Afroman O Chronic Tree

Alright, here I go, here I go

[loud coughing]

Check it out!

Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree

Wit’ yo’ leaves so sticky green

Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree

So hard to sell, I want you all for me

The bong is smoked this side of town

L.A.P.D. tryna shut me down!

Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree

Your leaves so green and sticky to me!

On the cover of High Times Magazine

Zig-zags, water bongs for you I fiend

Chronic Tree, O Chronic Tree

So hard to sell, I want you all for me

From Masta Town to the CPT

Can’t wait to pick yo’ stems and seeds.

O chronic tree, O chronic tree

So hard to sell, I want you all for me!

Afroman Missisippi

(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I’m fittin’ to go home cuz.)

Please take me back home, (You know what I’m sayin’?) to Mississippi.

(I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I’m fittin’ to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.)

Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to Mississippi.

(You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them fools back to ’82, cuz.)

Before South Central Palmdale flossin’, I stayed in a place called Palmer’s Crossing.

Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy.

All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!)

Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin’ Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside

So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro, fuck their little homegirl,

make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl.

She sucks me sucks me, fucks me fucks me, cries every time I leave Biloxi

But I hops in the Coup, ’cause I gots to go scoop another ho from Tupelo

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

Hit it in Meridian, make that bitch rub her clit again,

pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my dick until she spit again. BUCCCOC!

Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi.

Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman’s the bomb, bump that!

Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi.

From the delta to the coast, I’m doin’ the most, grab your 40oz. Let’s toast.

I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it’s real.

Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche.

Cops be sweatin’ outa town, dog. Sweatin’ my car with a hound dog.

Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin’ to get my bitch to fuckin’ snitch and shit.

Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane running warrant checks on the Afroman

But I can’t be no hip hop star cuffed in the back of some police car.

Did you find the gun? NO!

Did you find the dope? NO!

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

A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __

C’mon, Let’s all get drunk tonight. I hope I don’t fight with a punk tonight.

Get nervous, as I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis.

Hope I don’t crash when I hit Petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto.

Prejudice police won’t let me go, so I’ma drive slow, hide my ‘fro.

I was dumb, now I’m dumber, y’all, last summer, y’all,

I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall.

Grabbed my guitar and started pickin’ a tune for Nikki and June down in Picayune, baby!

Just like a shovel I be diggin’ all the pretty young women in Wiggins.

On the boat, Gulfport, I got my dick down some girl’s throat. (BUCCCCOC!)

I can’t help it, I’m a Crip, baby. I think you need to wipe your lip, baby.

Hula Hula Hula, the whole house ruler. What’s up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula?

Small towns, small cities, but they still got big ol’ asses plus titties.

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It’s the hungry hustler, Afroman

Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair.

I’m in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting plenty panty action.

McClaine. Even McComb. Tell the whole world Mississippi’s your home.

Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez. I got the weed brother, who got the matches? (I do.)

Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.) Depend on me like my name was patches.

First it was a black thing, just the big Willies. Now I roll Phillies with all the Hillbillies.

Never ever thought I’d see the Klu Klux Klan buying front row seats for the Afroman

Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. It’s a beautiful thing jumpin’ off in the South.

Afroman, I’m a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I’m the start of it.

I’m the latest. I’m the greatest, and all you haters, I’ll mash you like potatoes.

I’ll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then cook me some cornbread and collard greens.

BUCCCOC!

Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi.

Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman’s the bomb, bump that!

Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi.

From the delta to the coast, I’m doin’ the most, grab your 40oz. Let’s toast.

!982, ’83, ’84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto.

Tryin’ to break dance in my B-Boy stance, Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants.

Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones. G-dog, cuz, I don’t believe we’re grown.

But hey, G-dog, you and me’ll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it’s you and me dog.

Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let’s take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak).

I’m a locster locster, honey spokester, drinking everyday like I’m supposed to.

Bottle after bottle, dog, in my lip-a, flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river.

Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi.

Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman’s the bomb, bump that!

Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.

From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you’re so cold the sun can’t melt ya.

Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi.

Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman’s the bomb, bump that!

Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi.

From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you’re so cold the sun can’t melt ya.

Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi.

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 Let’s All Get Drunk

Let’s all get drunk tonight, I hope I don’t fight with a punk tonight

Let’s all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight

Let’s all sell yell tonight, I hope I don’t go back to jail tonight

Let’s go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let’s get dumb, drink some rum

Make my teeth and gums feel real numb

We’ll be thinking ’bout surviving

While we’re drinking and we’re driving

Hope I don’t wreck when my vision gets blurry

Sober up looking at an all white jury

Judge don’t like no drunk like me

Punk might give me strike number three

‘Cause when I’m drunk and when I’m high

I don’t give a damn ’bout a DUI

Let’s just get lit, dance like a nitwit

Try to talk to the women that we can’t get with

Me and my staff make everybody laugh

If the beer runs out, we can all go half

It’s Friday night got the perfect weather let’s get drunk together

Come on hoes

Let’s all get drunk tonight, I hope I don’t fight with a punk tonight

Let’s all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight

Let’s all sell yell tonight, I hope I don’t go back to jail tonight

Let’s go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it out home boy

Bacardi, colt, 45, let’s party, we’re still alive

Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we’re all right

So drink that beer ’til your belly can’t hold it

Tell the homeboys, we fittin’ to get loaded

Rollin’ through the ante-dope valley out there

Hope the cops don’t smell that beer on my breath

‘Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth

It’ll probly knock him stiff

Don’t look dumb if my breath on hum

Stick your hand in you’re pocket, please, pass some gum

So the cops can’t tell my breath smell

We won’t go to jail, we’ll go to palm dale

With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather

We can both get drunk together yeah

Let’s all get drunk tonight, I hope I don’t fight with a punk tonight

Let’s all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight

Let’s all sell yell tonight, I hope I don’t go back to jail tonight

Let’s go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it out home boy

Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit’s giving me a hard-on

Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me

Right here, right now

Been lookin’ at you all night long that DJ’s playing my favorite song

Everything is splendid, don’t mean no harm

Don’t get offended when I pull your arm

I ain’t felt this good since I don’t know when

And I might not feel this good again

It’s Friday night, beautiful weather, let’s get drunk together

C’mon, y’all

Let’s all get drunk tonight, I hope I don’t fight with a punk tonight

Let’s all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight

Let’s all sell yell tonight, I hope I don’t go back to jail tonight

Let’s go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let’s all get drunk tonight, I hope I don’t fight with a punk tonight

Let’s all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight

Let’s all sell yell tonight, I hope I don’t go back to jail tonight

Let’s go to the club tonight, find a girl that wanna make love tonight

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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 American Dream

Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech.

Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,

allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.

I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me

by placing me in the projects, I’m still the American Dream.

Surrounded by drugs,

jeopardized my life by living around thugs,

but I’m still the American Dream.

Kicked outta Palmdale High School

because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.

I’ve traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,

and I’m still the American Dream.

Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;

hopped outta prison as a bull frog,

but I’m still the American Dream.

The most rejected, disrespected,

when I went for a job I was never selected,

but I am still the American Dream.

And right about now,

I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin’,

wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin’,

coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character

with such flagrant slanderousity,

but I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,

and all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,

and I am still the American Dream.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost, but now I’m found; was blind, but now I see.

There’s a lot of people out there who can identify with me.

Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,

but you are still the American Dream.

The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,

but you are still the American Dream.

Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,

with 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.

Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch

and didn’t get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream.

Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I’m for the black man,

the mexican, and even poor white,

all human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,

follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,

cause I have been to the mountain top,

I’ve seen the Promised Land,

mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.

My mind has been delivered.

My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World’s modern-day slavery.

I’ve been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test,

I’m fittin’ to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!

A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. ‘Cuz I’m high, cuz I’m high, cuz I’m high.

Afroman Just My Paranoia

[Intro]

I done been to jail for a lot of stupid shit

And when you go to jail for a lot of stupid shit, you try not to go back

And I…you know…I take precaution, you know

However, sometimes you can take too much precaution

To the point where it gets – ridiculous. Haha, aww man

[Verse 1]

Each day at my dope spot

I watch him as he passes by (Hey black, hey black who dat man, who dat?)

I say to myself he looks like the FBI (Yeah)

A white man like him (White man like him?)

What is he doing over here? (You know what I’m sayin? I don’t know)

I wonder what does he want

Then he asks me

“You got a light? You wanna help me smoke this blunt?” (aww yeah)

[Chorus]

It was just my paranoia (hey hey hey)

Running away with me yeah

It was just my paranoia

Running away (aww yeah)

[Verse 2]

Down on my luck couldn’t find no job

I’d rather sell dope than rob, why squab?

I know I can’t do it forever

So uh, I’ma do it quick and clever (quick and clever)

However, drinkin my liquor, smokin endo (endo)

Two cops ran by my window (aww shit)

It’s a raid (a raid?) – or that’s what I assumed (yeah)

I flushed two ounces in the bathroom

I ran out the back before they could find me

Come to find out, they raided the house behind me (You’re trippin’)

Yeah man, they ran through my backyard, hopped over the fence, anyway

[Chorus]

It was just my paranoia (hey hey hey)

Running away with me yeah

It was just my paranoia

Running away (aww yeah)

For real boy

[Afroman talking]

I’m tellin you man your paranoia can get to you man

I remember man I used to trip on everything you know what I’m sayin

I’d be chillin with them

And we’d be goin off man

Hey, you know what I hate though (What’s that man?)

[Verse 3]

I hate them late model cars doggonnit

Look like bikes with all those antennaes on it

Paranoid I used to sell yell man

Trippin on the telephone and the mailman

Treat customers like compulsive liars (compulsive liars)

Raise their shirt and check for wires (check for wires)

I got a little money but I need a little more

Damn somebody’s knockin at my front door

Some guy in a shirt and tie (shirt and tie)

Is it Homicide or FBI? (FBI)

Does he have a warrant for Joseph Foreman? (Joseph Foreman)

Oh you’re a Mormon

[Chorus]

Just my paranoia (Come on in man)

Running away with me yeah

It was just my paranoia

Running away (aww yeah)

[Afroman talking]

Hey man, you know where my paranoia really get me at man? (What’s that?)

When I’m walkin through the mall or shoppin man (Hell yeah)

Everybody be lookin like undercovers, cause they be starin (Man you know)

And I don’t be knowin, you know what I’m sayin?

[Verse 4]

I hate sellin dope

I think about stoppin

Undercover cops follow me while I’m shoppin (damn)

Trackin me with a hidden camera (hidden camera)

Plottin to throw me back in the slammer

They think I don’t see em, but yes I do (yes I do)

They some haters (haters), actin like they pickin tomatoes (pickin tomatoes)

I’m ready for quick decisions (quick decisions)

Keep ’em in my peri-fee-al vision (in my peri-fee-al vision)

I see ’em in the airport, plain and clear

Street clothes with that little wire in their ear

They rush me, shake my hand

“I’m your biggest fan, sign this for me Afroman”

[Chorus]

Just my paranoia (hey hey hey)

Running away with me

It was just my paranoia

Running away

It was just my paranoia

Running away with me yeah

It was just my paranoia

Running away

[Verse 5]

You know

I wrote a hit song “Because I Got High” (high)

Signed with Universal

Now my bank account’s dry

Universal records, yeah mon

Took my money like Enron

Broke and alone

Things got hard

However, it brought me close to God

I changed my life and became a Christian, singer, rapper, and musician

I’ve been high, I’ve been low, I’ve been rich, I’ve been po’, I’ve been right, I’ve been wrong

Since I been with God my paranoia’s gone

[Chorus: Repeat until fade]

No more paranoia (hey hey hey)

Running away with me yeah

I have no more paranoia

Running away (aww yeah)

Afroman There’s a Price 2 Pay

[CHORUS]

yeah… there’s a price to pay for the girls you lay

life’s gonna hang you a bill one day

before your freedom or your life get took

get a girl, a wife or a playboy book

one more time

[CHORUS]

sitting at a red light

trying to get my head right

this girl pass with a monster-ass

mentally distracted

I manustry reacted

my penis’ expanded

her number I demanded

the questions I asked her were nice and discrete

but now she’s in my passenger seat

turn up the beat

went to my castle

fucked without a hassle

oh, it felt great in her asshole

she was sexy seductive

her name was Morgan

I loved the way she sucked my reproductive organ

I road it and road it

finally unloaded (uhh)

went to the bathroom because I couldn’t hold it

oh I looked down and I was trippin’

because I’d seen blood drippin’

off the tip of my penis

it don’t take a genius

to figure she’s a virgin

scrubbed my dick with detergent

I’m in the mix, if you know what I mean

’cause the girl’s only sixteen

your nipples are hard

your bootie’s soft

but cutie I need to drop you off

grabed my keys then smashed down the street

trying to get rid of the braud

but her mama standing in the front yard

lookin’ at me weird ’cause I’m gangsta geared

I looked kinda old with a fro and a beard

she looked at me if I was Satan

I smashed off in my honey stote daytons

turned the shit up had the bass go knocking

stressing like a mothafucker going back to Compton

turned down the street and I was skatin’ homey

Sheriff department straight waiting on me

we just need to ask a few questions homey

why the fuck you putting these handcuffs on me?

got to the station, now they tellin’ me

that shit I did was a felony

maybe you can release your rap tape

when you through doing time for statutorial rape

[CHORUS]

Buccccoooc

Padapapayaa…

Met this girl named Kim working at [M&M?]

she was nice and slim

she got a man but she don’t talk to him

you don’t let her tell it

sniff that pussy you can probably smell it

anyway she got a baby, offcourse, offcourse

her and her man is going through a divorce

we kept talkin’ so good so far

we started walkin’ back to my car

fired up the engine went to my house

pulled down my pants, started cheatin’ on my spouse

with the slow tempo, I fucked the braud , but she’s a nimfo

bitch likes it fast and hard oh my god this girl is odd

lost my vision as I shot my wad

pulled on my pants, cocked up my gat

I gotta get rid of this hood rat

’cause she’s callin’ up her man on my telephone

it’s time for this bitch to take her ass home

after ejaculation, took the bitch home with no conversation

no more Luther or s gate

I pulled out my all-white too short tape

I’m playin’ too short and the shit still hit

Ima make the bitch walk if she talks some shit

got to her house banged on the curve

threw my head back fired up some herb

she asked me do you wanna come in

I said wait a minute woman

who do you live with

she said I’m single, I don’t play that shit

I don’t lie I tell every guy

you gotta call me first before you come by

I said alright

put my car in park

then I walked inside

I hit the alarm for my ’83 caddy

she was yippin’ and yappin’

about her baby daddy

talkin’ with her hoochie pitch

she called her baby-daddy a lil’ old bitch

talkin’ shit loud and fast

bitch talking but she kicked his ass

said she socked him like a lil’ old hoe

we was disturbed by a knock on the door

damn who’s that where’s my gat

I hope I don’t die fucking with this hood-rat

I’m trying to be one of those Palmdale playas

but now I’m caught in some chaos

but now I’m caught in some chaos

but now I’m caught…

hey anyway man

the TV and the radio was playin’

I couldn’t quite figure out what they was saying

they voices started escalating

and im sitting on the couch debating

should I stay? should I leave?

should I grab this bitch by her fucking weave

sock her in the eye bitch don’t lie

you knew your baby-daddy was fixing to come by

and you invited me in

now look at the shape im in

my palms are sweaty

my muscles was tense

stood up fool I couldn’t take the suspense

I walked to the door kinda nervous

Im not ready for a funeral service

opened the door, calm and cool

I got eye contact with the fool

she talked about him as if he was small

come to find out he’s like seven feet tall

I smoke he smoke

he gave me a pound with his hand

I walked right past the man

jumped in my ’83 Cadillac

drove down the street then I never came back

went to the house grabbed the mic and started rappin’

about the scandiling shit that could’ve happened

[CHORUS]

bucooc!

Padapapayaa… [fade out]

Afroman Bacc 2 School

Man, my daddy told me

Boy, when I was your age

I had to walk 13 miles to school

I said, “Oh, is that why you didn’t graduate?”

Talkin’ noise with all of my homeboys

Then we go back to school, yeah

(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I’m sayin’?)

With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed

You know, I been act a fool, yeah

Mama

(Mama)

Go to the University of Smoking Marijuana

(What?)

All of my friends go to USC

So I’m gonna tag along and hit the bong with them

Walkin’ through the masses, lookin’ for my classes

I can’t concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and asses

Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes

Tryin’ to impress these brand new hoes

Laugh every time I have sex with a chick

Baby, don’t know, I’m an ex-convict

Walkin’ round the campus with my ‘fro and dick

Every twenty seconds, I’ll be grabbin’ my dick

Full of alcohol at the football games

Doin’ more drugs than my nigga Rich James

My GPA’s droppin’ at a very fast rate

It would take a miracle for me to graduate

Maybe I won’t, maybe I will

Stressed out, poppin’ pills in my Coupe Deville

Talkin’ noise with all of my homeboys

Then we go back to school, yeah

(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I’m sayin’?)

With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed

You know, I been act a fool, yeah

How do I party?

(Party)

And still pass

I hardly

(Hardly)

Ever go to class

Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal

If you bought it from me, it’s illegal

‘Cause I’m Afroman, the educated crip

On a rock cocaine scholarship, cook that crack until it’s done

I use that for my Negro college fund

Broke minorities, sellin’ dope to those bitches in sororities

She’s drinkin’ one too many 40’s

She took her clothes off, now we’re havin’ orgys

Baby, I don’t mean to act rude

But you told me you would never fuck a black dude

Colt 45 must have got you in the mood

To eat a fat dick like sum soul food

Talkin’ noise with all of my homeboys

Then we go back to school, yeah

(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I’m sayin’?)

With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weed

You know, I been act a fool, yeah

Hey fellas, can I get jiggy with it? Hey, check this shit out right here

Hey homeboy, don’t stress, I got the answers to the test

My college professer smokes a lot of grass

She’s gonna make sure we pass

That’s how you pass trigonometry

Sell dope to your teacher, use niggernometry

On the microphone, there’s not a rapper bomb as me

And when the police pushin’, nobody’s calm as me

Wait a minute, you know what’s fucked up

Black people in college act stuck up

So self-conscious, and insecure

You wanna speak back, but you really ain’t sure

Look at me, what do you see?

You see the OG, you ashamed to be

So fuck you, you pretty little rich fat boy

You can suck my dick just like that boy

Talkin’ noise with all of my homeboys

Then we go back to school, yeah

(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I’m sayin’?)

With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed

You know, I been act a fool, yeah

I said, “Honey

(Honey)

You got some sexy looks

You need money

(Money)

To buy your textbooks”

Get it wet, and I can get it hard

We can slide your vaginal credit card

Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl,

Before we study, can we smoke a little Buddha, girl?

Raise your shirt, lick the nipples on your hooters, girl

Open up your legs, baby you’re the girl

Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl

You was playin’ with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded

Down your thoat, and fuckin’ exploded

Tell your prejudice dad and mom

To email their comments to suck my dick.com

Afro’s the bomb, blowin’ up like Vietnam

Talkin’ noise with all of my homeboys

Then we go back to school, yeah

(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I’m sayin’?)

With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed

You know, I been act a fool, yeah

Talkin’ noise with all of my homeboys

Then we go back to school, yeah

(Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I’m sayin’?)

With a mouthful of beer and a nose full of weed

You know, I been act a fool, yeah

Afroman 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)

[*humming*]

It gets all in my hands

It gets all in my feet

It makes me wanna sing my song

To every little girl I meet

It gets all in my heart

It gets all in my sole

It comes straight out my mouth

And then I lose control

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

Be all right

Be all right

Be all right