Afroman

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I 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 (repeat 3X)

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 (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
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)

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 (repeat 3X)

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 - because I got high (repeat 3X)

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I was gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
- because I got high (repeat 3X)

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why
- cause I got high (repeat 3X)

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 (repeat 3X)

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 (repeat 3X)

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?) yea hey,
- cause I got high (x3)

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, (why man?) yea hey,
- cause I got high (x3)

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 (why man?) yea hey,
- cause I got high (x3)

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 am a paraplegic and I know why (why man?) yea hey,
- because I got high (x3)

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo pussy too but then I got high
now I'm jacking off and I know why, yea hey,
- cause I got high (x3)

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 (why man?) yea hey,
- cause I got high (x3)

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 don't sell one copy I know why (why man?) yea hey,
- cause I'm high (x3)

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
Cuz I got high
because I got high
because I got high
I was gonna go to class
before I got high
C'mon y'all check it out
I could've cheated and
I could've passed
but I got high
I'm takin it next semester
and I know why Why man
Cuz I got high
because I got high
because I got high
Go to the next one
go to the next one
go to the next one BUCCCCOC
I was gonna go to court
before I got high
I was gonna pay
my child support
but then I got high
No you wasn't
They took my whole paycheck
and I know why Why man
Cuz I got high
because I got high
because I got high
I wasn't gonna run
from the cops
but I was high
I'm serious man
I was gonna pull right over
and stop but I was high
Now I'm a paraplegic
and I know why Why man
Cuz 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
your pussy too
but then I got high
Now I'm jackin off and
I know why
Turn that shit off
Cuz I got high
Because I got high
because 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 sleepin
on the sidewalk and
I know why Why man
Cuz I got high
Because I got high
because I got high
I'm gonna stop singing
this song because
I'm high present tense
I'm singing this
whole thing wrong
because I high
bring it back bring it back
bring it back
And if I don't sell one copy
I'll know why Why man
Cuz I'm high
Cuz I'm high cuz I'm high

Wait a minute man
Hey check this out tell it
It was this blind man right
Man check this out
it was this blind man right
He was feelin'his way
down the street
with this stick right
Hey He walked past
this fish market you know what
I'm sayin
He stopped
he took a deep breath he said
Woooooo good morning ladies
You like that shit man
Hey man
I got a gang of that shit man
I tell you what
my man on the guitar
fool on the drums
everybody just
crowd around the mic
I'll tell you
all these mutha-fuckin'jokes
But first
I'ma start it off like this
Hey help me sing it homeboy
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags
baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana
burns we can take our turns
singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong
like Cheech and Chong
sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll roll roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin'high as hell
flyin'through Palmdale
skatin'on Dayton rims
So roll roll the
83 Cadillac Coup de Ville
If my tapes
and my cds just don't sell
I bet my caddy will
Well it was just sundown
in a small white town
They call it Eastside Palmdale
When the Afroman walked
through the white land
houses went up for sale
Well I was standin'on the corner
sellin'rap cds when
I met a little girl named Jan
I let her ride in my Caddy cause
I didn't know her daddy was the
leader of the Klu Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
fucked on the flo
fucked so long
I grew a fuckin afro
Then I fucked to the left
fucked to the right
She sucked my dick'til
the shit turned white
I thought to myself Sheba Sheba
Got my ass lookin'like a ZEBRA
I pulled on my clothes and
I was on my wayuntil
until her daddy pulled up
in a Chevrolet
I ran
I jumped out the back window
but her dadd
he was waitin'with a 2 x 4
Oh he beat me to the left
he beat me to the right
The mutha fucker whooped
my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her
prejudiced dad
that's the best damn pussy
I ever had
I got a bag of weed and a
bottle of wine
I'm a fuck that
bitch just one more time
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags
baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana
burns we can take our turns
singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the
bong like Cheech and Chong
sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll roll roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin'high as
hell flyin'through Palmdale
skatin'on Dayton rims
So roll roll the
83 Cadillac Coup de Ville
If my tapes and my
cds just don't sell
I bet my caddy will
I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair
but damn she looked good
I took her to my house
cause she was fine
but she whipped out a dick
that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan
never made love with an African
I fucked her once
I fucked her twice
I ate that pussy
like shrimp fried rice
Don't be amazed
at the stories I tell ya
I met a woman
in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties too
So I hopped in her ass
like a kangaroo
See I met this women from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass
and she said
Aiiiiieeee
Lips was breakfast
pussy was lunch
then her titties
busted open with Hawaiian Punch
Met Colonel Sander's wife
in the state of Kentucky She said
I'll fry some chicken
if you just fuck me
I came in her mouth
It was a crisis
I gave her my secret
blend of herbs and spices
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags
baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana
burns we can take our turns
singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong
like Cheech and Chong
sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties
were filled with Hennesy
That country
music nearly drove me crazy
but I rode that ass and said
Yes Miss Daisy
Met this lady in Oklahoma
put that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til
I fuck that bitch again
Met a real black girl
in South Carolina
fucked her 'til she turned
into a white albino
Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit
so I owe her
Fucked this girl
down in Georgia
came in her mouth
Man I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful sexy ho
she just ran
cross the border of Mexico
Fine young thing
said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up
just like a Hot Tortilla
I wanna get married
but I can't afford it
I know I'ma cry when
she gets deported
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags
baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana
burns we can take our turns
singing them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong
like Cheech and Chong
sell tapes from
here to Hong Kong
So roll roll roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin'high as hell
flyin'through Palmdale
skatin'on Dayton rims
So roll roll the
83 Cadillac Coup de Ville
If my tapes and my cds just
don't sell I bet my caddy will

(Hey Sugar, how you doin'? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude.
What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probly with your man. Can we fuck?)

She won't let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.
She won't let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.

(Hey, check this out.)
It's so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women don't understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home baby, and make sweet love to you,
But you, you won't let me fucc.

She won't let me fucc. (You say the mood ain't right.)
I really need to bust a nut. (I know that pussy's tight.)
She won't let me fucc. (Give it to me, baby.)
I really need to bust a nut.

Her heart is still broken, (Poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (I know what you mean, girl.)
She is trying to recover from the man before. (Hey, that's my homeboy, cuz.)
Her ex-boyfriend, (Who, Jermaine?) he probly can't see (shake that ass.)
that it was easy for him (uh, say what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?)
Cause she, she won't let me fucc.

She won't let me fucc. (Aw, give it to me baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You know just what I need.)
She won't let me fucc. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut. (you smokin' all my weed!)

You rub your ass against me on the disco floor. (shake that ass.)
I asked you for your number and you said 'Hell no!'
(That's alright. Hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there,cuz.)
You always hang around me everyday. Different women wanna kick it, but you scare them away.
Now I get offended when you come around, cause I'm tired of my organs
(Your organs?) going up and down. That sucks, cause she won't let me fucc.

She won't let me fucc. (Aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Don't play with my head again.)
She won't let me fucc. (Let me hit it baby, let me hit it baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Are you a lesbian?)

Oh, let me lick it baby. Let me stick it honey. Buccoooc!
I'll give you my money.
Girl, you can have it all. Go ahead and have a ball.
If you want, you can take them both, baby.

In the year 2000 I see thousands of pretty young women I find arousin'
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin', many different ways they keep their hair styles and
Full of boredom, I walk toward 'em, get 'em close to me cause I'm supposed to be
Male aggressor, female impresser. Say the right things, possibly undress her.
But that's the post game, this is still the pre-game.
Silly woman She-game. Baby, what's your name?
Even though I'm a freak, I play it off like a college geek, crack a smile and politely speak
With intellect to the woman I select, hoping that she won't detect
my egotistical chauvinistical lust I thrust 'til I scream like Mystical.
The wrong message I hope I'm not sending. Laughing and pretending my dick's not extending.
Can't be overzealous, she might discover. She's walkin' away, (Biatch!) blew my cover.

She won't let me fucc. (You know I love you.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Please don't change the subject.)
She won't let me fucc. (We coulda fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut. (but, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong.)

She won't let me fucc. (Girl you got a lot to give.)
I really need to bust a nut. (You dress, you dress, so provocative.)
She won't let me fucc. (I can see your lingerie, from real far away.)
I really need to bust a nut. (Bitch, you must think I'm gay.)

Don't make me beg. Baby, let me rub your leg.
Don't make me cry. Look into my eye.
Girl, you damn pretty. Stop actin' so, _? Put some oil on your titt--.
Hey, man, I'm up outta here. She don't wanna fuck.

(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 -

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 Palmdale Sit by the fountain I light up a fat one gazing at the snow capped mountains I like to go to Palmdale 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. 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 It puts my mind at ease Indluging 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

Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.) Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.) Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.) Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight. 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. Lets get drunk together. Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.) Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.) Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.) Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight. Bacardi. Colt .45. Let's party. We're still alive. Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right. 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 Palmdale With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather, we can both get drunk together. Let's all get drunk tonight. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.) Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.) Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.) Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight. 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. (Hell yeah.) I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.) Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.) Let's all sell yell tonight. (Sling yay.) I hope I don't go back to jail tonight. (Not tonight.) Let's go to the club tonight. Find a woman that wanna make love tonight. 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 -

Ahhhhhhhhhhh 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'

(Chorus - repeat 4X)
Afroman likes tall cans

Now I'ma afroholic, called the 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'
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'

(Chorus)

See these girls 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 brotha wanna move in wit cha
I gots no fame and I gots 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 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'

(Chorus)

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 vato 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
Ain't the first time that I got confronted
"Got my quete, what up ese? Get the fuck outta here"
I said "I'm gone muthafucka just 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'

(Chrous)

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
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, slap the hoe,
And go back to the liquor sto'

(Chorus)

Well I'ma afroholic, called th 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
Now 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, motherfuckin' 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 the liquor sto'

(Chorus)

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 wit cha
I gots no fame, or 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 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 the liquor sto'

(Chorus - speeds up at end)

Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mamma never would let me play outside.
But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin' like a fuckin' fool.
So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster (?), shot an enemy from across the street
Mamma came home, said she got a good job. Daddy did too. Now they don't squab.
Financially, we improvin'. 2 months later, son, we movin'.
No more duckin' from shotgun shells. Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale.
(give it to me now.)

Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Check it out, check it out, check it out.)

No more rats and no more roaches, livin' next door ito football coaches.
Now I got a new place to sell me crack. Now I got little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red. Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads.
Stupid questions, distract the class. Rubbin' little white girls on the ass.
I didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my future, layin' in the dirt.
I can't jump, I can't flinch. Superstar player, ridin' the bench.
Graduate from school? Don't make me laugh. I got an F+ in basic math.
(give it to me now.)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out.)

I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world, so I bought me some khakis and a Geri curl.
I knew I couldn't make it to the NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yell.
Fo' sho'! I was makin' crazy dough. Shoulda dropped outta school a long time ago.
Bought a cell phone, like a nut. Now I deliver like Pizza Hut.
I drunk whisky and Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody.
Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time.
A white man drove up to my spot. He said, Hey, homeboy, what you got?
I put a fat rock inside his hand. About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(Get down, punk.)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, check it out, check it out.)

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

Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
allow me to
duce 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.

It's like I dont care about nothing man...
Roll another blunt...
ooohh
la da da da la da da la la da da

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
La-da-da da da-da da

I was gonna go to class before I got high (C'mon y'all, check it out)
I could'a cheated and I could'a passed but I got high (uh uh la la da da)
I'm takin' it next semester and I know why (why man?) (hey hey)

'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

(go to the next one, go to the next one, go to the next one)
I was gonna go to work but then I got high (ohh, ohh)
I just got a new promotion but I got high (la da da da da)
Now I'm selling dope and I know why (why man?)

'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
La-da-da da da da

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high (no you wasn't)
They took my whole paycheck and I know why (why man?)(yeah eh eh)

'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
La-da-da da da da

I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high (uh, I'm serious man)
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high (uh)
Now I'm a paraplegic (ha ha ha) and I know why (why man?)

'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
La-da-da da da da

I was gonna pay my car and note until I got high (say what say what?)
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high (uh uh)
Now the tow truck is pullin' away and I know why (why man)

'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
La-da-da da da da

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high (ooh) (I'm serious)
I was gonna eat your pussy too (ohhh) but then I got high (He trippin', he trippin')
Now I'm jackin' off (ahh) and I know why (turn this shit off, ha ha ha)

'Cause I got high (keep going)
Because I got high
Because I got high
La-da-da da da da

I messed up my entire life because I got high (go go go)
I lost my kids and wife because I got high (say what say what say what?)
Now I'm sleepin' on the side walk and I know why (why man?)
(yeah yeah)

'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
La-da-da da da da

I'ma stop singing this song because I'm high (raise the ceiling... baby)
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high (bring it back)
And if I don't sell one copy, I'll know why (why man?) (yeah eh eh)

Cause I'm high
Cause I'm high
Cause I'm high (Are you really that high?)

la la da da da da la da da da shoobe do be do wa skibitty do da da da la
get jiggy with it scubbydooby wa 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high

Yo my name is Afroman and I'm from East Palmdale (east Palmdale)
And all this jail weed I be smokin' is bomb as hell (excellent delivery)
I don't believe in hittin' that's what I said. Yes! (oh my goodness)
So all of you skins please give me more head... muhwahahaha muh fuck

(backaaa) Afro- mutha fuckin- m-a-n (m-a-nnnnnn)
A E I O U (a e i o u) and sometimes W (hahahahaha)

We ain't gonna sell none of these mutha fuckin' albums 'cause
Lets go back to Marshall Derby and hang some mo' chickens 'cause
Fuck IT

FUCK THE CORPORATE WORLD BIATCH!!