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Missisippi – Afroman

Missisippi Dinle

Missisippi Şarkı Sözleri

(Palmdale was like the peak of my life

But Palmdale over with homeboy

I’m fittin to go home ’cause)

Please take me back home (you know what I’m sayin)

To Mississippi

(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man

I’m fittin to go back and kick it with my family ’cause)

Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)

To Mississippi

(You shmell me homeboy

Yeah, take them fools back to ’82 ’cause)

Before South Central, Palmdale flossin

I stayed in a place called Palmer’s Crossing

Hattiesburg, Mississippi

Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy

All my homies in Laurel

Beg borrow

Buy my rap tape tomorrow

Tell DJ Pumpkin “Keep it crunckin Clyde”?

Request my tape when you go inside

So I can take Jane and girl

To Waynesboro

Fuck their little homegirl

Make her toes curl

Rock their world

Leave with their Auntie Sheryl

She sucks me sucks me

Fucks me fucks me

Cries every time I leave Biloxi

But I hops in the Coup

Cause I gots to go

Scoop another ho

From Tupelo

Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again

Hit it in Meridian

Make that bitch rub her clit again

Pinch the nipples on her tit again

Suck my dick until she spit again

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back

Afroman’s the bomb, bump that

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

From the delta to the coast

I’m doin the most

Grab your 40 ounce, let’s toast

I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville

Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it’s real

Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie

Way down yonder in East Bouche

Cops be sweatin outta town dog

Sniffin my car with a hound dog

Separate me from my bitch and shit

Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit

Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane

Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman

But I can’t be no hip hop star

Cuffed in the back of some police car

Did you find the gun? NO

Did you find the dope? NO

Open up the back door ???Well son, you’re free to go???

A-F-R-O marijuana cargo

Flossed like a cholow

In a clean low glow

Come on let’s all get drunk tonight

I hope I don’t fight with a punk tonight

Get nervous

As I swerve this

Cadillac through Purvis

Hope I don’t crash when I hit Petal

Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto

Prejudice police won’t let me go

So I’ma drive slow

Hide my fro

I was dumb, now I’m dumber y’all

Last summer y’all

I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall

Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune

For Nikki and June

Down in Picayune, baby

Just like a shovel I be diggin

All the pretty young women in Wiggins

On the boat

Gulfport

I got my dick down some girl’s throat

I can’t help it I’m a Crip baby

I think you need to wipe your lip baby

Hula Hula Hula

The whole house ruler

What’s up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula

Small towns, small cities

But they still got big ole asses plus titties

Is it a bird? Is it a plane?

It’s the hungry hustler Afroman

Flyin through the air in my underwear

Geri curl activator in my hair

I’m in control like Janet when I hit Jackson

Always gettin plenty panty action

McClaine, even McComb

Tell the whole world Mississippi’s your home

Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez

I got the weed brother, who got the matches?

Who got the funky DJ that scratches?

Depend on me like my name was patches

First it was a black thing, just the big Willies

Now I roll Phillies

With all the Hillbillies

Never ever thought I’d see the Klu Klux Klan

Buying front row seats for the Afroman

Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth

It’s a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South

Afroman, I’m a part of it

Hattiesburg hip hop I’m the start of it

I’m the latest

I’m the greatest

And all you haters, I’ll mash you like potatoes

I’ll make your girlfriend holler and scream

Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back

Afroman’s the bomb, bump that

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

From the delta to the coast

I’m doin the most

Grab your 40 ounce, let’s toast

1982, ’83, ’84

Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto

Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy stance

Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants

Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones

G-dog ’cause, I don’t believe we grown

But hey G-dog, you and me’ll see dog

Whatever happens ’cause, it’s you and me dog

Or should I say loc

Cause you my folk

So let’s take a toke

Till we croak

I’m a locsta locsta

Hundred spokesta

Drinking everyday like I’m supposed to

Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a

Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back

Afroman’s the bomb, bump that

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

From the delta to the coast

I’m doin the most

Grab your 40 ounce, let’s toast

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back

Afroman’s the bomb, bump that

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)

To Mississippi

From the delta to the coast

I’m doin the most

Grab your 40 ounce, let’s toast

Girls – Afroman

Girls Dinle

Girls Şarkı Sözleri

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

You Ain’t My Friend – Afroman

You Ain’t My Friend Dinle

You Ain’t My Friend Şarkı Sözleri

When you born in this world

You get these people that you coincidently grow up with

And you get this illusion of friendship

You know what I’m saying man

But as you get older, you notice

You notice people trying to take advantage of you

You notice people trying to like manipulate you

Then all of the sudden, homeboy, it hits you

And you realize, you ain’t got no friends ’cause

Gotta get on down, gotta get on down

Gotta get on down, gotta get on down

Gotta get on down, you know I gotta get on down

Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back

‘Cause I might get jacked, gotta pack my gun

Gettin’ beat up ain’t no fun, yeah, baby, baby

Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah

We don’t kick it no more, you ain’t my friend

You need to pay me back my ends ’cause you ain’t my friend

Stop drinkin’ my gin, you ain’t my friend

You ain’t my friend, you ain’t my friend

You be pinchin’ my sack ’cause you ain’t my friend

Talkin’ all behind my back ’cause you ain’t my friend

Yo man it’s all good but you ain’t my friend

‘Cause we from the same hood but you ain’t my friend

Droppin’ dope in my yard, you ain’t my friend

Tryin’ to scope out my broad ’cause you ain’t my friend

Never visit me in jail, you ain’t my friend

Never post my bail ’cause you ain’t my friend

When it comes to friends I ain’t got none

All I got is a double barrel shotgun

I can’t stand a useless man that has no plan

Lookin’ at me with an empty hand

You always talkin’ but you never listen

When you ride in my car CDs come up missinAnd 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 smilinBut yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin

Fools always act like they down with me

But they never wanna go outta town with me

Flip about four or five pounds with me

Get a motel sleep on the ground with me

But when I get back with my money stacked

All the homies start beggin’ and talkin’ smack

Tryin’ to scheme and plot on the cash I got

A ’cause go head and shake the spot

We don’t kick it no more, you ain’t my friend

You need to pay me back my ends ’cause you ain’t my friend

Stop drinkin’ my gin, you ain’t my friend

You ain’t my friend, you ain’t my friend

You be pinchin’ my sack ’cause you ain’t my friend

Talkin’ all behind my back ’cause you ain’t my friend

Yo man it’s all good but you ain’t my friend

‘Cause we from the same hood but you ain’t my friend

Droppin’ dope in my yard, you ain’t my friend

Tryin’ to scope out my broad ’cause you ain’t my friend

Never visit me in jail, you ain’t my friend

Never post my bail ’cause you ain’t my friend

I used to be a gang member, now I’ma gangsta

I don’t trust he she him nor her, there’s no honor among thieves

Everybody got tricks up they sleeves

You say you my friend but that’s a bunch of noise

I stopped kickin’ back with my homeboys

That same mother fucker that’s shakin’ ya hand

Be the first one to rat to the police man

Just when you think you’ve found a buddy

Get drunk and your buddy start actin’ nutty

Now isn’t this an excellent adventure

He turned on you like a Doberman pincher

Crazy, as it seems, Afroman gotta million dreams

I can’t hang with ya’ll and drink alcohol

Get into a brawl over nothing at all

I got plans but you don’t believe ‘em

Hangin’ round you I’ll never achieve ‘em

Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah

A, this one for all the loners out there

I ain’t got no family, I ain’t got no friends

Only thing that I have is a big fat bottle of gin

Make me feel all right, make me feel all right

Soothe me till I’m satisfied, yeah make me feel all right

I got the gangsta blues, yeah got the gangsta blues

Stacy Adams shoes with the gangsta blues

Do the crip walk, do the crip walk

A everybody, do the crip walk

A ’cause, do the crip walk

Do the crip walk, do the crip walk

Nobody loves me but my mama and I think she’s lying too

I could never be your friend homeboy and I ain’t trying to

Women can’t stand, Afroman

Cops can’t stand, Afroman

My wife can’t stand, Afroman

My kids can’t stand, Afroman

My mama can’t stand, Afroman

My daddy can’t stand, Afroman

‘Cause I’ma gangsta baby, I’ma gangsta baby

I’ma hustler sug, I’ma hustler sug

Ain’t got no job, ain’t got no friends

But whatever you need, baby I’m gonna get

‘Cause I’ma hustler baby, I made my point

So pass the joint, can I get a light?

That’s all right

Tumbleweed – Afroman

Tumbleweed Dinle

Tumbleweed Şarkı Sözleri

It’s been a long, long time I’ve been smoking, smoking marijuana

It takes me out of my ghetto and places me in the Bahamas

It’s been a long, long time I’ve been smoking, smoking marijuana

It takes me out of my ghetto and places me in the Bahamas

It puts my mind at ease

Indulging myself in the calm breeze

And my problems will float away

Beyond the palm trees

But I gotta keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on

I keep choking and a choking and a choking on

I keep selling and a selling and inhaling

My tumbleweed

I like to go to Palm Dale, sit by the fountain

I light up a fat one gazing at the snow capped mountains

I like to go to Palm Dale, sit by the fountain

Light up a fat one gazing at the snow capped mountains

Baby please don’t nag

Go and get me the Zig Zag

And my problems will blow away

Like a plastic bag

But I gotta keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on

I keep choking and a choking and a choking on

I keep selling and a selling and inhaling

My tumbleweed

I need to get a job and that’s not funny

‘Cause me be smoking too much ganja and me running out of money

I’ve got to lie to the man, tell him that I’ve never been arrested

I’ve got to go to the clinic baby, I’ve got to get drug tested

I got no food for my stomach

Got no gas for my Coupe De Ville

I’ve got to walk to the supermarket

For some golden seal

‘Cuz everyday I be smoking and a smoking and a smoking on

And I be choking and a choking and a choking on

And I be selling and a selling and inhaling

My tumbleweed, yeah

I said the black man smoking

If he’s a slow bro

I said the Mexican smoking

If he’s a cholo

I said the Creole smoking

Down in Mississippi

I said the white man smoking

If he’s a hippie

It puts my mind at ease

Indulging myself in the calm breeze

And my problems will float away

Beyond the palm trees

But I’ve got to keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on

I keep choking and a choking and a choking on

I keep selling and a selling and inhaling

My tumbleweed, yeah

It puts my mind at ease

Indulging myself in the calm breeze

And my problems will float away

Beyond the palm trees

But I’ve got to keep smoking and a smoking and a smoking on

I keep choking and a choking and a choking on

I keep selling and a selling and inhaling

My tumbleweed, yeah

My tumbleweed, yeah

She Won’t Let Me Fuck – Afroman

She Won’t Let Me Fuck Dinle

She Won’t Let Me Fuck Şarkı Sözleri

Hey sugar, how you doing, huh

Your pretty face don’t match that nasty attitude

What you mean where my girl

Probably with your man

Can we fuck?

She won’t let me fuck

(Baby)

I really need to bust a nut

(Ohh)

She won’t let me fuck

(Honey)

I really need to bust a nut

(Ohh)

It’s so frustrating, yeah

Being a man

All these sexy women

Don’t understand

Things we need to do, yeah

Every other day or two

Like take you home, baby yeah

And make sweet love to you

But you you won’t let me fuck

She won’t let me fuck

(You say the mood ain’t right, uh)

I really need to bust a nut

(I know that pussy’s tight)

She won’t let me fuck

(Oh, give it to me, baby)

I really need to bust a nut

(Ohh)

Her heart is still broken

Her emotions are sore

She’s trying to recover

From the man before

Her ex-boyfriend

He probably can’t see

That it was easy for him

But, uh, he made it hard for me

‘Cause she, she won’t let me fuck

She won’t let me fuck

(Oh, give it to me, baby)

I really need to bust a nut

(You know just what I need, yeah)

She won’t let me fuck

(Girl, you eating all my food)

(Girl drinking all my beer)

I really need to bust a nut

(You’re smoking all my weed, yeah)

You rub your ass against me

On the disco floor

I asked you for your number

And you said hell no

You always hang around me everyday

Different women wanna kick it

But you scare them away

Now I get up ended

When you come around

‘Cause I’m tired of my organs

Going up and down

That sucks

‘Cause she won’t let me fuck

She won’t let me fuck

(Oh, give it to me, baby)

I really need to bust a nut

(Don’t play with my head again)

She won’t let me fuck

(Let me hit it, baby)

(Yeah, let me hit it, baby)

I really need to bust a nut

(Are you a lesbian)

Oh, let me lick it baby

Yeah, let me stick it, honey

I’ll give you my money

Girl, you can have it all

Go ahead and have a ball

If you want you can take ?em both, baby

In the year 2000

I see thousand

Of pretty young women

I found arousinGrocery store shoppinMagazine browsin

Many different ways

To keep their hair styles in

Full of boredom

I walk toward ‘em

Get ‘em close to me

‘Cause I’m suppose to be

Male aggressor

Female impresser

Say the right things

Possibly undress her

But that’s the post game

This is still the pre game

Silly woman she game

Baby, what’s your name

Even though I’m a freak

I play it off like a college geek

Crack a smile and politely speak

With intelligent to the women I select

Hoping that she don’t detect

My egotistical chauvinistical lust

I thrust till I scream like Mystikal

Yah!

The wrong message I hope I’m not sendin

Laughin’ and pretendin’ my dick’s not extendinCan’t be over zealous she might discover

She’s walking away, bitch, blew my cover

She won’t let me fuck

(You know I love it)

I really need to bust a nut

(Please don’t change the subject)

She won’t let me fuck

(We could’ve fucked all night long)

I really need to bust a nut

(But your telephone number is bone)

She won’t let me fuck

(Girl, you got a lot to give)

I really need to bust a nut

(You dress so provocative, yeah)

She won’t let me fuck

(I can see your lingerie from real far away)

I really need to bust a nut

(Bitch, you must think I’m gay)

Aw, don’t make me beg

Baby, let me rub your leg

Don’t make me cry

Look into my eyes

Girl you so damn pretty

Stop acting so [unverified]

Let me rub some oil on your ti hahaha

Yo I’m up outta here she don’t want to fuck ‘cuz

Dope Fiend – Afroman

Dope Fiend Dinle

Dope Fiend Şarkı Sözleri

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 twitchinMy 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

Hush – Afroman

Hush Dinle

Hush Şarkı Sözleri

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

Graveyard Shift – Afroman

Graveyard Shift Dinle

Graveyard Shift Şarkı Sözleri

“Is night shift okay with you?”

“Yes”

“Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie”

Graveyard shift ain’t never dead

We go 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 morninI’m fantasizin’ about a six foBroke as hell, moppin’ the flo

I don’t know but I gots the hunch

(What’s that?)

That it’s almost time for lunch

Smokin’ cigarettes in the parkin’ lot

All the homies tellin’ lies ’bout the women they got

Nobody gets offended at a racial joke

(Why?)

Everybody’s laughin’, tryin’ to stay woke

(Yeah)

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

(Beer, spliff)

Nobody cares on the graveyard shift

(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh)

Party, on the graveyard shift

(Yeah, party)

Party, on the graveyard shift

(Oh yeah, alright now)

(You don’t have to slave)

You don’t have to slave too hard on the graveyard

(Oh)

Hey, yeah, uh

My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me, ‘Fro

(‘Cuz)

I worked at the neighborhood grocery store

We actin’ crazy like a bunch of kids

Playin’ frisbee with the trash can lids

When the boss man 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

(Mix)

Dance contest on isle number six

(Six)

Bumpin’ that old school too short rhyme

(Uh)

Got the homeboys in a soul train line

If 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

(Ha,ha)

Drinkin’ in the back with my home girl

(Yeah)

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

(You know what I’m sayin’? Ha)

Party on the graveyard shift

(Yeah, everyday)

Party on the graveyard shift

(Alright, yeah)

(You don’t have to slave, oh yeah)

You don’t have to slave too hard on the graveyard

(Break it down, fellas)

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I never would work on daytime

(Daytime)

Graveyard shift is my play time

(Playtime)

Daytime jobs are flaky

(Flaky)

Daytime jobs are shaky like Jello Gelatin

(What? Gelatin)

So, I work graveyard shift like a skeleton

(Yeah)

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 lawyer

If you come late, we’ll punch the clock fo’ ya

We gots no money but we got pride

If you car break 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 barbecue 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’, thrivin’)

Party on the graveyard shift

(If the boss lookin’ for me

I’m in my car asleep, you know what I’m sayin’?)

Party on the graveyard shift

(Hey, so watch my back

‘Cuz tap on the window or something, ha, ha)

You don’t have to slave too hard on the graveyard

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

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 barbecues

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

Party on the graveyard shift

Party on the graveyard shift

You don’t have to slave too hard on the graveyard

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

(Hey, check this out loco)

No dental plan, no Medicare

(Graveyard, graveyard)

Said no vacation, the man don’t care

(Graveyard, graveyard)

Ain’t got no union no respect

(Graveyard, graveyard)

Dirty uniforms and a short paycheck

(Graveyard, graveyard)

Workin’ minimum wage everyday

(Graveyard, graveyard)

We gotta get over some kinda way

(Come on man)

Because I Got High (Radio Edit) – Afroman

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I was gonna clean my room until I got high

I was gonna get up and find tha broom but then I got high

my room is still messed up and I know why

why man -cause I got high [repeat 3x]

I was gonna go to class before I got high

I could have cheated and I could have passed but then I got hiiigh

Now i’m taking it next semester and I know why

why man -cause I was high [repeat 3x]

I was gonna go to work but then I got high

I just got a new promotion but I got high

now i’m selling dope and i know why

why man -cause I was high [repeat 3x]

I was gonna go to court but then I got high

I was gonna pay my child support but I was high

Now they took my whole paycheck and I know why

hey hey -caues I was high [repeat 3x]

I wasn’t gonna run from the cops but I was high

I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high

Now I a paraplegic and I know why

hey hey -cause I was high [repeat 3x]

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high

I wasn’t gonna gamble on tha boat but then I got high

Now tha tow truck is pullin away and I know why

why man hey hey -cause I was high [repeat 3x]

I was gonna make love to u then I got high

I was gonna eat your cobbler too but then I got high

Now I jackin off and I know why

hey hey -cause i was high [repeat 3x]

I messed up my entire life cause i got high

I lost my kids and wife cause i got hiiigh

now i’m sleeping on tha sidewalk and i know why

-cause i was high [repeat 3x]

Now i’ma stop singing this song because i’m high

i’m singing the whole thing wrong cause i’m high

and if i don’t sell one copy i’ll know why

-cause i was high [repeat 3x]

Tall Cans – Afroman

Tall Cans Dinle

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Ahh shit! Shit! Shit

Now I’m walkin’ down the street with some chicken and a forty

I’m yellin’ at these hooches and I’m lookin’ for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no moRun outta doe, slap the hoe

Get the do’ and go back to that liquor sto

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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 ceilinDrink it down down until I get that crazy feelin

Now just walkin’ down the street with some chicken and a forty

I’m yellin’ at these hooches and I’m lookin’ for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no moRun outta doe, slap the hoe

Get the do’ and go back to that liquor sto

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See these girls be actin’ all bad and rude

Always gotta bad attitude

See I just wanna dance, why can’t you get the picture

Act like a brother wanna move in with cha

I got no fame, I got no wealth

So I whined up dancin’ by my goddamn self

But I pay my money, just like you

And baby I’ma do what I came to do

You see I can’t wait around till I get rich

Just to make yo gold diggin’ attitude switch

So I’m walkin’ down the street with some chicken and a forty

I’m yellin’ at these hooches and I’m lookin’ for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no moRun outta doe, slap the hoe

Get the do’ and go back to that liquor sto

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I stepped into this party full of Mexicans

I didn’t realize I was the only black man

One hand on my bottle, the other on my Peter

I barked like a dog and started freakin’ senoritas

I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup

She kept on steppin’ back so I kept on steppin’ up

This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head

I knew if I moved I was officially dead

That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit

That ain’t the first time that I got confronted

[Foreign content] get the fuck outta here

I said I’m gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer

‘Cause I’m just walkin’ down the street with some chicken and a forty

I’m yellin’ at these hooches and I’m lookin’ for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no moRun outta doe, slap the hoe

Get the do’ and go back to that liquor sto

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I’m walkin’ down the street with some chicken and a forty

I’m yellin’ at these hooches and I’m lookin’ for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no moOutta doe, slap the hoe

Get the do’ and go back to that liquor sto

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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 ceilinDrink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin

I’m just walkin’ down the street with some chicken and a forty

I’m yellin’ at these hooches and I’m lookin’ for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no moOutta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto

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Now these women be actin’ all bad and rude

Always gotta bad attitude

You see I just wanna dance, why can’t you get the picture

You act like a brother wanna move in with cha

I got no fame, I got no wealth

So I whined up dancin by my god-damn self

But I pay my money, just like you

And baby I’ma do what I came to do

You see I can’t wait around till I get rich

Just to make yo gold diggin’ attitude switch

So I’m walkin’ down the street with some chicken and a forty

I’m yellin’ at these hooches and I’m lookin’ for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no moOutta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto

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