20 Twenty-Fro (2023)











 

Sunset Strip lyrics - Afroman

 Sunset Strip

Sunset Strip

Sunset Strip

Sunset Strip


The sun is shining, I'm reclining

In my six toots

I lean forward, jack up the bat

Then I hit the juice

See a sign through Hollywood

My switch is as hot and the weather is good

Mopping foam, playing ODs

Dipping down Sunset with my OGs


I grew up in the ghetto, a young broke Crip

Now I'm hitting switches on the Sunset Strip


Outside with my Gs, we smoking trees

On the Sunset Strip

Low riding sunset on Ds

On the Sunset Strip

Everybody know we making that cheese

On the Sunset Strip

Going round the corner on threes

On the Sunset Strip


Hit the switch, hit the gas station

Car hops twerking, showing ass rotation

Now my passenger got an ass on her

Spice One is the tape she prefer

Her name is Jin, she's down to spin

She brought a friend willing to bend

Over and let me stick it in

She'll suck me and lick me with a grin


She just wanna ride, she just wanna dip

In my low rider down the Sunset Strip


Outside with my Gs, we smoking trees

On the Sunset Strip

Low riding sunset on Ds

On the Sunset Strip

Everybody know we making that cheese

On the Sunset Strip

Going round the corner on threes

On the Sunset Strip


Playing a plan, Jin was cool

But I'm looking for a girl from the old school

Cruising down sunset with my shades on

Sun going down but I still go 'em on

Picked up my homie to see what's going down

Tryna find a party or a ladies' playground

Looking for the hoes, not one in sight

TNA on the sign with neon lights


Outside with my Gs, we smoking trees

On the Sunset Strip

Low riding sunset on Ds

On the Sunset Strip

Everybody know we making that cheese

On the Sunset Strip

Going round the corner on threes

On the Sunset Strip

Lemon Pound Cake (2022)












 

Lemon Pound Cake lyrics - Afroman

 The Adams County Sheriff kicked on my door

Then I heard the glass break

They found no kidnapping victims

Just some Lemon Pound Cake


Mamma's Lemon Pound Cake

It tastes so nice

It made the Sheriff wanna put down his gun

And cut him a slice


(Of what? Of what?)


Lemon Pound Cake

He wanna put down his glock

Lemon Pound Cake

Trending on TikTok

Lemon Pound Cake

He's a family guy

Lemon Pound Cake

Got the munchies because he got high

Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake


He's a Adams County Sheriff

He's hungry and he's big as hell (hmmm)

He was sniffing for weed

Then he smelled another smell (what was that?)


Mamma's Lemon Pound Cake

It tastes so nice

It made the Sheriff wanna put down his gun

And cut him a slice


(Of what? Of what?)


Lemon Pound Cake

He wanna put down his glock

Lemon Pound Cake

Trending on TikTok

Lemon Pound Cake

He's a family guy

Lemon Pound Cake

Got the munchies because he got high

Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake


He''s sees my cake and my porno mag called 'Boom, Boom'

Something happened to his camera on the way to the evidence room


Mamma's Lemon Pound Cake

It tastes so nice

Make the Sheriff wanna put down his gun

And cut him a slice


(Of what? Of what?)


Lemon Pound Cake

He wanna put down his glock

Lemon Pound Cake

Trending on TikTok

Lemon Pound Cake

He's a family guy

Lemon Pound Cake

Got the munchies because he got high

Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake


Lemon Pound Cake

He wanna put down his glock

Lemon Pound Cake

Trending on TikTok

Lemon Pound Cake

He's a family guy

Lemon Pound Cake

Got the munchies because he got high

Lemon Pound Cake, Pound Cake

Wet Tight Energy lyrics - Afroman

 Hey mama

When you gone start paying


Pimp daddy, I can be your reality

I see you got that wet tight energy

Ladies pull out their breast and they go live

While I sign em and drink Colt 45

Make her sang to this thang like a microphone

Stick it in her pussy and I fuck her all night long

Ain't too many bitches that can handle me

Pimp daddy I can be your reality


Imma tell you how I want it

Fire up the kush and get blunted

Feel good don't it?

Gentleman call you madam

Fuck you in my Stacy Adams

I'm just being honest

Dick long, hard as steel

Fuck you in my '83 Coupe Deville

Gang the skank, keep my money top ranked

She can keep her little two cents in the bank

I like what I see

A boss like me need an employee

She between the sheets getting paid lowkey

Make a trick where a rubber, but no not me


On the count of three, tricks pay for the hunnid

Bad bitches bring real pimps money

Bad bitches hate a pimp cause he ain't no trick

Pimp suit, gator boots with a big 'ol dick, uhh


Pimp daddy, I can be your reality

I see you got that wet tight energy

Ladies pull out their breast and they go live

While I sign em and drink Colt 45

Not too many bitches that can handle me

Give a pimp that wet tight energy

Not too many bitches that can handle me

Give a pimp that wet tight energy


Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)

That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)

Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)

That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)


Imma tell you how I want it

1, 2, 3, get blunted

Imma real pimp

Them tricks are phony, what you want?

Steak or bologna?

I'm just being honest women find my dick tasty

Cumming real hard in they mouth from the race play

First class fly way, Rolls Royce because I got high way

Every night we do it my way


On the count of three, trick pay for the hunnid

Bad bitches bring real pimps money

Bad bitches hate a pimp cause he ain't no trick

Pimp suit, gator boots with a big 'ol dick, ayye


Pimp daddy, I can be your reality

I see you got that wet tight energy

Ladies pull out their breast and they go live

While I sign em and drink Colt 45

Not too many bitches that can handle me

Give a pimp that wet tight energy

Not too many bitches that can handle me

Give a pimp that wet tight energy


Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)

That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)

Got that wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)

That wet tight energy (Wet tight energy)


(Got that wet tight) Ohh

(Got that wet tight)

(Got that wet tight, wet tight, wet tight)

(Got that wet tight)

(Got that wet tight)

(This is that wet tight)

(Wet tight, wet tight, wet tight baby)

(Ohh yeah)

(Camel toe babe)

(Oh bae, baby)

(Do-do-do-do-do-do...)


(Wet tight energy)

(I need that wet tight energy girl, yeah)

(Oh, baby)

(Lemon pound cake)

I Need $ lyrics - Afroman

 Man, these gas prices is higher than me man

Look at this inflation man

I got this little bitty for you

If this song don't blow up on TikTok, I'm bad at my job


I really need some money (money)

Hey, I need money

Can I get some money (money)

I really need some money


Not tryna be funny (funny)

It ain't funny (funny)

I say it ain't funny (funny)

I really need money


I don't know what to do (do)

It's 2022 (22)

I still owe you (you)

And you, you and you yeah


I really need some money (money)

Hey, I need money (ah, ah)

Can I get some money (money)

I really need some money


Not tryna be funny (funny)

Hey, it ain't funny

I say it ain't funny (funny)

I really need money


I know one day (day)

I'll be stupid paid

But today I'm broker

And need pay


I really need some money (money)

Hey, I need money

Can I get some money (money)

I really need some money


Not tryna be funny (funny)

Hey, it ain't funny

I say it ain't funny (funny)

I really need money


I'm so broke (so broke)

I'm so broke (so broke)

I'm so broke


It's no joke (no joke)

It's no joke (no joke)

It's no joke


I'm so broke (so broke)

I'm so broke (so broke)

I'm so broke


It's no joke (no joke)

It's no joke (no joke)

It's no joke


I really need some money (money)

Hey, I need money (ah, ah)

Can I get some money (money)

I really need some money


Not tryna be funny (funny)

Hey, it ain't funny

I say it ain't funny (funny)

I really need money (ah, ah)


Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


48 Hrs lyrics - Afroman

 Oh, yeah

Afroman, what up O.G

They didn't see this comin' did they

Woo


First I get to smokin'

And then I get to drinkin'

And then it's like I can't slow down (slow down)

E'ry thing in slow-motion

The fuck was I thinkin'

I feel like I might never turn down (turn down)

I been up for 48 hours

I ain't tryna go to sleep

(I ain't tryna go to sleep)

I been up for 48 hours

I ain't tryna go to sleep

(I ain't tryna go to sleep)


My phone ringin' buncha missed calls

My ass shakin' from the withdrawals

I'm seein' double like criss-cross

My wifey yellin' she's pissed off

Keeps tellin' me to come home

But I can't leave till this buzz gone

I keep askin' her what's wrong

Empty beer bottles on the front lawn


Hot as a 'saff and I don't even know

We just ran out of 40s let's go get some mo'

Rollin' up dope when I'm pourin' PatrĂ³n

So I light it then inhale the smoke in my nose

Shout out to the O.G. Afroman

When we drop 'dis it better get a platinum plaque

We got 'em stressed out

They might need an Ativan

Let's have a party in the Chevrolet Astrovan

Now I'm feelin' wavy in that pink Mercedes

Kush so green like I'm in the Navy

I don't never chase and I been livin' dangerous

Now I'm cross-eyed and I'm feelin' lazy


My therapist told me to go get some help

I drank so many 40s I'm pissin' myself

As soon as I'm sober I'll figure it out

Till then keep my name and my dick out ya' mouth


From Cali' to Canada this shit official

I'm crematin' rappers to roll in my Swisher

I'm busin' 'em down and I don't need no scissors

They pawin' out 40s and posin' for pictures


Ain't nobody fuckin' wit' me

Buddy, I'm raw

I keep doin' my thang

Gettin' money on tour

I been up for 48, I might need 24 more

Me 'n Afroman set another high score


First I get to smokin'

And then I get to drinkin'

And then it's like I can't slow down (slow down)

E'ry thing in slow-motion

The fuck was I thinkin'

I feel like I might never turn down (turn down)

I been up for 48 hours

I ain't tryna go to sleep

(I ain't tryna go to sleep)

I been up for 48 hours

I ain't tryna go to sleep

(I ain't tryna go to sleep)


Dick is so slick, gator boots

67 slick prostitutes

Them hip cuffs, them stay kank

Them fur coats, them go right

That Cadillac with them bow ties

Makin' money all durin' the Coronavirus

Smokin' to the airport, flyin' first class

Flight attendant past, meet in first class


She turned around and show me her fat ass

Sat on my lap and took pictures, do a pass

Though I got baggage out the baggage claim

She tag me on IG and DMed the names

Hustlin' game, fortunate fame

Young and old people they all know my name

Limousine, plenty green to the hotel

Girls wanna smoke with the rapper from Dale


Meet 'n then greet, swisher n' sweetin'

I got the munchies, Im eatin' n' eatin'

Bluetooth (tooth)

Green room

Colt 45 I do consume


Reach in the cooler and pull out a drink

Smoke on my dank, say what I think

Buzzin' on liquor

Performance was sicker

I like my girls thicker, she let me dick 'er

Speakers was bumpin', the people was jumpin'

The woman was humpin', my lyrics were thumpin'

Perfect attendant, perfect endin'

Afroman, Merkules trendin'


Rags, riches, fans, bitches

Parkin' lot pimpin', money, bitches

Work wit' jeez like Merkules

Make ya girl twerk then skate on deez


First I get to smokin'

And then I get to drinkin'

And then it's like I can't slow down (slow down)

E'ry thing in slow-motion

The fuck was I thinkin'

I feel like I might never turn down (turn down)

I been up for 48 hours

I ain't tryna go to sleep

(I ain't tryna go to sleep)

I been up for 48 hours

I ain't tryna go to sleep

(I ain't tryna go to sleep)

It's All Right lyrics - Afroman

 It's alright even though am not in the spotlight

Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right

It's not about the come up, it's about the come back

Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on my catalogue


My beer not selling, weed business failing

Snake came keep cup am still bailing loss money on hoes, loss money on shows

The rap game not respecting my flows

My son and my daughter ask when you coming home

I think about my woman, and my fleek wood bros

My Mama's gettin old, the world's gettin cold

No show ticket, a record sold

I make more at the house than I do in the street

While I burn bean and smoke swish

Build a studio, get my bars up

Take some weed money, fix my cars up

Get the cally get the mustard, get the turn up green

Get the smart TV, with the plasma screens

Make love to my baby mothers

Laugh with my kids and watch the blues brothers


It's alright even though am not in the spotlight

Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right

It's not about the come up, it's about the come back

Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on my catalogue


People think they got it bad, but they really got it good

But they won't know until they go Hollywood

Reveal, remodel, organise my house

Spend time with my kids, break up with my spouse

Write me a rap song from the heart

Pick up a pencil and draw some art

Take care of my mom and my grand daddy

Lowrap my sixtools and 83cardi

Everyday I play my music

It's a privilege when you get to choose it

Making the pictures on my computers

Look at the women, look at the hoods

Every rapper wanna be number one

But out off the spotlight, I can still have fun

Fame, I had it before, Check game i dont need it no more


It's alright even though am not in the spotlight

Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right

It's not about the come up, it's about the come back

Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on my catalogue


Mehhh, I mingle with the stars and nobody call me

So much wasting energy, makes me wanna vomit

My post, don't get no likes

My album, don't get no mics

My videos, don't get no views

Am the only person sipping my brews

My girl, don't really love me she thinks am beneath and she's above me

She gat a nice behind see

She don't stand behind me, she don't mind me

Matter of fact, she undermines me

That's okay, am a PIMP drinking out my pimp cup till its empty

Gang mehh ain't over till the day I die

And am a spotlight amma still look fly

Nine times outta TM, afro mother fucking M A E M

We'll do it again, don't let me get back on a radio

Amma pimp and you know you gotta pay me oh


It's alright even though am not in the spotlight

Amma get pay even though you don't wanna pay me right

It's not about the come up, it's about the come back

Pipcup pipzoo gedaboo, vouges on the catalogue

Afroman other songs:

Afroman Is Coming To Town lyrics - Afroman

[Afroman laughing]
Hey what's up, Dog Dirty?
Hey, Po' Boy, check this shit out

You better not pout
You better not shout
I'll slap yo' grandmama's dentures out
Afroman is coming to town

Hey I'm slapping her once
I'm slapping her twice
A no teeth blowjob feels real nice (slurp)
Afroman is coming to town

I know that you been smoking
All my tumbleweed
I looked into my dope sack
All I seen was stems and seeds (cluck)

Hey you better get dressed
Hit the door
Go to the dope spot and buy some more
Afroman is coming to town

All kinda states, all kinda cities
All kinda women yelling "Sign my titties"
Afroman is coming to town

All the ladies in the crowd givin' me hugs
And all the fellas givin' me noogs
Afroman is coming to town

The cops always know
There's drugs at the show
Before they get to the stage
I smoke up all the 'dro

Oh read me my rights
Take me to jail
The weeds all gone and I'm high as hell
Afroman is coming to town

Hey, Po' Boy
Play a little sumthin sumthin, you know what I'm sayin'?

Hey Dog Dirty
Hey let me get a lighter man!

O Chronic Tree lyrics - Afroman

Alright, here I go, here I go
[loud coughing]
Check it out!

Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
Wit' yo' leaves so sticky green
Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
So hard to sell, I want you all for me

The bong is smoked this side of town
L.A.P.D. tryna shut me down!
Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
Your leaves so green and sticky to me!

On the cover of High Times Magazine
Zig-zags, water bongs for you I fiend
Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree
So hard to sell, I want you all for me

From Masta Town to the CPT
Can't wait to pick yo' stems and seeds.
O chronic tree, O chronic tree
So hard to sell, I want you all for me!

"4R0:20" (2004)



Beer Bottle Up - afroman lyrics

[Laughing]
Yeah,
Comeon Homeboy, Turn it up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Buch-ach [x2]

Afroman, Double H, Double C
Double OG, Checking in the double tree

Colt 45, No Bubbley
Cops give me trouble, but they still don't trouble me
Hit the lights, read my rights
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don't care
Run up in the club, grab me a woman (Oh)
Waitress keep them drinks 'a coming (burp)
Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking bout?
I don't know, Shutup bitch, I'm in my own zone
Turn the music up, and leave me alone
Put your hands up if you're with me (ooh)
Tell the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)

[Chorus 2x]

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

[Chorus 2x]

The hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule
Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking brew
Drinking brew, taking blunts to the brain
Palms in the air, cause it's a Palmdale thang
Everybody in the crowd, put your beer in the air (uh)
If you're real short, stand up in a chair (uh)
If you ain't quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette
Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig every chance you can
If you feel the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute
Then take a slurp, Drink slow homie, don't want the bottle
To get all foamy, moving, grooving, jumping around
Bottle in the air, chugging it down.

[Chorus 2x]

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

[Chorus 2x]

Throw it in the trash, drop it on the ground
Stagger to the bar, get another round
If you got alot of money, than share
I'm sure another alcoholic will care
Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if it's good
Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun before you get too old
Lock the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom
Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail
Take a little time out for yourself
Cause Afroman is good for your health

[Chorus 2x]

Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

[Chorus 2x]

Life Of Tha Party - afroman lyrics

[Chorus]

I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[verse 1]
Eerybody seem up tight, I'm drunk so everythings allright
Got a light? -yeah- right right
kick back take a hit(take a hit) turn it up bump that shit(bump it)
I'm dancin I'm groovin other people look at me and start movin
everybody getting comfortable starting throwin up nice and full
start dancin wild motherfuckers smile next thing you know
they dincin too smoking weed drinking brew callin people up on their
cellphone east palmdale homeboy its on

[Chorus]
I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[verse 2]
I'm tha only drunk dancin to tha funk I guess it's up te me to
get this thing crunk get high get drunk go bizarr standin up
straight is major work drivin home I really hope it
I can keep my eyelids open hope that exotic dancer answer
roll cross country lost with the munchie looking for a country
girl that will hunt me palmdale came back to me got down on her knees
and blew me jumped up on my dick screaming man i love what she do to me

[Chorus]
I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[verse 3]
Standin in the yard bumpin sounds
see my homeboy in black and shout you blocking traffic back up and
park you know I got a big fat blunt to spark other homeboys start
cruisin by tryin to get drunk tryin to get high sidewalk looks like
a gangstameeting khaki sack it system beating next thing you know
I see a cop he's writing numbers down he don't stop wafle house late
at night drunkers are gone highers ar kait fuck with the waitress but
don't be rude bitch might spit all in my food (hey play that music
innocent folks won't refuse it) but it in the studio then abuse it
say you got high gentleman excuse it get drunk sag your pants if you
all alone do your dance

[Chorus]
I'm tha only drunk (uh uh)
dancin to tha funk (uh uh)
I guess it's up to me (uh uh)
to get this thing crunk
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi
I'm tha life of tha party (uh uh)
sippin on bacardi

[guitar solo]

Smoke A Blunt - afroman lyrics

smoke a blunt
i love to smoke a blunt man
hey man you know, my white homies ask me
do you like uh, bongs or blunts?
i tell 'em blunts, cause i get pulled over all the time
i can't be throwin' bongs out the window, you know what i mean

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
then let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
then let it go

i love smoking weed all by myself
dont have to pass it to no one else
i hit my blunt
anytime i want
got so much weed i dont have to hunt

i dont get hyper
i dont get crunk
i do get high
i do get drunk

once im high and im high no doubt
i grab my ashtray and put my cigar out
once my high is gone with the wind
i grab my lighter then i flick then i again

briefly take a chronic break
weed headache
big mistake
im high so i put my blunt down
turn up my music and dance all around

i can't hear the phone
i can't hear the door
i never leave home 'less
its time to school

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

i remember when i started smokin weed
pickin' out the stems and the seeds
i didn't have enough to buy me a beer
my homeboy told me to hit this here(?)

i grabbed the blunt
i took a hit
i thought to myself
"i like this shit"
it's better than beer
so annalyze this
i don't have to go take a piss

i don't know how to roll
but the people i roll with
know how to roll blunts like a pole

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go
hahah

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hahahah
hold a smoke, uh
now let it goo
hahahah uhh haha uhh

drivin' cross country though minnesota
state fuckin' trooper straight pulled me over
he said i was drivin' fast as hell
he took a deep breath and asked "what's that smell?"
i knew i was busted, at this point
so i handed him a beautiful, perfectly rolled joint

he looked at it once,
he looked at it twice,
he told me, "you roll your joints real nice"

afroman don't give a fuck
light that blunt and get stupid stuff
smokin' to me is so much fun
people bitch cause i don't get nothin' done

if you are a little kid
please don't do the things i did
anti-drug message? let me see..
don't smoke weed
give it to me!

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

smoke a blunt
nice and slow
hold the smoke
now let it go

"Jobe Bells" (2004)



Deck My Balls - afroman lyrics

lick my balls with lots of sylivia

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

tis the season to suck a drunk driver

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

out of stye with ganster appearal

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

stroll through the hood with a loaded double-barrel

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

blazin blunts in a beat-up taurus

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

baby gansters sellin dope for us

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

digital scale to weigh and measure

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

gettin over on the system brings me pleasure

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

high as hell with dark sunglasses

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

flunking all my stupid ass classes

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

me and my homies kick it together

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

drunk and high in real cold weather

fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

12 J's Of Christmas - afroman lyrics

On the 1st Day of Christmas my true love gave to me, A Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 200 Reds and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 3 pounds of Grass, 200 Reds and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 7 white's a buzzing,6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 9 Caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 10 peyote buttons, 9 caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 11 Magic Mushrooms, 10 peyote buttons, 9 caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of Grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.
On the 12th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, 12 Kits a dripping, 11 Magic Mushrooms, 10 peyote buttons, 9 caps a dropping, 8 spoons a snorting, 7 whites a buzzing, 6 Joints a smoking, 5 VALIUMS!, 4 grams of Hash, 3 pounds of Grass, 200 Reds, and a Tab of Yellow Sunshine LSD.

Jobe Bells - afroman lyrics

dashing through these hos,
cadillac's and sixty 'fo's,
on three wheels we go,
clocking lots of doe,

Cellphone ringtone ring,
my song "Because I Got High",
smoking weed while I watch,
the police flying by!

Oh, jinglebell, East Palmdale Jobe is back and not whack,
Oooh found your daughter and you finally caught 'er and you mad 'cuz I'm black,
ahaha I fucked her good, just like I should,
I think I blew her balloon,
I didn't use a condom and now we have a problem:
she havin' my baby in June (say what?!)

I know this holiday hooker,
I think her name is Jan,
and if you 'aint got no money (hell yeah),
she's got a layaway plan,
I got a blowjob from her friend,
I think her name is Gwen,
my dick plugged up her mouth; she couldn't get no oxygen!

Oh jinglebell, county jail, Jobe's from the hood,
skinny women suck my dick real good but their butt cheeks feel like wood (ouch!)
I be swimmin, in big fat women, when I'm in the sack (ooh!)
why have a skinny little bicycle bitch when I can ride a Cadillac?!

I met this beautiful woman,
she said she was Hawaiian,
she said she didn't like black guys, however she was lyin'
she'd seen my go detonas,
all my coupes and cash,
she licked my hairy balls, like chocolate coconuts!

Oh, jinglebell, shotgun shell, sheriff got a gun,
he pulled the trigger, shot that nigger look at that mo' fucka run!
hit 'im in the head kicked him in the ass, put a kneecap in his chest,
went to the court, and told the judge, "This man was resisting arrest!"

"Afroholic: The Even Better Times" (2004)



Nobody Knows My Name - afroman lyrics

Afro, man I know that you live in Mississippi now, but why in the hell did you leave Los Angeles man? I don't understand that.

Walking down the street without getting shot takes everything you got(That's right). A bullet proof vess across your chess sure would help a lot.(That's true, I know that's right). When you like to get away pyu.

Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name (I know that's right).
They call the cops because you can. (Up against the wall black boy).

I wanna be where I can see, nobody will recognize me. I wanna go where nobody knows my name.

Where the hell is that?

Haddysburg. Mississippi, next exit. In stereo where ever available. Baaakaaaa. Deeaaaaa.

Suck A Dick Jockey - afroman lyrics

i always wanted to be on the fucking radio
but they wouldn't play me though
whack ass corporate world dj
only play what the pencil neck geeks say play
i stopped making songs for them
i started making songs for me
whats wrond with me
i sold it on the street, they love my beat
homemade talent packed with heat
somebody put me on napster
next thing you know, im on the radio, in San Diego
howard stern gave me a spin

I've Been Hustlin - afroman lyrics

I wanna say uh hustle up to all the hustlas out there, i love u man

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin
From dusk till dawn
I've been hustlin
For so long

I'm the hungry hustla afroman i recycle cardboard, beer bottles, and cans
Food stamps, bust token plus G.R. checks, underground rap tapes tryin to
get on deck

Hit the rap contest sellin weed on stage,
go to work for the man for minimum wage,
Slave hard, grave yard, every day get scard,
airport, fast food, security gaurd.
Slangin rocks all day
let my beeper just beep
Go to work go high, go strait to sleep
Wake up, bake up, then punch them clocks
Swerve them blocks, serve them rocks
Workin at the airport with Jivonni and Kid
Slangin everything the airport bring in
Cook crack sip yak stack cheese
Walk around sell my own cd's.

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I've been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I've been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I've been hustlin
for so long

Ghetto resident everyday get bent
with the 2 tall cans for 89 cent
Get money get fame get women get props
chillin kick it with my homies rippin rocks from the cops
walk slow around the corner then dash hall ass
if you run, run fast cus the cops might blast
Run, Shake, Break, bail
might as well cus it's hell in the county jail
Cut to the left (left) Cut to the right (right)
Run up in the house shut the door goodnight
Come back out bout 20 minutes later
braggin to the homies how i shook that hater
start back hangin start back slangin
rappin, sangin, system bangin
aint got no job aint got no credit
but whatever you need i'll get it

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I've been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I've been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I've been hustlin
for so long

Afro motha fuckin M A N
tryna go to the top
not the federal pen
but i'm in the ghetto
my problems won't let me go
untill i go get some dough
only legal things
i can do for snaps
is program beats
and bust husla raps
made my first cd started slanging it
the boys in the hood started bangin it
but i couldn't get rich on my side of town
so i jumped in the cadilac and moved around
to the ?Slathlaswane? ?Kathaswalne?
even goddinna tell me have u seen her
dude named afroman from Palmdale
sellin cd's in front of Sell-u-tell
rap contest, partys, clubs, and bars,
from a homeless bum to the grammies with stars

[Chorus]
I've been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I've been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I've been hustlin
for so long

Drive Better Drunk - afroman lyrics

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

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

[Chorus: 2x]

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

[Chorus: 2x]

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

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

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

Jackin' Afroman - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Colt 45 - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

[CHORUS]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[chorus - until fade out]

Freak On With You - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus: 2x]

Ghetto Memories - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cali Swangin' - afroman lyrics

BABY - MAKE ME FEEL ALRIGHT

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cali
Cali Swangin'
Sound
system Bangin'
[x2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Sag Your Pants - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

Walk, walk, walk, walkowww

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

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

Walk, walk, walk, walkowww

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

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

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

Wonderful Tonite - afroman lyrics

The more you drink
The better I sound.

Go to the bar
And buy another round.

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

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

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

(Haoo) (HaHaHaha)
Yeaa Come On Yea

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

Say What,..

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

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

(Yeaa, It Don't Stop)

Hey Get The Phone Mayne.,
[TelePhone Ringing]

Hello?... What

Eric Clapmen Ain't Going To Clear It?

Damn, Tell Him To Sue Me This Shit Is Tight

Ahahahahaha

Backock

Keep On Limp'n - afroman lyrics

There go thAT Homie Big DRAWERS
HUSS UPP Hustler!

[Talking and shizz]

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

Hey Ladies
Afroman is from the 80's

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

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

[Chorus]

[more Talking and shizz]

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

[Chorus]

[talk, talk, talk]

Dayton's Hustler

Caddy Hop - afroman lyrics

Afroman...

latatatatatataaahaaaa

the two zigzags,

latatatatahaahaaaaaaaa

mister mix,

latatatatahaahaaaa

the hungry hustler,

latatahaahaaaa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just My Paranoia - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let's Get High Tonight - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Buckaa!

Late At Night - afroman lyrics

check out this beat mayn

[talkin]

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

[talking]
[vocalizing]

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

[CHORUS]

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

[CHORUS Till end]

Compton Isn't Too Far Away - afroman lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

compilation: "The Good Times" (2001)




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.

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!!!)

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

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