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AFROMAN – Late At Night

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]

AFROMAN – Keep On Limp’n

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

AFROMAN – Jobe Bells

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!”

AFROMAN – Just My Paranoia

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)

AFROMAN – Jackin’ Afroman

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)

AFROMAN – I’ve Been Hustlin

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

AFROMAN – Hush

Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?

Sounds like Jesus, somebody’s callin’ my name
Sounds like Jesus and somebody’s callin’ my name
Sounds like Jesus, somebody’s callin’ my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?

I’m so glad that trouble don’t last always
I’m so glad, yeah that trouble don’t last always
I’m so glad, I’m glad that trouble don’t last always
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?

I gotta feelin’ that everything is gonna be all right
I gotta feelin’ everything i’s gonna be all right
I gotta feelin’ that everything’s gonna be all right
Be all right, be all right, be all right

A man it’s funny ’cause I learnt this song when I was a little kid
When I went to visit my granddaddy down there in Mobile, Alabama
He stayed in this place called trendy garden you know what I’m sayin’?
He used to grow his vegetables right there on the side of the house
And every now and then he’d get me
To help him out know what I’m sayin’?

And as he was like weedin’ out his garden and everything
He’d sing all kinda tunes and hymns know what I’m sayin’?
And sometime he’d sing the same one
Like over and over and over again, you know what I’m sayin’?

He’d get tired of singin’ the words
Sometimes he’d take a sip of his water outta that glass jar
Set it back down and while we was plantin’ them collard greens
He’d hum it, just like this right here
Help me out ’cause you know how we used to do it

It gets all in my hands, it gets all in my feet
It makes me wanna sing my song to every little girl I meet
It gets all in my heart, it gets down in my sole
It comes straight out my mouth and then I lose control

‘Cause I, I got this feelin’ that everything’s gonna be all right
Be all right, be all right, be all right

AFROMAN – If It Ain’t Free

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

AFROMAN – I Live In A Van

Woke up this mornin at the hotel
Rolled up a blunt got high as hell
Fucked another groupie name in my cell
Hell, oh well, it’s time to bail
Walkin to the van with my suitcase
Drivin cross country to a new place,
Exit 420 get something to eat,
Greet who I meet
Smoke a sweet
Climb back on to the interstate
Yes, got a date, can’t be late,
Pulled up to the club get a sound check
Walk up to the bar get a long neck
Shootin some pool, act real cool
Looked at her ass but please don’t drool
I looked at my watch, start thinking
Yeah it’s time for me to start drinkin.

My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew

My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew

Dressin room, (are the moe?),
I get fucked up before the show
Ride to the club smoking a dub
Hoppin out the van with the woofers on sub.
It’s time to go on
I’m drunk I’m high c’mon
How’s everybody doin
Which of you ladies feel like screwin
Women on stage
Security in rage
Guitar solo,
Colt 45 kickin in OH NO
Uh oh I’m playin it right
What? shit sound tyte
Encore
We want more

Yeah, break that shit down
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew

My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew

Shake the hand of the fan
Introduce to the band
Sign autographs, take pictures
Try to be polite to these fake bitches
One of these bitches just might,
Kick it with an internet rapper tonight
Best case scenario
We Get high and fuck very slow
Pass out with her ass out
So I can rub it, man I love it
Early in the morning yes yes I know
Hug my neck kiss my cheek yes she gots to go
I do too I do too
Smoke some more weed
Drink some more brew
I love my life
Peace
No stress to strife

My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew

My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew

My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew

AFROMAN – Nobody Knows My Name

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.

AFROMAN – Gurl From Kentucky

I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park

Got a new job in Lexington
Had sex with her mouth and tongue
Pick me still Lexington, still Louisville
Sip that dank, smoke that herbie
Ride that ass like the Kentucky Derby
All the way to Frankfort
Smoke some dank and I gots to skirt

Got like a quadruple of G from Cali
Staying away from PeeWee Valley
Bet I am in the city of Beaver Dam
Daaaaaaaaaamn
Gladys from Glasgow
Likes it in the asshole
Miss Owens from Owensboro
Sucked me thorough, then she had to earl

I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park

Rich old lady from Willemore
Put me in her will if I’d fuck her more
Met this girl from Pikeville
She was a dyke but I fucked her still
I know a girl in Livermore
I put it by her liver and she quiver more
Came in her mouth in Mount Sterling
She started coughing, she started earling
Fucked this girl from Mount Vernon
Took a piss and my dick was burning
Went to the doctor, spent some pape
Condoms, super glue, duct tape
Fucked all the girls in Danville
Now it’s Afroman-ville
Came in her mouth in Paducah
She spit it out like Pa-choo-Ka!
London panties falling down even in Elizabethtown
London panties falling down, fine ass lady

I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park

I met this girl from Radcliffe
Stuck my finger up her ass then I made her sniff
Met a cowgirl from Horse Cave
Rode my horse all in her cave
Dirt-diggler, booty-jiggler, titty-wiggler
Called me the giggler,
Giggling while I was stabbing
Doggy-style pussy jabbing
I got barred from Bardstown
My dick got hard and I fucked all the broads around
Albany – she fucked all my homeboys but me!
Met this girl from Pine Grove
Stuck my dick in her ass then I drove
All the way to Bowling Green
Her colon kinda swollen if you know what I mean

I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park

AFROMAN – Freak On With You

[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]

AFROMAN – Dope Fiend

Will somebody call me a cab?
I swallowed another tab
I might overdose under the circumstance
So betta yet call me an ambulance

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

I used to smoke marijuana when I was a kid
Now I’m trippin on acid
I’m high on every drug known to mankind
So go ahead and pass it

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

My designated driver was this girl
Her name was Carolyn
But I can’t go home
‘Cause she just died from an overdose of heroin

She’s a dopefiend, baby, she don’t know why
All she wants to do is get high
Between her legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

This butt naked girl sat next to me
And offered me some ecstasy
Then she gave me a big fat kiss
With a mouth full of LSD

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

Wave your hands in the air
Then wave it like you just don’t care
If you got on clean underwear, somebody say
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Check it out all the homeboys gather round ‘cuz
Repeat after me

Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, goddamn, get off your ass and jam

My hands are shakin’, my nose is twitchin’
My eyeballs are real gigantic
I’m layin’ in bed, with a throbbin’ head
And I’m trippin’ on widespread panic

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

Hell yeah, a man, I’m gonna do some impersonations right
A, the first one is a mixture between the lead singer of the B-52′s
And Robert Smith from the cure right

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

I’m gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses ‘cuz

‘Cause I’ma dopefiend baby, I don’t know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
‘Cause I’ma nymphomaniac

Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country
Maybe I didn’t fuck you but little darling don’t cry
The fact is I masturbated about an hour before you came by

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
On the road again

Open up your legs and let me stick it in
My favorite past time is making love to my girlfriend
I can’t wait to shoot my load again
Shoot my load again
Stick my dick some where it’s never been

AFROMAN – Drive Better Drunk

[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

AFROMAN – Girls

Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(Ay, loco, sing that one more time sound good, ‘cuz)
Girls, yeah
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
I like the girls
(Give me a light, loc, a tell that girl over there
My name is Afroman)

I like ‘em short, I like ‘em tall
I like ‘em big, I like ‘em small
I like ‘em with hair, I like ‘em bald
To make a long story short, I like ‘em all

I like this girl, I like that girl
I like the skinny girl, I like the fat girl
I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl Ms. ‘Goodie Goodie Two Shoes’

Girls
(I like the girls, sing it ya’ll)
I like the girls
(You know I do, I’m so in love with you)
Girls
(Oh, baby)
I like the girls
(You gotta understand, I can’t operate with no man)

I like ‘em shy, I like ‘em bold
I like ‘em young, I like ‘em old
I like ‘em smart, I like ‘em dumb
I like women anyway they come

Man, I like ‘em when they’re beautiful
I like ‘em when they’re ugly
I like it when they ignore me
I like it when they bug me
Ain’t a woman that I don’t like
I got drunk one time and tried to talk to a dyke

Girls
(I love the girls, yeah)
I like the girls
(Adam gave up his rib so I could take
A hot mama back the crib)
Girls
(I love you, baby, yeah)
I like the girls
(Hey, lady, I’m the hungry hustler Afroman)

I like the wrong girl, I like the right girl
I like the black girl, I like the white girl
I like the brown girl, I like the yellow girl
I like the rich girl, I like the ghetto girl

I like the nice girl, I like the mean girl
Outer space, I even got a green girl
I like the city girl, I like the country girl
Don’t let me get high and get the munchies, girl

Girls
(When I’m 99, I’ma have me a woman that’s fine)
I like the girls
(Make love and have a heart attack
Cum and go at the same time)
Girls
(Afroman, yeah, Afroman)
I like the girls

Ay man, I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood
When I was a little kid, check it out, man

I met Lil’ Red Riding hood
We took a ride to my hood and I rode her real good
Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream
To make Red Riding Hood holler and scream

I said, ?Boom, bang, pop, pow
Grandmama can’t help ya now
When you’re on all fours like a horse on her hoof
I’m Afroman, the Big Bad Wolf?

Girls
(Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
I like the girls
(A both, y’all say yeah, yeah)
Girls
(I like the girls)
I like the girls
(You know why? ‘Cause I’m a locsta, locsta hundred spokesta)

Girls, they gotta be the most precious commodity
My brain’s like the ocean but nothing is swimming
Through my head except naked women
Of course I wanna have sex with you

Do I look like I’m a homosexual?
All you feminists hate my guts
But girl, you gonna love these nuts

Girls
(Yeah, we gonna break it down, you understand me)
I like the girls
(All my G-mosobies up there in Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia)
Girls
(I’m smokin’ tumbleweed with all my homies from
Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie)
I like the girls
(Ay, man, check out this song we used to
Sing when we was little kids, right)

My girl got two big lips, taste like potato chips
My girl got two big boobs just like two inter tubes
My girl got two big hips just like two battleships
My girl got real long hair down to her underwear

My girl gotta slender waste
Her favorite seat is on my face
I got taste, I got taste

AFROMAN – God Has Smiled on Me

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AFROMAN – Deck My Balls

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

AFROMAN – Compton Isn’t Too Far Away

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

AFROMAN – Crazy Rap

(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 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 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 woman, 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]

AFROMAN – Cali Swangin’

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]



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