote down on a piece of paper
Bump Bump Bump
Call up Puff Daddy ask him if he wanna do a verse with me
Take that, Take that
Real Pimps get down on the flo'
But I don't see a hoe, In the video
I know, Why is David Banner runnin' from The Clan?
What happend to the bitches man?
Hmm.. Cadillac on 22's
Why is David Banner taking off his shoes?
It's suppost to be about Cadillacs
Not David Banner bringing dead people back
Even though its all good
It might get misunderstood
Dance skippy Miss Hippy is the hood
Raps Im writing up, I can't lighten up
Until these wack ass rappers tighten up
Missy Elliot thinks she looks like Halle Berry
That scary
Her CD aint worth it
Pur your money in your pocket and reverse it
Her CD aint worth it
Pur your money in your pocket and reverse it
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy Elloit makes a bunch of bullshit
Missy... Hey check this out man
I can't stand her music, going in my ear
If you like Missy Elliot, get the fuck out of here
I can't stand her music, going in my ear
If you like Missy Elliot, get the fuck out of here
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Most rappers are Wack
Just like the people they attract
Trinas on TV, Yeah ooh she fine
Hey homey {Wassup}
Trinas on TV {She cute}
Not when she rapping, press mute
And now we're gonna play a single from the album 'Weaveolution'
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
Even with a weave, I can't stand Eve
I cant stand Eve, Thats what I said
She got a pinhead
Most people head is round
Hers go up and down, like a peanut
She could be pretty
If her atttude wasn't so shitty
Talkin about "Ya trying to come through the back do'"
She aint got no back do' what she talking smack fo'?
Male bashing with Mary J
Like Queen Latifah she must be gay
In my radio you gets no play
Not today
What the fuck happend to MTV?
Why these wack people get to make a CD?
I don't know man, Look at 50 Cent
He don't move his mouth when he rappin' man
He be rappin' like Mike Tyson or something
He don't move his mouth
[Talks like 50 Cent]
Open Yo' Mouth!
...
'I'll teach you how to Stunt'
Teach me how to Stunt?
They need to let me teach em' how to roll a fat blunt
Get high, get drunk and take it easy
And stop making songs so cheesy!
Now Mannie Fresh is actually fresh
And Juvenile
I like his style
But the worst rapper I ever heard man
Is the wack ass motherfucking Birdman
What about Silkk the Shocker?
My name is Silkk and I'll shock you
I just been shocked by Silkk the Shocker!
compilation: "The Good Times" (2001)
- Because I Got High - afroman lyrics
- Crazy Rap - afroman lyrics
- She Won't Let Me Fucc - afroman lyrics
- Hush - afroman lyrics
- Tumbleweed - afroman lyrics
- Let's All Get Drunk Tonight - afroman lyrics
- Tall Cans - afroman lyrics
- Palmdale - afroman lyrics
- Missisippi - afroman lyrics
- The American Dream - afroman lyrics
She Won't Let Me Fucc - afroman lyrics
(Hey Sugar, how you doin'? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude.
What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probably with your man. Can we fuck?)
She won't let me fuck.
I really need to bust a nut.
She won't let me fuck.
I really need to bust a nut.
(Hey, check this out.)
It's so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women don't understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home baby, 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.)
I really need to bust a nut. (I know that pussy's tight.)
She won't let me fuck. (Give it to me, baby.)
I really need to bust a nut.
Her heart is still broken, (Poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (I know what you mean, girl.)
She is trying to recover from the man before. (Hey, that's my homeboy, cause.)
Her ex-boyfriend, (Who, Jermaine?) he probably can't see (shake that ass.)
that it was easy for him (uh, say what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?)
Cause she, she won't let me fuck.
She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You know just what I need.)
She won't let me fuck. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut. (you smokin' all my weed!)
You rub your ass against me on the disco floor. (shake that ass.)
I asked you for your number and you said 'Hell no!'
(That's alright. Hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there,cause.)
You always hang around me everyday. Different women wanna kick it, but you scare them away.
Now I get offended when you come around, cause I'm tired of my organs
(Your organs?) going up and down. That sucks, cause she won't let me fuck.
She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey.)
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, let me hit it baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Are you a lesbian?)
Oh, let me lick it baby. Let me stick it honey. Buccoooc!
I'll give you my money.
Girl, you can have it all. Go ahead and have a ball.
If you want, you can take them both, baby.
In the year 2000 I see thousands of pretty young women I find arousin'
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin', many different ways they keep their hair styles and
Full of boredom, I walk toward 'em, get 'em close to me cause I'm supposed 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 intellect to the woman I select, hoping that she won't detect
my egotistical chauvinistical lust I thrust 'til I scream like Mystical.
The wrong message I hope I'm not sending. Laughing and pretending my dick's not extending.
Can't be overzealous, she might discover. She's walkin' away, (Bitch!) blew my cover.
She won't let me fuck. (You know I love you.)
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, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong.)
She won't let me fuck. (Girl you got a lot to give.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You dress, you dress, so provocative.)
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.)
Don't make me beg. Baby, let me rub your leg.
Don't make me cry. Look into my eye.
Girl, you damn pretty. Stop actin' so siddity. Put some oil on your titties.
Hey, man, I'm up outta here. She don't wanna fuck.
What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probably with your man. Can we fuck?)
She won't let me fuck.
I really need to bust a nut.
She won't let me fuck.
I really need to bust a nut.
(Hey, check this out.)
It's so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women don't understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home baby, 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.)
I really need to bust a nut. (I know that pussy's tight.)
She won't let me fuck. (Give it to me, baby.)
I really need to bust a nut.
Her heart is still broken, (Poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (I know what you mean, girl.)
She is trying to recover from the man before. (Hey, that's my homeboy, cause.)
Her ex-boyfriend, (Who, Jermaine?) he probably can't see (shake that ass.)
that it was easy for him (uh, say what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?)
Cause she, she won't let me fuck.
She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You know just what I need.)
She won't let me fuck. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut. (you smokin' all my weed!)
You rub your ass against me on the disco floor. (shake that ass.)
I asked you for your number and you said 'Hell no!'
(That's alright. Hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there,cause.)
You always hang around me everyday. Different women wanna kick it, but you scare them away.
Now I get offended when you come around, cause I'm tired of my organs
(Your organs?) going up and down. That sucks, cause she won't let me fuck.
She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey.)
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, let me hit it baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Are you a lesbian?)
Oh, let me lick it baby. Let me stick it honey. Buccoooc!
I'll give you my money.
Girl, you can have it all. Go ahead and have a ball.
If you want, you can take them both, baby.
In the year 2000 I see thousands of pretty young women I find arousin'
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin', many different ways they keep their hair styles and
Full of boredom, I walk toward 'em, get 'em close to me cause I'm supposed 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 intellect to the woman I select, hoping that she won't detect
my egotistical chauvinistical lust I thrust 'til I scream like Mystical.
The wrong message I hope I'm not sending. Laughing and pretending my dick's not extending.
Can't be overzealous, she might discover. She's walkin' away, (Bitch!) blew my cover.
She won't let me fuck. (You know I love you.)
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, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong.)
She won't let me fuck. (Girl you got a lot to give.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You dress, you dress, so provocative.)
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.)
Don't make me beg. Baby, let me rub your leg.
Don't make me cry. Look into my eye.
Girl, you damn pretty. Stop actin' so siddity. Put some oil on your titties.
Hey, man, I'm up outta here. She don't wanna fuck.
Tumbleweed - afroman lyrics
Damn how long is it gonna take you to roll a joint cuss
(I just I just got the bag man)
You're over there acting like you're playing the piano or something
(I just I just got the bag hommie, you know what I'm saying)
Yeah (you wanna get fucked up)
Let me hit this homeboy (yeah fuck)
La ta ra ta ra (oh ma goodness) su suub subby doo waa (ahh take it in babe...)
Yeah it looks lovely
Bucoooooooooook
Aie what a light low (right here cuss)
Give it here man (that's ma bull shit)
I love you baby (oh yeah man)
I love you honey, yes I do (take this dick )
Give it to me girl (ah honey)
Uh eyo eyo buccok eyo eyo buccok for sure...suuuuuuuuu eyo
It's been a long long time I've been smoking... smoking maruana (la ta tara ta)
It takes me out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It's been a long long time I've been smoking... smoking maruana (la ta tara ta)
It takes me out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It puts ma mind at ease indulging ma self in the calm breeze
and ma problems will float away beyond the palm trees
But I gotta keep
Smoking and smoking and smoking on
I keep choking and choking and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed
I like to go to palmdale and sit by the fountains (sit by the fountains)
I light up ma fat one gazing at the snow cap mountain (come and get it on)
I like to go to palmdale and sit by the fountains (sit by the fountains)
I light up ma fat one gazing at the snow cap mountain (uh)
Uh baby please don't nagg go and give me the zigzag
and ma problems will blow away like a plastic bag
But I gotta keep
Smoking and smoking and smoking on
I keep choking and choking and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed
I need to get a job and thats not funny (la ta tara ta)
Cause may be smoking too much ganja (yeah)
and we're running out of money (can I get a hell lot of dope yoo)
I gotta lie to the man
Telling that I've never been arrested (so you have never been to jail)
I gotta go to the clinic baby
I gotta get drug tested (oh no)
I got no food for ma stomach
Got no gas for ma coup de ville
I gotta walk to the supermarket for some golden seed
Cause every day I'll be smoking and smoking and smoking on
and I'll be choking and choking and choking on
and I'll be selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed (yeah)
A yo ahh
A yo yeah
I said the black man smoking (black man smoking)
and he's a so bored (ae man whats that )
I said the mexican's smoking (mexican's smoking)
and he's chowoued (where r you from machee)
I said the creeyoo's smoking (creeyoo smoking)
Down in Mississippi (fuck creeyoo)
I said the white man's smoking (white man's smoking)
If he's a hippy (where's the black man)
It puts ma mind at ease indulging maself in the calm breeze
and ma problems will float away (where) beyond the palm trees
But I gotta keep smoking on and smoking on and smoking on
I keep choking on and choking on and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed (yeah)
Right and now I'm gonna dedicate this to everybody
I went to palmdale high school,check this shit out cuss
Douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa
A yo listen to this
Check this out
I said jouby jouwaa had done afroooo with something with souuhh checking nice coat?????
Aee man take me to the bridge
Move outta here man
It puts ma mind at ease (puts ma mind at ease )
Indulging maself in a calm breeze (oouuouuuyeahhhhh)
and ma problems would float away (where) beyond the palm trees (what ya gotta do)
But I gotta keep
I keep smoking and smoking and smoking on
I keep choking and choking and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed (yeah)
Ayoo wahh
Aooouyeahhhh
Ma tumble weed (yeahhh!!!)
(I just I just got the bag man)
You're over there acting like you're playing the piano or something
(I just I just got the bag hommie, you know what I'm saying)
Yeah (you wanna get fucked up)
Let me hit this homeboy (yeah fuck)
La ta ra ta ra (oh ma goodness) su suub subby doo waa (ahh take it in babe...)
Yeah it looks lovely
Bucoooooooooook
Aie what a light low (right here cuss)
Give it here man (that's ma bull shit)
I love you baby (oh yeah man)
I love you honey, yes I do (take this dick )
Give it to me girl (ah honey)
Uh eyo eyo buccok eyo eyo buccok for sure...suuuuuuuuu eyo
It's been a long long time I've been smoking... smoking maruana (la ta tara ta)
It takes me out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It's been a long long time I've been smoking... smoking maruana (la ta tara ta)
It takes me out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It puts ma mind at ease indulging ma self in the calm breeze
and ma problems will float away beyond the palm trees
But I gotta keep
Smoking and smoking and smoking on
I keep choking and choking and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed
I like to go to palmdale and sit by the fountains (sit by the fountains)
I light up ma fat one gazing at the snow cap mountain (come and get it on)
I like to go to palmdale and sit by the fountains (sit by the fountains)
I light up ma fat one gazing at the snow cap mountain (uh)
Uh baby please don't nagg go and give me the zigzag
and ma problems will blow away like a plastic bag
But I gotta keep
Smoking and smoking and smoking on
I keep choking and choking and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed
I need to get a job and thats not funny (la ta tara ta)
Cause may be smoking too much ganja (yeah)
and we're running out of money (can I get a hell lot of dope yoo)
I gotta lie to the man
Telling that I've never been arrested (so you have never been to jail)
I gotta go to the clinic baby
I gotta get drug tested (oh no)
I got no food for ma stomach
Got no gas for ma coup de ville
I gotta walk to the supermarket for some golden seed
Cause every day I'll be smoking and smoking and smoking on
and I'll be choking and choking and choking on
and I'll be selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed (yeah)
A yo ahh
A yo yeah
I said the black man smoking (black man smoking)
and he's a so bored (ae man whats that )
I said the mexican's smoking (mexican's smoking)
and he's chowoued (where r you from machee)
I said the creeyoo's smoking (creeyoo smoking)
Down in Mississippi (fuck creeyoo)
I said the white man's smoking (white man's smoking)
If he's a hippy (where's the black man)
It puts ma mind at ease indulging maself in the calm breeze
and ma problems will float away (where) beyond the palm trees
But I gotta keep smoking on and smoking on and smoking on
I keep choking on and choking on and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed (yeah)
Right and now I'm gonna dedicate this to everybody
I went to palmdale high school,check this shit out cuss
Douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa douee doobeewa
A yo listen to this
Check this out
I said jouby jouwaa had done afroooo with something with souuhh checking nice coat?????
Aee man take me to the bridge
Move outta here man
It puts ma mind at ease (puts ma mind at ease )
Indulging maself in a calm breeze (oouuouuuyeahhhhh)
and ma problems would float away (where) beyond the palm trees (what ya gotta do)
But I gotta keep
I keep smoking and smoking and smoking on
I keep choking and choking and choking on
I keep selling and selling and inhaling
Ma tumbleweed (yeah)
Ayoo wahh
Aooouyeahhhh
Ma tumble weed (yeahhh!!!)
Hush - afroman lyrics
[Hook (Afroman talking)]
Hush, hush (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name (if you listen closely baby)
Hush, hush (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name
Hush (listen baby) hush (somebody's callin)
Somebody's callin my name
Oh my lord, oh my lord, what shall I do
(A man sometimes girls think I'm crazy cause I wake
her up and I tell her)
Sounds like Jesus (sounds like Jesus)
Somebody's callin my name (I know I'm high but baby)
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
(You know man, I think about all the hard times that I
went through and I think)
I'm so glad that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad 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's gonna be all right
I gotta feelin everything'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 cuz, you know how we used to do it)
[*humming*]
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 all 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 (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name (if you listen closely baby)
Hush, hush (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name
Hush (listen baby) hush (somebody's callin)
Somebody's callin my name
Oh my lord, oh my lord, what shall I do
(A man sometimes girls think I'm crazy cause I wake
her up and I tell her)
Sounds like Jesus (sounds like Jesus)
Somebody's callin my name (I know I'm high but baby)
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
(You know man, I think about all the hard times that I
went through and I think)
I'm so glad that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad 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's gonna be all right
I gotta feelin everything'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 cuz, you know how we used to do it)
[*humming*]
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 all 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
Let's All Get Drunk Tonight - afroman lyrics
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's get dumb, drink some rum. Make my teeth and gums feel real numb.
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving while we're drinking and we're driving.
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry. Sober up looking at an all white jury.
Judge don't like no drunk like me. Punk might give me strike number three.
Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high, I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI.
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit, try to talk to the women that we can't get with.
Me and my staff make everybody laugh. If the beer runs out, we can all go half.
It's Friday night. Got the perfect weather. Lets get drunk together.
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Bacardi. Colt .45. Let's party. We're still alive.
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right.
Drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it. Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded.
Rollin' through the Ante-dope Valley out there. Hope the cops don't smell
That beer on my breath, cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth, it'll probly knock him stiff.
Don't look dumb if my breath on hum. Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum,
So the cops can't tell my breath smell. We won't go to jail, we'll go to Palmdale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather, we can both get drunk together.
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on.
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me, right here, right now.
Been lookin' at you all night long. That DJ's playing my favorite song.
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm. Don't get offended when I pull your arm.
I ain't felt this good since I don't know when, and I might not feel this good again.
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together. (C'mon, y'all.)
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight.
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight.
Let's all sell yell tonight. I hope I don't go back to jail tonight.
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a girl that wanna make love tonight.
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's get dumb, drink some rum. Make my teeth and gums feel real numb.
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving while we're drinking and we're driving.
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry. Sober up looking at an all white jury.
Judge don't like no drunk like me. Punk might give me strike number three.
Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high, I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI.
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit, try to talk to the women that we can't get with.
Me and my staff make everybody laugh. If the beer runs out, we can all go half.
It's Friday night. Got the perfect weather. Lets get drunk together.
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Bacardi. Colt .45. Let's party. We're still alive.
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right.
Drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it. Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded.
Rollin' through the Ante-dope Valley out there. Hope the cops don't smell
That beer on my breath, cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth, it'll probly knock him stiff.
Don't look dumb if my breath on hum. Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum,
So the cops can't tell my breath smell. We won't go to jail, we'll go to Palmdale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather, we can both get drunk together.
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on.
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me, right here, right now.
Been lookin' at you all night long. That DJ's playing my favorite song.
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm. Don't get offended when I pull your arm.
I ain't felt this good since I don't know when, and I might not feel this good again.
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together. (C'mon, y'all.)
Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.)
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.)
Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.)
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight.
Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight.
Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight.
Let's all sell yell tonight. I hope I don't go back to jail tonight.
Let's go to the club tonight. Find a girl that wanna make love tonight.
Tall Cans - afroman lyrics
Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit!
Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies 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'
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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 gots no fame, I gots 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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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
{say something in Spanish} 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 hoochies 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'
[Chrous]
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
Yellin at these hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots 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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus - speeds up at end]
Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies 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'
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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 gots no fame, I gots 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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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
{say something in Spanish} 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 hoochies 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'
[Chrous]
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
Yellin at these hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus]
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
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots 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 hoochies 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'
[Chorus - speeds up at end]
Missisippi - afroman lyrics
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.)
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, cuz.)
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, cuz.)
Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing.
Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy.
All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!)
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. BUCCCOC!
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 40oz. 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 hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche.
Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' 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 running 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, __
C'mon, 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. (BUCCCCOC!)
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 ol' asses plus titties.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's the hungry hustler, Afroman
Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair.
I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting 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? (I do.)
Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.) 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.
BUCCCOC!
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 40oz. Let's toast.
!982, '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, cuz, I don't believe we're grown.
But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog.
Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak).
I'm a locster locster, honey spokester, 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, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya.
Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya.
Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi.
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, cuz.)
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, cuz.)
Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing.
Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy.
All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!)
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. BUCCCOC!
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 40oz. 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 hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche.
Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' 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 running 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, __
C'mon, 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. (BUCCCCOC!)
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 ol' asses plus titties.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's the hungry hustler, Afroman
Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair.
I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting 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? (I do.)
Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.) 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.
BUCCCOC!
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 40oz. Let's toast.
!982, '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, cuz, I don't believe we're grown.
But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog.
Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak).
I'm a locster locster, honey spokester, 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, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya.
Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya.
Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi.
The American Dream - afroman lyrics
Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream.
Surrounded by drugs,
jeopardized my life by living around thugs,
but I'm still the American Dream.
Kicked outta Palmdale High School
because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,
and I'm still the American Dream.
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;
hopped outta prison as a bull frog,
but I'm still the American Dream.
The most rejected, disrespected,
when I went for a job I was never selected,
but I am still the American Dream.
And right about now,
I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin',
wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin',
coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character
with such flagrant slanderousity,
but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,
and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,
and I am still the American Dream.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me.
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,
but you are still the American Dream.
The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,
but you are still the American Dream.
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch
and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream.
Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man,
the mexican, and even poor white,
all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,
follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,
cause I have been to the mountain top,
I've seen the Promised Land,
mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.
My mind has been delivered.
My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery.
I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test,
I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!
A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
by placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream.
Surrounded by drugs,
jeopardized my life by living around thugs,
but I'm still the American Dream.
Kicked outta Palmdale High School
because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,
and I'm still the American Dream.
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;
hopped outta prison as a bull frog,
but I'm still the American Dream.
The most rejected, disrespected,
when I went for a job I was never selected,
but I am still the American Dream.
And right about now,
I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin',
wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin',
coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character
with such flagrant slanderousity,
but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,
and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,
and I am still the American Dream.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see.
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me.
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,
but you are still the American Dream.
The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,
but you are still the American Dream.
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch
and didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream.
Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man,
the mexican, and even poor white,
all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,
follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,
cause I have been to the mountain top,
I've seen the Promised Land,
mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.
My mind has been delivered.
My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery.
I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test,
I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!
A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high.
"Sell Your Dope" (2000)
- Palmdale - afroman lyrics
- Crazy Rap - afroman lyrics
- Let's All Get Drunk - afroman lyrics
- If It Ain't Free - afroman lyrics
- Sell Your Dope - afroman lyrics
- There's a Price 2 Pay - afroman lyrics
- Paranoid - afroman lyrics
- Let Me Out - afroman lyrics
- Bacc 2 School - afroman lyrics
- God Has Smiled on Me - afroman lyrics
Palmdale - afroman lyrics
Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mama never would let me play outside.
But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin' like a fuckin' fool.
So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat, shot an enemy from across the street
Mama came home, said she got a good job. Daddy did too. Now they don't squab.
Financially, we improvin'. 2 months later, son, we movin'.
No more duckin' from shotgun shells. Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Check it out, check it out, check it out.)
No more rats and no more roaches, livin' next door to football coaches.
Now I got a new place to sell me crack. Now I got little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red. Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads.
Stupid questions, distract the class. Rubbin' little white girls on the ass.
I didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my future, layin' in the dirt.
I can't jump, I can't flinch. Superstar player, ridin' the bench.
Graduate from school? Don't make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic math.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out.)
I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world, so I bought me some khakis and a Geri curl.
I knew I couldn't make it to the NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yayo.
For sure! I was makin' crazy dough. Should've dropped outta school a long time ago.
Bought a cell phone, like a nut. Now I deliver like Pizza Hut.
I drunk whisky and Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody.
Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time.
A white man drove up to my spot. He said, Hey, homeboy, what you got?
I put a fat rock inside his hand. About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(Get down, punk.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, check it out, check it out.)
Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own one.
Them Essays, I thought I'd say for the Essays always try to test me,
So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain't no punk. Jammed his head up against the bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mother-fuckers scared to jump in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
(Palmdale)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, homeboy.)
Now I got a fucked up life. Two bad kids and a naggin' wife.
Dead end job at the airport. Check too short to pay the house note.
Turn on the TV, then I see different homeboys that went to school with me
Playin' in the NFL. We used to kick back in East Palmdale.
Rodney Williams. Lorenz Tate. Zeno plays for Colorado State.
I wish my homeboys much success, but at the same time, I still get depressed.
Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin' 'bout things that could've, would've, should've been.
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.
(Palmdale.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y'all at?)
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don't care if you in Japan, Africa
hey, you know how we used to do it, man. Hey, hey, hey.)
Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!)
Yo, let me get a Dale (Dale!)
Yo, what do we sell? (YELL!)
Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!)
[x4]
Dale. Palmdale. (Hey, everybody just clap your hands.)
Dale. Palmdale. (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
Dale. Palmdale.
Dale. (Where them Falcons at?) Palmdale. (It ain't over 'til the fat man sings.)
Dale. (Little Rock can't get none. What, what?) Palmdale.
Dale. Palmdale.
[fade out.]
Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mama never would let me play outside.
But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin' like a fuckin' fool.
So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat, shot an enemy from across the street
Mama came home, said she got a good job. Daddy did too. Now they don't squab.
Financially, we improvin'. 2 months later, son, we movin'.
No more duckin' from shotgun shells. Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Check it out, check it out, check it out.)
No more rats and no more roaches, livin' next door to football coaches.
Now I got a new place to sell me crack. Now I got little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red. Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads.
Stupid questions, distract the class. Rubbin' little white girls on the ass.
I didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my future, layin' in the dirt.
I can't jump, I can't flinch. Superstar player, ridin' the bench.
Graduate from school? Don't make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic math.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out.)
I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world, so I bought me some khakis and a Geri curl.
I knew I couldn't make it to the NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yayo.
For sure! I was makin' crazy dough. Should've dropped outta school a long time ago.
Bought a cell phone, like a nut. Now I deliver like Pizza Hut.
I drunk whisky and Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody.
Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time.
A white man drove up to my spot. He said, Hey, homeboy, what you got?
I put a fat rock inside his hand. About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(Get down, punk.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, check it out, check it out.)
Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own one.
Them Essays, I thought I'd say for the Essays always try to test me,
So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain't no punk. Jammed his head up against the bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mother-fuckers scared to jump in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
(Palmdale)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, homeboy.)
Now I got a fucked up life. Two bad kids and a naggin' wife.
Dead end job at the airport. Check too short to pay the house note.
Turn on the TV, then I see different homeboys that went to school with me
Playin' in the NFL. We used to kick back in East Palmdale.
Rodney Williams. Lorenz Tate. Zeno plays for Colorado State.
I wish my homeboys much success, but at the same time, I still get depressed.
Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin' 'bout things that could've, would've, should've been.
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.
(Palmdale.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y'all at?)
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don't care if you in Japan, Africa
hey, you know how we used to do it, man. Hey, hey, hey.)
Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!)
Yo, let me get a Dale (Dale!)
Yo, what do we sell? (YELL!)
Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!)
[x4]
Dale. Palmdale. (Hey, everybody just clap your hands.)
Dale. Palmdale. (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
Dale. Palmdale.
Dale. (Where them Falcons at?) Palmdale. (It ain't over 'til the fat man sings.)
Dale. (Little Rock can't get none. What, what?) Palmdale.
Dale. Palmdale.
[fade out.]
Crazy Rap - afroman lyrics
(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it. It was this blind man, right?
Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right?
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?
Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?
He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said,
Woooooo, good morning, ladies.
You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man.
I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the drums,
everybody just crowd around the mic, I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes.
But first, I'ma start it off like this. Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.)
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.
Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.
When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.
Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.
I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.
Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.
I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA!
I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.
I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.
Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had.
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.
I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair, but damn she looked good.
I took her to my house, cause she was fine, but she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine.
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African.
I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice.
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met a woman in the heart of Australia.
Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo.
See, I met this woman from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aiiiiieeee!
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.
Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me.
I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Hey, wait a minute man, check this out.
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy.
That country music nearly drove me crazy, but I rode that ass and said, Yes, Miss Daisy!
Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that pussy in a coma.
Met this lady in Michigan; I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again.
Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino.
Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Man, I thought I told ya.
Met this beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border of Mexico.
Fine young thing, said her name's Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. I know I'ma cry when she gets deported.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck, but the pussy just ain't no good? (SAY WHAT?)
And then you're getting' upset cause you can't get her wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood?
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes her so long to come (SAY WHAT?)
Then a dude walks in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?)
So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang.), you start talkin' real fast.
But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he starts beatin' on your ass.
Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it's soft. (WHUT?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go jack off.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
[fade out]
Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right?
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?
Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?
He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said,
Woooooo, good morning, ladies.
You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man.
I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the drums,
everybody just crowd around the mic, I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes.
But first, I'ma start it off like this. Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.)
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.
Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale.
When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale.
Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan.
I let her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan.
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.
Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.
I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA!
I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.
I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.
Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night.
But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had.
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
So roll, roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.
I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair, but damn she looked good.
I took her to my house, cause she was fine, but she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine.
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African.
I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice.
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met a woman in the heart of Australia.
Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo.
See, I met this woman from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aiiiiieeee!
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.
Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me.
I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Hey, wait a minute man, check this out.
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy.
That country music nearly drove me crazy, but I rode that ass and said, Yes, Miss Daisy!
Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that pussy in a coma.
Met this lady in Michigan; I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again.
Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino.
Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Man, I thought I told ya.
Met this beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border of Mexico.
Fine young thing, said her name's Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. I know I'ma cry when she gets deported.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck, but the pussy just ain't no good? (SAY WHAT?)
And then you're getting' upset cause you can't get her wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood?
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes her so long to come (SAY WHAT?)
Then a dude walks in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?)
So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang.), you start talkin' real fast.
But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he starts beatin' on your ass.
Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it's soft. (WHUT?)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go jack off.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
[fade out]
Let's All Get Drunk - afroman lyrics
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's get dumb, drink some rum
Make my teeth and gums feel real numb
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving
While we're drinking and we're driving
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry
Sober up looking at an all white jury
Judge don't like no drunk like me
Punk might give me strike number three
'Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high
I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit
Try to talk to the women that we can't get with
Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out, we can all go half
It's Friday night got the perfect weather let's get drunk together
Come on hoes
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out home boy
Bacardi, colt, 45, let's party, we're still alive
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right
So drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it
Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded
Rollin' through the ante-dope valley out there
Hope the cops don't smell that beer on my breath
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth
It'll probly knock him stiff
Don't look dumb if my breath on hum
Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum
So the cops can't tell my breath smell
We won't go to jail, we'll go to palm dale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather
We can both get drunk together yeah
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out home boy
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me
Right here, right now
Been lookin' at you all night long that DJ's playing my favorite song
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm
Don't get offended when I pull your arm
I ain't felt this good since I don't know when
And I might not feel this good again
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together
C'mon, y'all
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a girl that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's get dumb, drink some rum
Make my teeth and gums feel real numb
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving
While we're drinking and we're driving
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry
Sober up looking at an all white jury
Judge don't like no drunk like me
Punk might give me strike number three
'Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high
I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit
Try to talk to the women that we can't get with
Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out, we can all go half
It's Friday night got the perfect weather let's get drunk together
Come on hoes
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out home boy
Bacardi, colt, 45, let's party, we're still alive
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right
So drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it
Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded
Rollin' through the ante-dope valley out there
Hope the cops don't smell that beer on my breath
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth
It'll probly knock him stiff
Don't look dumb if my breath on hum
Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum
So the cops can't tell my breath smell
We won't go to jail, we'll go to palm dale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather
We can both get drunk together yeah
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out home boy
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me
Right here, right now
Been lookin' at you all night long that DJ's playing my favorite song
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm
Don't get offended when I pull your arm
I ain't felt this good since I don't know when
And I might not feel this good again
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together
C'mon, y'all
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a girl that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If It Ain't Free - afroman lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites
I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley
Rollin' like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha' fuckin'
Givin' a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)
These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho's
Swarmin' around my water tryin' to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that's right, hell, yeah)
We all do stupid things payin' too much for pussy
Don't have to be one of em'
So fellas, don't get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)
Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin' looky here boy)
And we ain't talkin' bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)
(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)
And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin' heart
(C'mon 'cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin' heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don't forget your panties and your bra)
'Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don't ya? you know you fucked up
Don't ya? don't ya?)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you'd you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me
(I'll be sittin' up there)
Baby
(Watchin' them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)
See, I finally figured out why these ho's be hoin'
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin'
It must be Sunday, 'cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin' up the crack o'yer ass
(Crack o'yer ass)
Yo, you didn't speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin' nasty
(Nasty)
And it's a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I'm savin' my money for some chile cheese fries
Please, don't make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin' hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin'? Come on, boo
I wouldn't give it to you, if you let me come on you
Ooh, I never found a gold diggin' woman arousin'
I'm a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin' a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus
And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin', you the one puffin'
She the one layin' there, ain't doin' nuthin'
And I bet you ate the pussy hopin' for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn't get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin' 'bout
Takin' all the money out yer bank account
So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you're lookin' for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, 'cuz)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(You know I ain't tryin' to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I'm sayin' cuz?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Hey, let's flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)
Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can't have my money)
I ain't even fuckin' her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some
Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can't have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain't playin'
It ain't like you my woman you know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout a man s'posed to take care of a woman
I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That's drama naw, naw, that's some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain't fixin' to break nary fingernail goin' oops upside yo head
Talkin' 'bout take me shopping
I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin'
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin' punk bitch
(Hey what's Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)
'Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin' me hey come on y'all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)
Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin' Little Man
Won't he suck my dick and let's cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man
I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley
Rollin' like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha' fuckin'
Givin' a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)
These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho's
Swarmin' around my water tryin' to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that's right, hell, yeah)
We all do stupid things payin' too much for pussy
Don't have to be one of em'
So fellas, don't get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)
Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin' looky here boy)
And we ain't talkin' bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)
(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)
And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin' heart
(C'mon 'cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin' heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don't forget your panties and your bra)
'Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don't ya? you know you fucked up
Don't ya? don't ya?)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you'd you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me
(I'll be sittin' up there)
Baby
(Watchin' them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)
See, I finally figured out why these ho's be hoin'
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin'
It must be Sunday, 'cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin' up the crack o'yer ass
(Crack o'yer ass)
Yo, you didn't speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin' nasty
(Nasty)
And it's a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I'm savin' my money for some chile cheese fries
Please, don't make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin' hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin'? Come on, boo
I wouldn't give it to you, if you let me come on you
Ooh, I never found a gold diggin' woman arousin'
I'm a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin' a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus
And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin', you the one puffin'
She the one layin' there, ain't doin' nuthin'
And I bet you ate the pussy hopin' for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn't get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin' 'bout
Takin' all the money out yer bank account
So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you're lookin' for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga
You gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, 'cuz)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)
You's a gold diggin' bitch usin' yer pussy tryin' to get rich maybe
(You know I ain't tryin' to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I'm sayin' cuz?)
If your pussy ain't free it's not for me, baby
(Hey, let's flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)
Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can't have my money)
I ain't even fuckin' her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some
Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can't have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain't playin'
It ain't like you my woman you know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout a man s'posed to take care of a woman
I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That's drama naw, naw, that's some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain't fixin' to break nary fingernail goin' oops upside yo head
Talkin' 'bout take me shopping
I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin'
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin' punk bitch
(Hey what's Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)
'Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin' me hey come on y'all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)
Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin' Little Man
Won't he suck my dick and let's cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man
Sell Your Dope - afroman lyrics
A few words of inspiration
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin' herb, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale
Sip your beer, wipe your tears
Encourage your peers, it's gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Hey, whattup lil' inchworm
I hope this letter make you feel just a lil' bit better
Got your T-shirt picked your khakis creased
So you can be G'd up when you get released
Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys
To buy some beer and a couple of strippers
You can use my car till you find another
Can't wait till you get home
But later on, that money you get from your GR check
Should be enough to put you back on deck
Now I know, you on parole but don't be scared
This time, we be prepared
Fuck the feds, don't say shit to your broad
Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard
When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot
Won't find nothin' but a lawsuit, baby, baby
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Your baby momma, she might trip
'Cuz you hangin' with a Crip tryin' to clock your grip
She can't help a black man out
But when bills come around, she's got her hand out
The baby needs Pampers and Similac
Plus you need rims for your Cadillac
Ignore your girl when she starts trippin'
Keep them kilos flippin' Dayton's dipin'
We can expand by a little land
Hand the dope game down to the next man
Buy a little business clean the money
Look at the cops funny, hey hey hey
Frontin' in your Caddy or a beat up Taurus
Got the baby gangsters sellin' shit for us
We can dance underwater and not get wet
Sell crack on the internet but not yet
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
1, 2, 3, 4 breakdown
Early in the morning when I get outta bed
I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads
I sell it all day baby, you sell it all night long
Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone
I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl
Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl
Baby, don't try to change me if I go to the pen
'Cuz when the white man lets me go
I'm gonna do the same old thing again
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin' herb, movin' weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of ya'll, just waitin' on another sale
Sip your beer, wipe your tears
Encourage your peers, it's gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Hey, whattup lil' inchworm
I hope this letter make you feel just a lil' bit better
Got your T-shirt picked your khakis creased
So you can be G'd up when you get released
Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys
To buy some beer and a couple of strippers
You can use my car till you find another
Can't wait till you get home
But later on, that money you get from your GR check
Should be enough to put you back on deck
Now I know, you on parole but don't be scared
This time, we be prepared
Fuck the feds, don't say shit to your broad
Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard
When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot
Won't find nothin' but a lawsuit, baby, baby
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Your baby momma, she might trip
'Cuz you hangin' with a Crip tryin' to clock your grip
She can't help a black man out
But when bills come around, she's got her hand out
The baby needs Pampers and Similac
Plus you need rims for your Cadillac
Ignore your girl when she starts trippin'
Keep them kilos flippin' Dayton's dipin'
We can expand by a little land
Hand the dope game down to the next man
Buy a little business clean the money
Look at the cops funny, hey hey hey
Frontin' in your Caddy or a beat up Taurus
Got the baby gangsters sellin' shit for us
We can dance underwater and not get wet
Sell crack on the internet but not yet
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
1, 2, 3, 4 breakdown
Early in the morning when I get outta bed
I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads
I sell it all day baby, you sell it all night long
Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone
I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl
Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl
Baby, don't try to change me if I go to the pen
'Cuz when the white man lets me go
I'm gonna do the same old thing again
Everything is gonna be alright, sell your dope
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner, they wanna start a fight
Sell your dope, keep on hustlin' till your money's right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pocket's tight
You can't find a job 'cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother, you know this world ain't right
There's a Price 2 Pay - afroman lyrics
[CHORUS]
yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay
life's gonna hang you a bill one day
before your freedom or your life get took
get a girl, a wife or a playboy book
one more time
[CHORUS]
sitting at a red light
trying to get my head right
this girl pass with a monster-ass
mentally distracted
I manustry reacted
my penis' expanded
her number I demanded
the questions I asked her were nice and discrete
but now she's in my passenger seat
turn up the beat
went to my castle
fucked without a hassle
oh, it felt great in her asshole
she was sexy seductive
her name was Morgan
I loved the way she sucked my reproductive organ
I road it and road it
finally unloaded (uhh)
went to the bathroom because I couldn't hold it
oh I looked down and I was trippin'
because I'd seen blood drippin'
off the tip of my penis
it don't take a genius
to figure she's a virgin
scrubbed my dick with detergent
I'm in the mix, if you know what I mean
'cause the girl's only sixteen
your nipples are hard
your bootie's soft
but cutie I need to drop you off
grabed my keys then smashed down the street
trying to get rid of the braud
but her mama standing in the front yard
lookin' at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta geared
I looked kinda old with a fro and a beard
she looked at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my honey stote daytons
turned the shit up had the bass go knocking
stressing like a mothafucker going back to Compton
turned down the street and I was skatin' homey
Sheriff department straight waiting on me
we just need to ask a few questions homey
why the fuck you putting these handcuffs on me?
got to the station, now they tellin' me
that shit I did was a felony
maybe you can release your rap tape
when you through doing time for statutorial rape
[CHORUS]
Buccccoooc
Padapapayaa...
Met this girl named Kim working at [M&M?]
she was nice and slim
she got a man but she don't talk to him
you don't let her tell it
sniff that pussy you can probably smell it
anyway she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse
her and her man is going through a divorce
we kept talkin' so good so far
we started walkin' back to my car
fired up the engine went to my house
pulled down my pants, started cheatin' on my spouse
with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but she's a nimfo
bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god this girl is odd
lost my vision as I shot my wad
pulled on my pants, cocked up my gat
I gotta get rid of this hood rat
'cause she's callin' up her man on my telephone
it's time for this bitch to take her ass home
after ejaculation, took the bitch home with no conversation
no more Luther or s gate
I pulled out my all-white too short tape
I'm playin' too short and the shit still hit
Ima make the bitch walk if she talks some shit
got to her house banged on the curve
threw my head back fired up some herb
she asked me do you wanna come in
I said wait a minute woman
who do you live with
she said I'm single, I don't play that shit
I don't lie I tell every guy
you gotta call me first before you come by
I said alright
put my car in park
then I walked inside
I hit the alarm for my '83 caddy
she was yippin' and yappin'
about her baby daddy
talkin' with her hoochie pitch
she called her baby-daddy a lil' old bitch
talkin' shit loud and fast
bitch talking but she kicked his ass
said she socked him like a lil' old hoe
we was disturbed by a knock on the door
damn who's that where's my gat
I hope I don't die fucking with this hood-rat
I'm trying to be one of those Palmdale playas
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught...
hey anyway man
the TV and the radio was playin'
I couldn't quite figure out what they was saying
they voices started escalating
and im sitting on the couch debating
should I stay? should I leave?
should I grab this bitch by her fucking weave
sock her in the eye bitch don't lie
you knew your baby-daddy was fixing to come by
and you invited me in
now look at the shape im in
my palms are sweaty
my muscles was tense
stood up fool I couldn't take the suspense
I walked to the door kinda nervous
Im not ready for a funeral service
opened the door, calm and cool
I got eye contact with the fool
she talked about him as if he was small
come to find out he's like seven feet tall
I smoke he smoke
he gave me a pound with his hand
I walked right past the man
jumped in my '83 Cadillac
drove down the street then I never came back
went to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin'
about the scandiling shit that could've happened
[CHORUS]
bucooc!
Padapapayaa... [fade out]
yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay
life's gonna hang you a bill one day
before your freedom or your life get took
get a girl, a wife or a playboy book
one more time
[CHORUS]
sitting at a red light
trying to get my head right
this girl pass with a monster-ass
mentally distracted
I manustry reacted
my penis' expanded
her number I demanded
the questions I asked her were nice and discrete
but now she's in my passenger seat
turn up the beat
went to my castle
fucked without a hassle
oh, it felt great in her asshole
she was sexy seductive
her name was Morgan
I loved the way she sucked my reproductive organ
I road it and road it
finally unloaded (uhh)
went to the bathroom because I couldn't hold it
oh I looked down and I was trippin'
because I'd seen blood drippin'
off the tip of my penis
it don't take a genius
to figure she's a virgin
scrubbed my dick with detergent
I'm in the mix, if you know what I mean
'cause the girl's only sixteen
your nipples are hard
your bootie's soft
but cutie I need to drop you off
grabed my keys then smashed down the street
trying to get rid of the braud
but her mama standing in the front yard
lookin' at me weird 'cause I'm gangsta geared
I looked kinda old with a fro and a beard
she looked at me if I was Satan
I smashed off in my honey stote daytons
turned the shit up had the bass go knocking
stressing like a mothafucker going back to Compton
turned down the street and I was skatin' homey
Sheriff department straight waiting on me
we just need to ask a few questions homey
why the fuck you putting these handcuffs on me?
got to the station, now they tellin' me
that shit I did was a felony
maybe you can release your rap tape
when you through doing time for statutorial rape
[CHORUS]
Buccccoooc
Padapapayaa...
Met this girl named Kim working at [M&M?]
she was nice and slim
she got a man but she don't talk to him
you don't let her tell it
sniff that pussy you can probably smell it
anyway she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse
her and her man is going through a divorce
we kept talkin' so good so far
we started walkin' back to my car
fired up the engine went to my house
pulled down my pants, started cheatin' on my spouse
with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but she's a nimfo
bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god this girl is odd
lost my vision as I shot my wad
pulled on my pants, cocked up my gat
I gotta get rid of this hood rat
'cause she's callin' up her man on my telephone
it's time for this bitch to take her ass home
after ejaculation, took the bitch home with no conversation
no more Luther or s gate
I pulled out my all-white too short tape
I'm playin' too short and the shit still hit
Ima make the bitch walk if she talks some shit
got to her house banged on the curve
threw my head back fired up some herb
she asked me do you wanna come in
I said wait a minute woman
who do you live with
she said I'm single, I don't play that shit
I don't lie I tell every guy
you gotta call me first before you come by
I said alright
put my car in park
then I walked inside
I hit the alarm for my '83 caddy
she was yippin' and yappin'
about her baby daddy
talkin' with her hoochie pitch
she called her baby-daddy a lil' old bitch
talkin' shit loud and fast
bitch talking but she kicked his ass
said she socked him like a lil' old hoe
we was disturbed by a knock on the door
damn who's that where's my gat
I hope I don't die fucking with this hood-rat
I'm trying to be one of those Palmdale playas
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught in some chaos
but now I'm caught...
hey anyway man
the TV and the radio was playin'
I couldn't quite figure out what they was saying
they voices started escalating
and im sitting on the couch debating
should I stay? should I leave?
should I grab this bitch by her fucking weave
sock her in the eye bitch don't lie
you knew your baby-daddy was fixing to come by
and you invited me in
now look at the shape im in
my palms are sweaty
my muscles was tense
stood up fool I couldn't take the suspense
I walked to the door kinda nervous
Im not ready for a funeral service
opened the door, calm and cool
I got eye contact with the fool
she talked about him as if he was small
come to find out he's like seven feet tall
I smoke he smoke
he gave me a pound with his hand
I walked right past the man
jumped in my '83 Cadillac
drove down the street then I never came back
went to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin'
about the scandiling shit that could've happened
[CHORUS]
bucooc!
Padapapayaa... [fade out]
Paranoid - afroman lyrics
Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look
Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz
Aiight
How long can sell?
(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
Before I have to go to jail
(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)
Can I possibly get real?
(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
Before somebody go and snitch
(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?
I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious
Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone
Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come
Stop telling these bitches where you got it from
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
Everybody looking at me look like the police
Havin' conversations with my gang assailants
Do you think, we under police surveillance?
Asking questions giving suggestions
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians
Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up
Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man
How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
The Sheriff department's right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water
Spend more time with my son and my daughter
But my drug life drug me away from my wife
She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife
The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'
But I gotta sell dope till it happen
For how long?
Hey, who is that, who is that man?
See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks
Yo man little rich kids comin' over here
That's what I'm saying now
You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents
What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
He stays over there
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep
Before the cops rape, please give me a beat
If they accidently kill me and I don't escape
Pray some white person, gotta video tape
Twinkle twinkle little little star
That looks like a police car
Shining on my dope spot
A police raid
I hope not
Little little homie hold my gun
I'm gonna fuckin' run
Where I run, I don't care
Throw that dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, through the hood
Straight in to the woods camera
Fly like lepord's
I hear, German Shepards
Freeze, hold it right there
Drug dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, criminal court
No black support
Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white
They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal
If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still
What a predicament
Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz
Aiight
How long can sell?
(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
Before I have to go to jail
(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)
Can I possibly get real?
(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
Before somebody go and snitch
(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?
I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious
Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone
Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come
Stop telling these bitches where you got it from
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
One false move, I can be destroyed
I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy
As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
Everybody looking at me look like the police
Havin' conversations with my gang assailants
Do you think, we under police surveillance?
Asking questions giving suggestions
Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians
Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up
Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man
How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
The Sheriff department's right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water
Spend more time with my son and my daughter
But my drug life drug me away from my wife
She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife
The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'
But I gotta sell dope till it happen
For how long?
Hey, who is that, who is that man?
See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks
Yo man little rich kids comin' over here
That's what I'm saying now
You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents
What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
He stays over there
How long can I sell?
The Sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real?
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep
Before the cops rape, please give me a beat
If they accidently kill me and I don't escape
Pray some white person, gotta video tape
Twinkle twinkle little little star
That looks like a police car
Shining on my dope spot
A police raid
I hope not
Little little homie hold my gun
I'm gonna fuckin' run
Where I run, I don't care
Throw that dope, anywhere
Cops chase me, through the hood
Straight in to the woods camera
Fly like lepord's
I hear, German Shepards
Freeze, hold it right there
Drug dealers, nightmare
Busted crack, criminal court
No black support
Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white
They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal
If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still
What a predicament
Let Me Out - afroman lyrics
i dont wanna sell yay
get my door kicked in by the kkk
shoulda said the police
lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks of the ghetto
i try to escape
ya caught my music
on a CD or rap tape
i make it then take it
to the mom and papa store
for a proper cash flo'
from the mom and papa store
dont want no more rappers on consignment
find another alignment
come back another climate
people don't even know who you is
you need a name in the music biz
your album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, your music is trashy
outkast, inside they class me
out the door is where they catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the street
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to swap meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil without a record deal
selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)
Hustlin on the street is hard
in a fight with the white security guard
talkin bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in
you can spend your money here
you cant make no money here
you better get outta here ya here here
did i make myself clear?
i go and drink a beer
til im pissy in my belly
big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)
I'm so depressed plus overstressed
wanna rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i wanna cock my heat
make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world what im all about
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the party people scream n shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my destiny
depressed, determined
smokin, shermann
black, german
monster, herman
sellin, crack
money, stacked
down for a murder, black
like roberta flack
get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up
'cause the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin
it might sound strange in my rhyme
but im from the west coast
i cant change with the hands of time
what i am is what i am
if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn
black pecker's my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your gums split
while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill every cop I meet
I wanna burn down this house that swapped me
Im talkin smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the koreans and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of black human beings
OH! give it up, give it up
its time for the black folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town, motherfucker
so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the black vigilante
it cant be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan
feel the wrath of the afroman
let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers what im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take control of my destiny
I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT
if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it
fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz
i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is
revolution, revolution
revolution - thats the solution
i made the rap tape, i made the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!
ladadadadadadadadada
Nobody understand the Afroman
ladadadadadadadadada
fuck the police and the ku klux klan
ladadadadadadadadada
ima hungry hustla, east side young busta
get my door kicked in by the kkk
shoulda said the police
lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice
from the tracks of the ghetto
i try to escape
ya caught my music
on a CD or rap tape
i make it then take it
to the mom and papa store
for a proper cash flo'
from the mom and papa store
dont want no more rappers on consignment
find another alignment
come back another climate
people don't even know who you is
you need a name in the music biz
your album, for one, has no promotion
your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion
your ashy, your music is trashy
outkast, inside they class me
out the door is where they catch me
(WHERE?)
Straight into the street
(WHERE YOU GOIN?)
now im on my way to swap meet
(SAY WHAT?)
Tryn to make a mil without a record deal
selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)
Hustlin on the street is hard
in a fight with the white security guard
talkin bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'
I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin
Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass
skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!
Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean
tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in
you can spend your money here
you cant make no money here
you better get outta here ya here here
did i make myself clear?
i go and drink a beer
til im pissy in my belly
big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)
I'm so depressed plus overstressed
wanna rap so hard im obsessed
sometimes i wanna cock my heat
make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world what im all about
let me out, let me out
let me rap til the party people scream n shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take contol of my destiny
depressed, determined
smokin, shermann
black, german
monster, herman
sellin, crack
money, stacked
down for a murder, black
like roberta flack
get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up
'cause the music industry is messed up, baby!
i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi
sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody
ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin
its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin
it might sound strange in my rhyme
but im from the west coast
i cant change with the hands of time
what i am is what i am
if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn
black pecker's my title, john king is my idol
im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival
i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin
bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in
i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo
i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit
you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit
walkin home with your gums split
while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)
bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)
cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO
punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch
I wanna kill every cop I meet
I wanna burn down this house that swapped me
Im talkin smack but you aint hearin
get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin
all the koreans and all the europeans
the ones makin money off of black human beings
OH! give it up, give it up
its time for the black folks to live it up
a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down
run the white cops outta town, motherfucker
so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b
runs from the black vigilante
it cant be,
a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan
feel the wrath of the afroman
let me out, let me out
let me show these motherfuckers what im all about
let me out, let me out
fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout
let me out, let me out
let me show the whole world the best of me
let me out, let me out
let me take control of my destiny
I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT
if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it
fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz
i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is
revolution, revolution
revolution - thats the solution
i made the rap tape, i made the CD
fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!
BITCH!
ladadadadadadadadada
Nobody understand the Afroman
ladadadadadadadadada
fuck the police and the ku klux klan
ladadadadadadadadada
ima hungry hustla, east side young busta
Bacc 2 School - afroman lyrics
Man, my daddy told me
Boy, when I was your age
I had to walk 13 miles to school
I said, "Oh, is that why you didn't graduate?"
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Mama
(Mama)
Go to the University of Smoking Marijuana
(What?)
All of my friends go to USC
So I'm gonna tag along and hit the bong with them
Walkin' through the masses, lookin' for my classes
I can't concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with a chick
Baby, don't know, I'm an ex-convict
Walkin' round the campus with my 'fro and dick
Every twenty seconds, I'll be grabbin' my dick
Full of alcohol at the football games
Doin' more drugs than my nigga Rich James
My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate
It would take a miracle for me to graduate
Maybe I won't, maybe I will
Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coupe Deville
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
How do I party?
(Party)
And still pass
I hardly
(Hardly)
Ever go to class
Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal
If you bought it from me, it's illegal
'Cause I'm Afroman, the educated crip
On a rock cocaine scholarship, cook that crack until it's done
I use that for my Negro college fund
Broke minorities, sellin' dope to those bitches in sororities
She's drinkin' one too many 40's
She took her clothes off, now we're havin' orgys
Baby, I don't mean to act rude
But you told me you would never fuck a black dude
Colt 45 must have got you in the mood
To eat a fat dick like sum soul food
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Hey fellas, can I get jiggy with it? Hey, check this shit out right here
Hey homeboy, don't stress, I got the answers to the test
My college professer smokes a lot of grass
She's gonna make sure we pass
That's how you pass trigonometry
Sell dope to your teacher, use niggernometry
On the microphone, there's not a rapper bomb as me
And when the police pushin', nobody's calm as me
Wait a minute, you know what's fucked up
Black people in college act stuck up
So self-conscious, and insecure
You wanna speak back, but you really ain't sure
Look at me, what do you see?
You see the OG, you ashamed to be
So fuck you, you pretty little rich fat boy
You can suck my dick just like that boy
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
I said, "Honey
(Honey)
You got some sexy looks
You need money
(Money)
To buy your textbooks"
Get it wet, and I can get it hard
We can slide your vaginal credit card
Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl,
Before we study, can we smoke a little Buddha, girl?
Raise your shirt, lick the nipples on your hooters, girl
Open up your legs, baby you're the girl
Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl
You was playin' with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded
Down your thoat, and fuckin' exploded
Tell your prejudice dad and mom
To email their comments to suck my dick.com
Afro's the bomb, blowin' up like Vietnam
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Boy, when I was your age
I had to walk 13 miles to school
I said, "Oh, is that why you didn't graduate?"
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Mama
(Mama)
Go to the University of Smoking Marijuana
(What?)
All of my friends go to USC
So I'm gonna tag along and hit the bong with them
Walkin' through the masses, lookin' for my classes
I can't concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with a chick
Baby, don't know, I'm an ex-convict
Walkin' round the campus with my 'fro and dick
Every twenty seconds, I'll be grabbin' my dick
Full of alcohol at the football games
Doin' more drugs than my nigga Rich James
My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate
It would take a miracle for me to graduate
Maybe I won't, maybe I will
Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coupe Deville
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
How do I party?
(Party)
And still pass
I hardly
(Hardly)
Ever go to class
Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal
If you bought it from me, it's illegal
'Cause I'm Afroman, the educated crip
On a rock cocaine scholarship, cook that crack until it's done
I use that for my Negro college fund
Broke minorities, sellin' dope to those bitches in sororities
She's drinkin' one too many 40's
She took her clothes off, now we're havin' orgys
Baby, I don't mean to act rude
But you told me you would never fuck a black dude
Colt 45 must have got you in the mood
To eat a fat dick like sum soul food
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Hey fellas, can I get jiggy with it? Hey, check this shit out right here
Hey homeboy, don't stress, I got the answers to the test
My college professer smokes a lot of grass
She's gonna make sure we pass
That's how you pass trigonometry
Sell dope to your teacher, use niggernometry
On the microphone, there's not a rapper bomb as me
And when the police pushin', nobody's calm as me
Wait a minute, you know what's fucked up
Black people in college act stuck up
So self-conscious, and insecure
You wanna speak back, but you really ain't sure
Look at me, what do you see?
You see the OG, you ashamed to be
So fuck you, you pretty little rich fat boy
You can suck my dick just like that boy
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
I said, "Honey
(Honey)
You got some sexy looks
You need money
(Money)
To buy your textbooks"
Get it wet, and I can get it hard
We can slide your vaginal credit card
Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl,
Before we study, can we smoke a little Buddha, girl?
Raise your shirt, lick the nipples on your hooters, girl
Open up your legs, baby you're the girl
Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl
You was playin' with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded
Down your thoat, and fuckin' exploded
Tell your prejudice dad and mom
To email their comments to suck my dick.com
Afro's the bomb, blowin' up like Vietnam
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school, yeah
(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin'?)
With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed
You know, I been act a fool, yeah
God Has Smiled on Me - afroman lyrics
Yeah, I be acting crazy rapping nasty but don't get me wrong
I got sense I'ma thank God on this song
This song is dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died
But for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it
Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence
And it's not ironic Gods got a plan and purpose for your life man
The quarter piece quartet gonna help us sing it right about now
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Before I was a wild juvenile I used to be a mild Christian young child
I used to seek and seek search and search analyze everybody
In my church, a 1 2 I've seen a lot of hypocrites religious fakers
Deacon hungers and often takers when I turned 13
I thought church was fake I took all I could take so I took a lil' brake
I went to the world and bought a jerry curl and some crack to slice
So I can do my own thing the street life I didn't understand good
So I started gang banging to prove my manhood, yeah
Have fun baggin' the gun the baddest kid on the block
Was a Christian son went to the county jail
Not once but twice gambling with my life
With the dealing dice buucoooc
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
I got released in '94 told my mama I don't wanna get in trouble no mo'
I wanna find a job obtain some wealth be independent like you
And take care of my self, I stopped bangin' I really quit
But not the people that I got into it wit' back in the day
From Pompale to la they got beef wit' me homie up until this day
To make a long story short I stepped out the tub
Walked around the corner to the local night club
Sittin' at a table just doin' my thang
Just when I got approached by this rival gang
His gang and my gang just got into it I tried to explain
I didn't do it I told ya bro since '94 I been straight man
I don't mess around no more
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
You know what he said, man he got smart wit' me he said
Call the mortuary order some flowers you quit you're game
But we never quit ours
He got exited we started fist fightin' like Mike Tyson I was scratchin'
And bitin' a bunch of them started mobbing me threw me on the floor
And started robbing me the things that they took from me
Wasn't nothing major, wallet, Walkman cheap lil' pager
They took my food stamps, took my knife
Took me and tried to take my life
I tried to fight back but my efforts was useless
Ain't no need to make enough excuses
Amen I was on the ground getting beat down
8 different people kicking me around, I thought about all the bad things
I did when I ran from God as a little bitty kid no sign
No reason, no clue, no warning, no fare nobody cared
2 o'clock in the morning heavy licks they was layin' on me
But at the same time my momma she was prayin' for me
Lights from the helicopter filled the air and the police cars came
Every were I told Jesus I don't deserve You but let me live
And I'll serve You, God has smiled
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Sometimes when I'm drinking man I think about all my close calls
Ya know, what I'm saying the times I almost got shot
The times I was committing crimes almost got caught by the police
Man I think about car accidents that never happened
I think about home boys I speak to one day
Next day they catch 50 60 years maybe even rest in peace
You know what I'm saying but check this out man we still alive right?
God ain't through wit' us so let's put it down man
Stop all this madness know what I'm sayin'
Go on take care of some situations we need to take care of
And to all the homeboys who robbed me
Hey man I'm still alive so if y'all be so kind
Go down there and buy my tape man that will make up
Them food stamps y'all took from me right
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
I got sense I'ma thank God on this song
This song is dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died
But for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it
Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence
And it's not ironic Gods got a plan and purpose for your life man
The quarter piece quartet gonna help us sing it right about now
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Before I was a wild juvenile I used to be a mild Christian young child
I used to seek and seek search and search analyze everybody
In my church, a 1 2 I've seen a lot of hypocrites religious fakers
Deacon hungers and often takers when I turned 13
I thought church was fake I took all I could take so I took a lil' brake
I went to the world and bought a jerry curl and some crack to slice
So I can do my own thing the street life I didn't understand good
So I started gang banging to prove my manhood, yeah
Have fun baggin' the gun the baddest kid on the block
Was a Christian son went to the county jail
Not once but twice gambling with my life
With the dealing dice buucoooc
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
I got released in '94 told my mama I don't wanna get in trouble no mo'
I wanna find a job obtain some wealth be independent like you
And take care of my self, I stopped bangin' I really quit
But not the people that I got into it wit' back in the day
From Pompale to la they got beef wit' me homie up until this day
To make a long story short I stepped out the tub
Walked around the corner to the local night club
Sittin' at a table just doin' my thang
Just when I got approached by this rival gang
His gang and my gang just got into it I tried to explain
I didn't do it I told ya bro since '94 I been straight man
I don't mess around no more
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
You know what he said, man he got smart wit' me he said
Call the mortuary order some flowers you quit you're game
But we never quit ours
He got exited we started fist fightin' like Mike Tyson I was scratchin'
And bitin' a bunch of them started mobbing me threw me on the floor
And started robbing me the things that they took from me
Wasn't nothing major, wallet, Walkman cheap lil' pager
They took my food stamps, took my knife
Took me and tried to take my life
I tried to fight back but my efforts was useless
Ain't no need to make enough excuses
Amen I was on the ground getting beat down
8 different people kicking me around, I thought about all the bad things
I did when I ran from God as a little bitty kid no sign
No reason, no clue, no warning, no fare nobody cared
2 o'clock in the morning heavy licks they was layin' on me
But at the same time my momma she was prayin' for me
Lights from the helicopter filled the air and the police cars came
Every were I told Jesus I don't deserve You but let me live
And I'll serve You, God has smiled
God has smiled on me he has set me free
(Come on, like when them bullets just fly past you)
Ooh God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Sometimes when I'm drinking man I think about all my close calls
Ya know, what I'm saying the times I almost got shot
The times I was committing crimes almost got caught by the police
Man I think about car accidents that never happened
I think about home boys I speak to one day
Next day they catch 50 60 years maybe even rest in peace
You know what I'm saying but check this out man we still alive right?
God ain't through wit' us so let's put it down man
Stop all this madness know what I'm sayin'
Go on take care of some situations we need to take care of
And to all the homeboys who robbed me
Hey man I'm still alive so if y'all be so kind
Go down there and buy my tape man that will make up
Them food stamps y'all took from me right
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see
God has smiled on me He has set me free
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me
"Because I Got High" (2000)
- Because I Got High - afroman lyrics
- Missisippi - afroman lyrics
- Girls - afroman lyrics
- You Ain't My Friend - afroman lyrics
- Hush - afroman lyrics
- Tumbleweed - afroman lyrics
- Dope Fiend - afroman lyrics
- She Won't Let Me Fuck - afroman lyrics
- Tall Cans - afroman lyrics
- Graveyard Shift - afroman lyrics
- Because I Got High (Radio Edit) - afroman lyrics
- American Dream - afroman lyrics
Because I Got High - afroman lyrics
It's Like, I don't care about nothin man,
roll another blunt, Yea (ohh ohh ohh),
La da da da da da La, Da Daaa,
La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
I am taking it next semester and I know why, (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
(La da da da da da da da da)
Now I am a paraplegic and i know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why, yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
La da da da da da, La da da da, Shoop shooby doo wop.
Get jiggy wit it, skibbidy bee bop diddy do wahhh
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
(hey where the cluck at cuz) [clucks]
Well my name is afroman and I'm from east pomdale (east-pom-dale)
and all the tolweed I be smokin is bomb as helllllll (excelent delivery)
I don't beleive in Hitler, that's what I said (oh my goodness)
so all of you skins (skins) please give me more head
roll another blunt, Yea (ohh ohh ohh),
La da da da da da La, Da Daaa,
La da da da, La da da da, La da da daaa
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
my room is still messed up and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
(La da da da da da da da da)
I am taking it next semester and I know why, (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
now I'm selling dope and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
they took my whole paycheck and I know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
(La da da da da da da da da)
Now I am a paraplegic and i know why (why man?) yea heayy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- because I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why, yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high [repeat 3X]
(La da da da da da da da da)
I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
La da da da da da, La da da da, Shoop shooby doo wop.
Get jiggy wit it, skibbidy bee bop diddy do wahhh
- cause I'm high [repeat 3X]
(hey where the cluck at cuz) [clucks]
Well my name is afroman and I'm from east pomdale (east-pom-dale)
and all the tolweed I be smokin is bomb as helllllll (excelent delivery)
I don't beleive in Hitler, that's what I said (oh my goodness)
so all of you skins (skins) please give me more head
Missisippi - afroman lyrics
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life
But Palmdale over with homeboy
I'm fittin to go home 'cause)
Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
To Mississippi
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family 'cause)
Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
To Mississippi
(You shmell me homeboy
Yeah, take them fools back to '82 'cause)
Before South Central, Palmdale flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in Laurel
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin "Keep it crunckin Clyde"?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
To Waynesboro
Fuck their little homegirl
Make her toes curl
Rock their world
Leave with their Auntie Sheryl
She sucks me sucks me
Fucks me fucks me
Cries every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup
Cause I gots to go
Scoop another ho
From Tupelo
Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in Meridian
Make that bitch rub her clit again
Pinch the nipples on her tit again
Suck my dick until she spit again
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Way down yonder in East Bouche
Cops be sweatin outta town dog
Sniffin my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and shit
Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star
Cuffed in the back of some police car
Did you find the gun? NO
Did you find the dope? NO
Open up the back door ???Well son, you're free to go???
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo
Flossed like a cholow
In a clean low glow
Come on let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Get nervous
As I swerve this
Cadillac through Purvis
Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal
Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go
So I'ma drive slow
Hide my fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
Last summer y'all
I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and June
Down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I be diggin
All the pretty young women in Wiggins
On the boat
Gulfport
I got my dick down some girl's throat
I can't help it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
Hula Hula Hula
The whole house ruler
What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small cities
But they still got big ole asses plus titties
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler Afroman
Flyin through the air in my underwear
Geri curl activator in my hair
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always gettin plenty panty action
McClaine, even McComb
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
I got the weed brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
Depend on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll Phillies
With all the Hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
Buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a part of it
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the latest
I'm the greatest
And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or should I say loc
Cause you my folk
So let's take a toke
Till we croak
I'm a locsta locsta
Hundred spokesta
Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
But Palmdale over with homeboy
I'm fittin to go home 'cause)
Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
To Mississippi
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family 'cause)
Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
To Mississippi
(You shmell me homeboy
Yeah, take them fools back to '82 'cause)
Before South Central, Palmdale flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in Laurel
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin "Keep it crunckin Clyde"?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
To Waynesboro
Fuck their little homegirl
Make her toes curl
Rock their world
Leave with their Auntie Sheryl
She sucks me sucks me
Fucks me fucks me
Cries every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup
Cause I gots to go
Scoop another ho
From Tupelo
Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in Meridian
Make that bitch rub her clit again
Pinch the nipples on her tit again
Suck my dick until she spit again
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Way down yonder in East Bouche
Cops be sweatin outta town dog
Sniffin my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and shit
Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star
Cuffed in the back of some police car
Did you find the gun? NO
Did you find the dope? NO
Open up the back door ???Well son, you're free to go???
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo
Flossed like a cholow
In a clean low glow
Come on let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Get nervous
As I swerve this
Cadillac through Purvis
Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal
Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go
So I'ma drive slow
Hide my fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
Last summer y'all
I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and June
Down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I be diggin
All the pretty young women in Wiggins
On the boat
Gulfport
I got my dick down some girl's throat
I can't help it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
Hula Hula Hula
The whole house ruler
What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small cities
But they still got big ole asses plus titties
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler Afroman
Flyin through the air in my underwear
Geri curl activator in my hair
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always gettin plenty panty action
McClaine, even McComb
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
I got the weed brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
Depend on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll Phillies
With all the Hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
Buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a part of it
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the latest
I'm the greatest
And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or should I say loc
Cause you my folk
So let's take a toke
Till we croak
I'm a locsta locsta
Hundred spokesta
Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
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