Because I Got HighRoll another blunt Yeuh! ohhh hooo oohh Dadaa da da La da daa (ioe) Ladadada (ioe) Ladadada Uh yeh.. I was gonna clean my room Until i got high I was gonna get up and find the broom But then i got high My room is still messed up And i know why (why man) Cause i got high Because i got high Because i got high Ladadada dadaa I was gonna go to class before i got high (cmon) (check it out) I couldve cheated And i couldve passed But i got high (uh uh) Im taking the next semester And i know why (why man) (yeah heeyyyy) (Go to the next go to the next go to the next) I was gonna go to court Before i got high I was gonna pay my childsupport But then i got high They took my whole paycheck And i know why (why man) Cause i got high Because i got high Because i got high Ladidada dadaa I wasnt gonna run from the cops But i was high (im serious man) I was gonna pull right over and stop But i was high Now im a parroplegic (hahahaha) And i know why (why man) Cause i got high Because i got high Because i got high Ladidada dadaa I was gonna make love to you (ohhh) But then i got high (im serious) I was gonna eat your pussy too (ohhhh) But then i got high (you trippin you trippin) Now im jacking off (ahhhhahaa) And i know why (turn this shit off) Cause i got high (keep going, they do that over here) Because i got high Because i got high Ladadada dadaa I messed up my entire life because i got high (go go go) I lost my kids and wife because i got high (go go go say what say what say what) Now im sleeping on the sidewalk And i know why Cause i got high Because i got high Because i got high Ladadada dadaa Imma stop singing this song because im high Im singing this whole thing wrong Because im high And if i dont sell one copy I dont know why (why man) Cause im high Cause im high Cause im high (Are you really high old man) Lada da dadada (He really is high man, get jiggy wit it) Skippy dee whaa... Afroman Index Mississippi(Afroman talking) (Palmdale was like the peak of my life But Palmdale over with homeboy I'm fittin to go home cuz) Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin) To Mississippi (I got my Greyhound ticket right here man I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family cuz) Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed) To Mississippi (You shmell me homeboy Yeah, take them fools back to '82 cuz) Before South Central, Palmdale flossin I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing Hattiesburg, Mississippi Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy All my homies in Laurel Beg borrow Buy my rap tape tomorrow Tell DJ Pumpkin "Keep it crunckin Clyde" Request my tape when you go inside So I can take Jane and girl To Waynesboro Fuck their little homegirl Make her toes curl Rock their world Leave with their Auntie Sheryl She sucks me sucks me Fucks me fucks me Cries every time I leave Biloxi But I hops in the Coup Cause I gots to go Scoop another ho From Tupelo Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again Hit it in Meridian Make that bitch rub her clit again Pinch the nipples on her tit again Suck my dick until she spit again Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back Afroman's the bomb, bump that Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi From the delta to the coast I'm doin the most Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast. I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie Way down yonder in East Bouche Cops be sweatin outta town dog Sniffin my car with a hound dog Separate me from my bitch and shit Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman But I can't be no hip hop star Cuffed in the back of some police car Did you find the gun? NO! Did you find the dope? NO! Open up the back door "Well son, you're free to go" A-F-R-O marijuana cargo Flossed like a cholow In a clean low glow Come on let's all get drunk tonight I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight Get nervous As I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto Prejudice police won't let me go So I'ma drive slow Hide my fro I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all last summer y'all I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune For Nikki and June Down in Picayune, baby Just like a shovel I be diggin All the pretty young women in Wiggins On the boat Gulfport I got my dick down some girl's throat I can't help it I'm a Crip baby I think you need to wipe your lip baby Hula Hula Hula The whole house ruler What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula Small towns, small cities But they still got big ole asses plus titties Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's the hungry hustler Afroman Flyin through the air in my underwear Geri curl activator in my hair I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson Always gettin plenty panty action McClaine, even McComb Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez I got the weed brother, who got the matches? Who got the funky DJ that scratches? Depend on me like my name was patches First it was a black thing, just the big Willies Now I roll Phillies With all the Hillbillies Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan Buying front row seats for the Afroman Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South Afroman, I'm a part of it Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it I'm the latest I'm the greatest And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back Afroman's the bomb, bump that Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi From the delta to the coast I'm doin the most Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast. 1982, '83, '84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy stance Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones G-dog cuz, I don't believe we grown But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog Whatever happens cuz, it's you and me dog Or should I say loc Cause you my folk So let's take a toke Till we croak I'm a locsta locsta Hundred spokesta Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back Afroman's the bomb, bump that Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi From the delta to the coast I'm doin the most Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast. Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back Afroman's the bomb, bump that Please take me back home (Hell yeah) To Mississippi From the delta to the coast I'm doin the most Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast. Afroman Index GirlsGirls (Wow, wow, wow Wow, wow) I like the girls (Ay loco Sing that one more time Sound good 'cause) 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'm a have me a woman That's fine) I like the girls (Make love and Have a heart attack Come and go At the same time) Girls (Afroman yeah Afroman) I like the girls A 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 Grandmamma can't help ya now When you're on all fours Like a horse on her hoof I'm Afroman the big bad woof Girls (Wow, wow, wow Wow, wow) I like the girls (A both ya'll 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 (A 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 intertubes 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 favourite seat is on my face I got taste I got taste Afroman Index You Ain't My FriendWhen you born in this world You get these people that you coincidently grow up with And you get this illusion of friendship You know what I'm saying man But as you get older You notice, you notice people trying to take advantage of you You notice people trying to like manipulate you Then all of the sudden homeboy It hits you And you realize You ain't got no friends cuz Gotta get on down Gotta get on down Gotta get on down Gotta get on down Gotta get on down You know I gotta get on down Gotta watch my back Gotta watch my back Cause I might get jacked Gotta pack my gun Gettin beat up ain't no fun Yeah baby baby Aw yeah aw yeah aw yeah We don't kick it no more You ain't my friend You need to pay me back my ends Cause you ain't my friend Stop drinkin my gin You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend, you ain't my friend You be pinchin my sack Cause you ain't my friend Talkin all behind my back Cause you ain't my friend Yo man it's all good But you ain't my friend Cuz we from the same hood But you ain't my friend Droppin dope in my yard You ain't my friend Tryin to scope out my broad Cause you ain't my friend Never visit me in jail You ain't my friend Never post my bail Cause you ain't my friend When it comes to friends I ain't got none All I got is a double barrel shotgun I can't stand a useless man that has no plan Lookin at me with an empty hand You always talkin but you never listen When you ride in my car CDs come up missin And that's strange Damn, what happened to my loose change If I remember correctly, you was flat broke Now you eatin on chips and drinkin on a soda loc Lookin at me smilin But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin Fools always act like they down with me But they never wanna go outta town with me Flip about four or five pounds with me Get a motel sleep on the ground with me But when I get back with my money stacked All the homies start beggin and talkin smack Tryin to scheme and plot on the cash I got A cuz go head and shake the spot We don't kick it no more You ain't my friend You need to pay me back my ends Cause you ain't my friend Stop drinkin my gin You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend, you ain't my friend You be pinchin my sack Cause you ain't my friend Talkin all behind my back Cause you ain't my friend Yo man it's all good But you ain't my friend Cuz we from the same hood But you ain't my friend Droppin dope in my yard You ain't my friend Tryin to scope out my broad Cause you ain't my friend Never visit me in jail You ain't my friend Never post my bail Cause you ain't my friend I used to be a gang member Now I'ma gangsta I don't trust he she him nor her There's no honor among thieves Everybody got tricks up they sleeves You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise I stopped kickin back with my homeboys That same mother fucker that's shakin ya hand Be the first one to rat to the police man Just when you think you've found a buddy Get drunk and your buddy start actin nutty Now isn't this an excellent adventure He turned on you like a Doberman pincher Crazy, as it seems Afroman gotta million dreams I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol Get into a brawl over nothing at all I got plans but you don't believe em Hangin round you I'll never achieve em Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah A, this one for all the loners out there I ain't got no family I ain't got no friends Only thing that I have Is a big fat bottle of gin Make me feel all right Make me feel all right Soothe me till i'm satisfied Yeah make me feel all right I got the gangsta blues Yeah got the gangsta blues Stacy Adams shoes With the gangsta blues Do the crip walk Do the crip walk A everybody, do the crip walk A cuz, do the crip walk Do the crip walk Do the crip walk Nobody loves me but my mama And I think she's lying too I could never be your friend homeboy And I ain't trying to Women can't stand Afroman Cops can't stand Afroman My wife can't stand Afroman My kids can't stand Afroman My mama can't stand Afroman My daddy can't stand Afroman Cause I'ma gangsta baby I'ma gangsta baby I'ma hustler sug I'ma hustler sug Ain't got no job Ain't got no friends But whatever you need Baby I'm gonna get Cause I'ma hustler baby I made my point So pass the joint Can I get a light That's all right Afroman Index Hush[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) 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 Afroman Index TumbleweedWait a minute man Ay check this out man It was this blind man, right? Man check this It was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right? Ay, he walked past this fish market You know what I'm sayin'? He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said Woo, good morning ladies You like that shit man? Ay, I got a gang of that shit, man I tell you what My man on the guitar Ay, fool on the drums Everybody just crowd 'round the mic I tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got man So first I'm gonna start it off like this Help me sing it home boy, come on Said colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park after dark And 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 Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell Skatin on datin rims So roll, roll the 83 Cadallac Coupe Caville If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell I bet my Caddy will Well it was just sundown in a small white town They call it eastside Palm Dell When the Afro Man walked through the white land Houses went up for sale Well I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's when I met a little girl named Jan I let her ride in my Caddy cuz I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku 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 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 So I ran, I jumped out the back window But her daddy, he was waitin with a two-by-fo' Oh, 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 That's the best damn pussy I ever had Got a bad of weed and a bottle o' 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 And smoke that tumbleweed And as the marijuana burn We can take our turn Singin' 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 Palm Dell Skatin on datin rims So roll, roll the 83 Cadallac Coupe Caville If my tapes and my cd's 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 Cuz she was fine But she whooped 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 I E Lips was breakfast Pussy was lunch Then her titties busted open with Hawaiin punch Met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky She said I'll fry some chicken if you just bump 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 burn We can take our turn Singin' them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee Her titties were filled with hennessy 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 'til 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 now I thought I told ya Met this beautiful sexy ho She just ran 'cross the border of Mexico Fine young thang 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'm a cry when she get deported Colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park after dark And 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 Have you ever went ova' a girl's house to fuck But the pussy just ain't no good? (say what) I mean you gettin' upset cuz 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 take her so long to cum Then a dude walk in That's her big boyfriend And he asks you where you from (where you from homey?) So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain (I don't bang) You start talkin' real fast (I don't bang) But he already mad cuz you fuckin' his woman So he start beatin' on yo' ass Now ya clothes all muddy Ya nose all bloody Your dick was hard but now it's all (what) You thought you had a girl to rock your world Now you still gotta go jack off Said colt 45 and two zig-zags Baby that's all we need We can go to the park... Afroman Index Dope FriendWill 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, God damn, get off your ass and jam Shit, God damn, get off your ass and jam Shit, God damn, get off your ass and jam Shit, God damn, 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 Index She Won't Let Me FuckHey Sugar, How you doin? Huh? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude. What do you mean where my girl? Probably with your man! Can we fuck? She won't let me fuck, baby I really need to bust a nut Ooh woah woah woah woah She won't let me fuck, her name I really need to bust a nut oh woah woah woah woah Hey check this out, Its so frustratin, bein a ma-a-an All these sexy women, don't understa-a-and Things we need to do, every other day or two-o Like what man? 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 said you knew that right? I really need to bust a nut I know that pussy's tight She won't let me fuck, oh give it to me baby Yea I really need to bust a nut! Her heart is still broken, her emotions are sore She's tryin to recover, from the man before. Her ex-boyfriend, he probably can't see that It was easy for him, but a he made it hard for me Cause she, she won't let me fuck She won't let me fuck, oh give it to me baby Yea, I really need to bust a nut You know just what I need She won't let me fuck Girl you're eatin all my food Girl you're drinkin all my beer I really need to bust a nut You're smokin all my weed You rub your ass against me On the disco floor I asked you for your number and you said hell no You always hang around me, every day 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? Goin up and down. That suck Cause she won't let me fuck She won't let me fuck, give it to me baby I really need to bust a nut Don't play with my head again She wont' let me fuck, I really need to bust a nut Are you a lesbian Afroman Index Tall CansAhhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit! Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' Run outta doe, slap the hoe, Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Now I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can My homies pop the forty of some St. I's Now that mother uh! staggerin from side to side We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood We look real bad but we feel so good My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' Run outta doe, slap the hoe, Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans See these girls be actin all bad and rude Always gotta bad attitude See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture Act like a brother wanna move in with cha I gots no fame, I gots no wealth So I whined up dancin by my God damn self But I pay my money, just like you And baby I'ma do what I came to do You see I can't wait around till I get rich Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' Run outta doe, slap the hoe, Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans I stepped into this party full of Mexicans I didn't realize I was the only black man One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup She kept on steppin back so I kept on steppin up This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head I knew if I moved I was officially dead That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit That ain't the first time that I got confronted {Say something in Spanish} get the fuck outta here I said I'm gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer Cause I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' Run outta doe, slap the hoe, Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty Yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' Outta doe, slap the hoe, Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Well I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can My homie pop the forty of some St. I's Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood We look real bad but we feel so good My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish I need some forty ounce mother fucking Old English Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Now these women be actin all bad and rude Always gotta bad attitude You see I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture Act like a brother wanna move in with cha I gots no fame, I gots no wealth So I whined up dancin by my God damn self But I pay my money, just like you And baby I'ma do what I came to do You see I can't wait around till I get rich Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman likes tall cans Afroman Index Because I Got High ( Radio Edit )I was gonna clean my room until I got high I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high My room is still messed up and I know why Cause I got high Cause I got high Cause I got high I was gonna go to class before I got high I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high I am taking it next semester and I know why Cause I got high Cause I got high Cause I got high I was gonna go to court before I got high I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high They took my whole paycheck and I know why Cause I got high Cause I got high Cause I got high I wasnt gonna run from the cops but I was high I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high Now I am a paraplegic and I know why Because I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna make love to you but then I got high I was gonna eat yo p***y too but then I got high Now I'm j***ing off and I know why Cause I got high Cause I got high Cause I got high I messed up my entire life because I got high I lost my kids and wife because I got high Now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why Cause I got high Cause I got high Cause I got high I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high And if I dont sell one copy I know why Cause I'm high Cause I'm high Cause I'm high Afroman Index Graveyard Shift(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.) Graveyard shift ain’t never dead. We got to work when people go to bed. We got a tremendous work overload. The boss don’t care about the dress code. So if your hair’s messed up, come on in. Nobody don’t care 3 o’clock in the morning. I’m fantasizin’ about a six four, broke as hell moppin’ the floor. I don’t know but I gots the hunch that it’s almost time for lunch. Smokin’ cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies tellin’ lies about the women they got. Nobody gets offended at a racial joke. Everybody’s laughin’ tryin’ to stay woke. We takin’ it easy, though times are hard, pullin’ practical jokes on the security guard. And if you come late, the boss won’t boot ya, standin’ ‘round talkin’ ‘bout the future. Don’t even trip if you feel tired. Take a little nap, you won’t get fired. Drink a little beer, smoke you a spliff, nobody cares on the graveyard shift. Buc-wuci-wuci-wooci-woo. Buc-buc-buc-buci-buccooocc! Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!) Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!) You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard. My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me ‘Fro. I work at the neighborhood grocery store. We actin’ crazy like a bunch of kids, playin’ frisbee with the trash can lids When the bossman comes, baby, we don’t run. He’s a fool like us just tryin’ to have fun. Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder, play the radio just a little bit louder. DJ playin’ that midnight mix. Dance contest on isle number 6. Bumpin’ that old school 2-short rhyme. Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line. You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild. If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle. Graveyard shift, you just can’t beat it. If you get hungry, grab something and eat it. Drinkin’ in the back with my home girl. The beer’s on the house from the Corporate World. Act like a fool ‘til the break of dawn, yellin’ curse words on the intercom. Drag racin’ with the fork lift. Nobody cares on the graveyard shift. Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!) Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!) You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard. (Break it down, fellas.) I never would work on daytime. Graveyard shift is my play time. Daytime jobs are flaky. Daytime jobs are shaky. Like Jello Gelatin, so I work graveyard shift like a skeleton. An afro-classic is what I am. I drive to work without a traffic jam. Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother, always lookin’ out for each other. Speak up fo’ ya like I know ya. If you come late, we’ll punch the clock fo’ ya. We gots no money, but we gots pride. If you car breaks down, I’ll give you a ride. Cause the Corporate World is oh, so cold to the people at the bottom of the totem pole. Divided we fall, together we stand. What you need? Get it from the Afroman. I’m not a thief, but I got the hook up for the bar-b-que ribs you wanna cook up. And if you need somebody to get drunk with, call the homeboys from the graveyard shift. (Dedicated to all the blue collar workers strugglin’, strivin’, throbbin’, and thrivin’. ) Paaaaaaaaarty! (If the boss lookin’ for me…)On the graveyard shift. (…I’ll be in my car asleep.) Paaaaaaaaarty! (Hey, so watch my back.) On the graveyard shift. (Hey, cuz, tap on the window of something.) You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard. Happiness is hard to find. Happiness is a state of mind. It can’t be found in fame or wealth, it’s found real deep inside yourself. Brothers, stop singin’ the blues, throw parties and bar-b-ques. Don’t destroy your life, enjoy your life. Play with your kids and make love to your wife. Drink a little beer, don’t smoke no crack, have a good time before Christ comes back. Keep your head high, keep your back stiff. I’ll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift. Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard. (Hey, check this out loco.) No dental plan. (Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!) Said, no vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man don’t care. (Graveyard!) Ain’t got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!) Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!) Workin’ minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!) We gotta get over some kinda way. Bucccoooc! Afroman Index The American DreamYes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech. Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites, Allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman. I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me By placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream. Surrounded by drugs, Jeopardized my life by living around thugs, But I'm still the American Dream. Kicked outta Palmdale High School Because I was considered a distraction to the educational process. I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system, And I'm still the American Dream. Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole; Hopped outta prison as a bull frog, But I'm still the American Dream. The most rejected, disrespected, When I went for a job I was never selected, But I am still the American Dream. And right about now, I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin', Wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin', Coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character With such flagrant slanderousity, But I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism, And all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation, And I am still the American Dream. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see. There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me. Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother, But you are still the American Dream. The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be, But you are still the American Dream. Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller, With 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream. Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch And didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream. Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man, The mexican, and even poor white, All human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future, Follow me as we journey through the Red Sea, Cause I have been to the mountain top, I've seen the Promised Land, Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category. My mind has been delivered. My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery. I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test, I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc! A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high, cuz I'm high Afroman Index |
