1.Basehead Boogie
2.Mississippi
(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.
3.Girls
(Hey there she go right there. Look.
Where？ Where？ Where？
Aw, you ain't lyin. She is fine. Call her over here.
Hey, how you doin？ You ain't gonna even look at me？)
Girls, (well well well well well) I like the girls.
(Hey, loco, sing that one more time. Sound good, cuz.)
Girls, (ohhhhhh, yeah-eah yeah) I like the girls.
(Give me a light, loc. And tell home girl over there, my name is
Afroman.)
I like em short (short). I like em tall (tall).
I like em big (big). I like em small (small).
I like em with hair (hair). I like em bald.
To make a long story short, I like em all.
I like this girl (this girl). I like that girl (that girl).
I like the skinny girl (skinny girl). I like the fat girl (fat
girl).
I like the college girl (college girl). I like the hoodie rat
too.
I like the church girl, miss goodie-goodie two shoes.
Girls, I like the girls. (Sing it, y'all.) I like the girls.
You know I do. I'm so in love with you.
Girls, (oooooh, baby!) I like the girls.
Gotta understand, I can't operate with no man. Bucccoc!
I like em shy (shy). I like em bold (bold).
I like em young (young). I like em old (old).
I like em smart (smart). I like em dumb (dumb).
I like women any way they come.
I like em when they're beautiful, I like em when they're ugly.
I like when they ignore me. I like it when they bug me.
Ain't no woman that I don't like. I got drunk one time and tried
to talk to a dyke.
Girls, (I love the girls.) I like the girls.
Adam gave up his rib so I could take a hot mama back to the
crib.
Girls, (I love you, baby! Yeah!) I like the girls.
Hey lady, I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afroman. Check me out.
I like the wrong girl (wrong girl). I like the right girl (right
girl).
I like the black girl (black girl). I like the white girl (white
girl).
I like the brown girl (brown girl). I like the yellow girl
(yellow girl).
I like 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. Come and go at the same time,
cuz.
Girls, (Afroman, yeah Afroman), I like the girls.
(Hey, man, I wrote this little rap about Red Riding Hood when I
was a little kid. Check it out, man.)
I met Little 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 you now!
When you're on all fours like a horse on her hoof. I'm Afroman,
the big bad wolf.
Girls, (well, well well well well.) I like the girls.
(Hey, both of y'all say yeah. Yeeeeeeeeeahhh! You know what
I'm sayin'？)
Girls, (I like the girls, shake it girl), I like the girls.
You know why？ Cause I'm a locster locster, honey spokester.
Girls. They gotta be the most precious commodity.
My brain's like an ocean and nothing is swimming through my head
except naked women.
Of course I wanna have sex with you. Do I look like a
homosexual？
All you feminists hate my guts, but girl you gonna love these
nuts. Buccccoc!
Girls, (Yeah we fittin' to break it down, you understand me,
cuz？) I like the girls.
All my G-mosabes up there in Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia. What's up,
loco？
Girls (I'm smokin' tumbleweed with my homies from Hatties-herb,
Missi-hippy) I like the girls.
Hey, man, but check out this song we used to sing when we were
little kids, though, right：
My girl got two big lips. Taste like potato chips.
My girl got two big boobs just like two innertubes.
My girl got two big hips just like two battleships.
My girl got real long hair down to her underwear.
My girl got a slender waist. Her favorite seat is on my face.
I got taste. Buc-buci-buci I got taste. Buccccoc!
4.You Ain't My Friend
(When you're born in this world, you get these people that you
coincidentally 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 a
sudden, homeboy, it hits you, and you realize you ain't got no
friends, cuz.)
(That's real.)
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. (Go head on, homeboy.)
Gotta pack a gun. (Why？) Getting beat up ain't no fun. (Well
alright.)
Yeah, baby, baby. (Sing it to em homeboy.) Aw, yeah. (Take your
time, take your time.)
Aw yeah. (That's alright.) Aw yeah.
We don't kick it no more. You ain't my friend.
You need to pay me back my ins, cause you ain't my friend.
Stop drinking my gin. You ain't my friend. You ain't my friend.
You ain't my friend.
You be pinching my sack, cause you ain't my friend.
Talking all behind my back, cause you ain't my friend.
Yo, man, it's all good, but you ain't my friend.
Cuz, we from the same hood, but you ain't my friend.
Droppin' dope in my yard. You ain't my friend.
Tryin' to scope out my broad, cause you ain't my friend.
Never visit me in jail. You ain't my friend.
Never post my bail, cause you ain't my friend.
When it comes to friends, I ain't got none. (Got none)
All I got is a double barrel shotgun (shotgun).
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan lookin' at me with
an empty hand.
You always talking, but you never listen. When you ride in my
car, CDs come up missing,
And that's strange. Damn, what happened to my loose change？
If I remember correctly, you was flat broke. Now you eatin' on
chips and drinkin' on a soda, loc.
Lookin' at me smiling, but yo, I need some gas and my stomach is
growlin'.
Fools always act like they're down with me, but they never wanna
go outta town with me.
Flip about four or five pounds with me. Forget a motel, sleep on
the ground with me.
But when I get back with my money stacked, all the homey's start
begging and talkin' smack
Tryin' to scheme and plot on the cash I got. Hey, cuz, go head
and shake the spot.
We don't kick it no more, cause you ain't my friend.
You need to pay me back my ins, cause you ain't my friend.
Stop drinking my gin. You ain't my friend. You ain't my friend.
You ain't my friend.
You be pinching my sack cause you ain't my friend.
Talking all behind my back cause you ain't my friend.
Hey, man, it's all good, but you ain't my friend.
Cuz, we from the same hood, but you ain't my friend.
Droppin' dope in my yard. You ain't my friend.
Tryin' to scope out my broad, cause you ain't my friend.
Don't 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'm a gangster.
I don't trust he, she, him, nor her.
There's no honor among thieves.
Everybody's got tricks up their sleeves.
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise.
I stopped kickin' back with my homeboys.
That same mutha-fucka that's shakin' your hand
will be the first one to rat you to the police man.
Just when you think you found a buddy
You get drunk and your buddy starts actin' nutty. (Say what？)
Now isn't this an excellent adventure？ He turned on you like a
Doberman pincher.
Crazy as it seems, Afroman got a million dreams.
I can't hang with y'all and drink alcohol. Get into a brawl over
nuthin' at all.
I got plans, but you don't believe em, and hanginround you,
I'll never achieve em.
Bucccooooc!
Aw, yeah. Aw, yeah.
Hey, this is for all the loners out there. Check this out.
I ain't got no family. I ain't got no friends.
Only thing that I have (What's that, cuz？) is a big fat bottle
of gin.
Make me feel alright. Yeah, make me feel alright. Sooth me til
I'm satisfied.
Yeah, make me feel alright.
I got the gangster blues. Yeah, got the gangster blues.
Stacey Adams shoes, with the gangster blues.
Do the Crip Walk. (C'mon, cuz.) Do the Crip Walk.
(Hey, everybody.) Do the Crip Walk. (Hey, cuz.) Do the Crip
Walk.
(Stacey Adams.) Do the Crip Walk. Do the Crip Walk.
(Hey, just slide over the floor like this, loc.)
Aw, yeah. Yeah.
Nobody loves me but my mamma, and I think she's lyin' too.
(That's cold, brother.) Aw, yeah. (That's cold, brother.)
I could never be your friend, homeboy, (Keep it real.) and I
ain't tryin' to.
(That's alright.) Aw, yeah. (Hell yeah.)
You know why？
Women can't stand (Can't stand who？) Afroman. (That's the
homeboy, cuz.)
Cops can't stand (Can't stand who？) Afroman. (Fuck the police.)
My wife can't stand Afroman. (Baby, baby, baby.)
And my kids can't stand (Get on down.) Afroman. (Go head on,
brother. Let it flow, let it flow.)
My mamma can't stand (Lord, have mercy.) Afroman. (Baby, baby,
baby.)
My daddy can't stand (Get on down.) Afroman.
Cause I'm a gangster, baby. (Gangster, babe I'm a gangster,
baby. (Fuckin' gangster, cuz.)
I'm a hustler, sugar. (Hungry Hustler.) Yeah, I'm a hustler,
sugar. (Crip gang, bucoooc!)
Ain't got no job. (Hell, naw.) Ain't got no credit.
But whatever you need (What's that, cuz？) baby, I'll go get it.
Cause I'm a hustler, baby. (Hustler, babe.) I'm a hustler, baby.
(Hungry Hustler.)
I made my point, so pass the joint.
(We up outta this, loco.)
Can I get a light？ (Here you go, cuz.) Well that's all right.
5.Hush
Lyrics：South
Music：South
(Unh, unh! The Quarter Piece Quartet.)
Hush, hush.
Somebody's callin' my name.
(If you listen closely, baby.)
Hush, hush.
Somebody's callin' my name.
Hush, (Listen, baby.) hush. (Sombody's callin'.)
Somebody's callin' my name.
Oh, my Lord. Oh, my Lord.
What shall I do？
(Hey, man, sometimes my girl think I'm crazy because I wake her
up and I tell her)
Sounds (It sounds, y'know) like Jesus. (Sound like Jesus.)
Somebody's callin' my name. (I know I'm high, but baby)
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 I went through
and I think)
I'm so glad (What you glad about man？) that trouble don't last
always.
Can I help you see, because baby
I'm so glad 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？
(Hey, hang on homeboy let me say this right here.)
I got a feelin' everything is gonna be alright.
I got a feelin' everything is gonna be alright.
I got a feelin' that everything is gonna be alright, be alright,
be alright, be alright.
(Hey man, it's funny, cause I learned this song when I was a
little kid, when I went to visit my grandaddy down there in
Moblie, Alabama. He stayed in this place called Trinity Garden,
you know what I'm sayin'？ YEEEEAH! And he used to grow his
vegetables right there on the side the house and every now and
then he'd get me to help him out, you know what I'm sayin'？
YEEEEAH! And as he was like, weedin' out his garden and
everything, he'd sing all kinda tunes and hymns, you know what
I'm sayin'？ YEEEEAH! And sometimes he'd sing the same one like
over and over and over again, you know what I'm sayin'？ YEEEEAH!
And he'd get tired of singing the words so 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. Hey, help me out cuz, you know how we used to
do it.)
Bucccoccccc!
It gets all in my hands. It gets all in my feet.
It makes me wanna sing a song to every little girl I meet.
It gets all in my heart. It gets all in my soul.
It comes straight out my mouth, and then I lose control.
Cause I got this feelin' that everything's gonna be alright, be
alright, be alright, be alright.
6.Tumbleweed
Wait a minute man
Ay check this out man
It was this blind man, right？
Man check this
It was this blind man, right？
He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right？
Ay, he walked past this fish market
You know what I'm sayin'？
He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said
Woo, good morning ladies
You like that shit man？
Ay, I got a gang of that shit, man
I tell you what
My man on the guitar
Ay, fool on the drums
Everybody just crowd 'round the mic
I tell you all these motherfuckin' jokes I got man
So first I'm gonna start it off like this
Help me sing it home boy, come on
Said colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell
Skatin on datin rims
So roll, roll the 83
Cadallac Coupe Caville
If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell
I bet my Cavy will
Well it was just sundown in a small white town
They call it eastside Palm Dell
When the Afro Man walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's
when I met a little girl named Jan
I let her ride in my Caddy
cuz I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We fucked on the bed
Fucked on the flo'
Fucked so long I grew a fuckin' afro
Then I fucked to the left
Fucked to the right
She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white
I thought to myself
Sheeba sheeba got my ass lookin' like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
So I ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin with a two-by-fo'
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The motherfucker whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudice dad
That's the best damn pussy I ever had
Got a bad of weed and a bottle o' wine
I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint
Pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palm Dell
Skatin on datin rims
So roll, roll the 83
Cadallac Coupe Caville
If my tapes and my cd's just don't sell
I bet my Cavy will
I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair but damn she looked good
I took her to my house
Cuz she was fine
But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I fucked her once
I fucked her twice
I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties, too
So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo
See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said I E
Lips was breakfast
Pussy was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiin punch
Met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky
She said I'll fry some chicken if you just bump me
I came in her mouth
It was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
And as the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with hennessy
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said 'Yes, Miss Daisy'
Met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch
again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
Fucked her 'til she turned into a white albina
Fucked this hooker in Iowa
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her
Fucked this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth now I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful sexy ho
She just ran 'cross the border of Mexico
Fine young thang said her name's Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I can't afford it
I know I'm a cry when she get deported
Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
We can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
It still takes from here to Hong Kong
Have you ever went ova' a girl's house to fuck
But the pussy just ain't no good？ (say what)
I mean you gettin' upset cuz you can't get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy
But it take her so long to cum
Then a dude walk in
That's her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from (where you from homey？)
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain (I don't bang)
You start talkin' real fast (I don't bang)
But he already mad cuz you fuckin' his woman
So he start beatin' on yo' ass
Now ya clothes all muddy
Ya nose all bloody
Your dick was hard but now it's all (what)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off
Said colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park...
7.Dopefiend
I FEEL GREAT!
Will somebody call me a cab？(Why？) I swallowed another tab. (Not
another one!) Bucccoccc!
I might overdose under the circumstance, so better call me an
ambulance.
Cause I'm a 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'm a
nymphomaniac.
I used to smoke marijuana when I was a kid. Now I'm trippin' on
acid. (Now I'm trippin' on acid.)
I'm high on every drug known to mankind, so go ahead and pass
it.
Cause I'm a 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'm a
nymphomaniac.
My designated driver was this girl, (What's her name？) her name
was Carolyn.(Her name was Carolyn.)
But I can't go home (Why？) cause she just died from an overdose
of heroin.
She's a dopefiend baby, she don't know why. All she wants to do
it get high.
Between her legs is where my brain is at, cause I'm a
nymphomaniac.
I'm a dopefiend baby, I don't know why. All I wanna do is get
high.
Between your legs is where my brain is at, I'm a 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.
I'm a dopefiend baby, I don't know why. All I wanna do is get
high.
Between your legs is where my brain is at, I'm a nymphomaniac.
Yeee-uh!
Wave your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't
care (Bucccoccc!)
If you've got on clean underwear, somebody say Oh Yeah! (Oh
yeah!)
(Aight, check it out. All the homeboys gather around, cuz. Check
it out. Repeat after me, loc.)
Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam! You say it!
(Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam!) One more time!
Say Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam! You say it!
(Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam!)
My hands are shakin'. my nose is twitchin'. My eyeballs are real
gigantic.
(Hey, yo loc, what's wrong with you？)
I'm layin' in bed with a throbbin' head and I'm trippin' on
Widespread Panic (Widespread Panic？)
Cause I'm a dopefiend baby, I don't know why. All I wanna do is
get high.
Between your legs is where my brain is at, I'm just a
nymphomaniac.
I'm a dopefiend baby, and I don't know why. All I wanna do is
get high.
Between your legs is where my brain is at, I'm a nymphomaniac.
I'm a dopefiend baby, I don't know why. All I wanna do is get
high. (hell yeah!)
Between your legs is where my brain is at, I'm a nymphomaniac.
Mu-fuck!
(Hell yeah. Hey man I'm fixin' to do some impersonations, right？
Hey, the first one is a mixture between the lead singer from the
B-52's and Robert Smith from the Cure, right. Hey be quiet I
gotta concentrate and shit. Listen though and tell me if this
shit sounds like it.)
I'm a dopefiend baby, I don't know why. All I wanna do is get
high.
Between your legs is where my brain is at, I'm a nymphomaniac.
(Okay, okay I'm fixin' to do Axl Rose from Guns and Roses, cuz.
Hey here we go, you know what I'm sayin'？)
I'm a 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'm a
nymphomaniac.
(Willie Nelson. Willie Nelson!)
Maybe I didn't fuck you, but little darlin' don't cry. (How come
you didn't fuck her, cuz？)
The fact is, I masturbated about an hour before you came by. But
while I was beatin' off honey
You were always on my mind. You were always on my mind.
On the road again. (Go head. Go head.) Open up your legs and
let me stick it in.
My favorite pastime is makin' love to my girlfriend. I can't
wait to shoot my load again.
(Hey, get crazy with it, get crazy with it cuz!)
Shoot my load again! Stick my dick somewhere it's never been.
(Your mouth. Up your ass. Get arrested.)
My favorite pastime's makin' music with my friends
(There go the cops. There go the cops. Stop staggerin'!)
8.She Won't Let Me Fucc
(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.
9.Tall Cans
10.Bacc On The Bus
11.Graveyard Shift
(Is night shift okay with you？ Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a
job, homey.)
Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We got to work when people go
to bed.
We got a tremendous work overload. The boss don't care about the
dress code.
So if your hair's messed up, come on in. Nobody don't care 3
o'clock in the morning.
I'm fantasizin' about a six four, broke as hell moppin' the
floor.
I don't know but I gots the hunch that it's almost time for
lunch.
Smokin' cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies tellin'
lies about the women they got.
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke. Everybody's laughin'
tryin' to stay woke.
We takin' it easy, though times are hard, pullin' practical
jokes on the security guard.
And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya, standin'round
talkin'bout the future.
Don't even trip if you feel tired. Take a little nap, you won't
get fired.
Drink a little beer, smoke you a spliff, nobody cares on the
graveyard shift.
Buc-wuci-wuci-wooci-woo. Buc-buc-buc-buci-buccooocc!
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me Fro. I work at the
neighborhood grocery store.
We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids, playin' frisbee with the
trash can lids
When the bossman comes, baby, we don't run. He's a fool like us
just tryin' to have fun.
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder, play the radio just a
little bit louder.
DJ playin' that midnight mix. Dance contest on isle number 6.
Bumpin' that old school 2-short rhyme. Got the homeboys in a
Soul Train line.
You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild. If you wanna rap, go
ahead and freestyle.
Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it. If you get hungry, grab
something and eat it.
Drinkin' in the back with my home girl. The beer's on the house
from the Corporate World.
Act like a fool til the break of dawn, yellin' curse words on
the intercom.
Drag racin' with the fork lift. Nobody cares on the graveyard
shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
(Break it down, fellas.)
I never would work on daytime. Graveyard shift is my play time.
Daytime jobs are flaky. Daytime jobs are shaky.
Like Jello Gelatin, so I work graveyard shift like a skeleton.
An afro-classic is what I am. I drive to work without a traffic
jam.
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother, always lookin'
out for each other.
Speak up fo' ya like I know ya. If you come late, we'll punch
the clock fo' ya.
We gots no money, but we gots pride. If you car breaks down,
I'll give you a ride.
Cause the Corporate World is oh, so cold to the people at the
bottom of the totem pole.
Divided we fall, together we stand. What you need？ Get it from
the Afroman.
I'm not a thief, but I got the hook up for the bar-b-que ribs
you wanna cook up.
And if you need somebody to get drunk with, call the homeboys
from the graveyard shift.
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers strugglin', strivin',
throbbin', and thrivin'. )
Paaaaaaaaarty! (If the boss lookin' for me)On the graveyard
shift. (I'll be in my car asleep.)
Paaaaaaaaarty! (Hey, so watch my back.) On the graveyard shift.
(Hey, cuz, tap on the window of something.)
You don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
Happiness is hard to find. Happiness is a state of mind.
It can't be found in fame or wealth, it's found real deep inside
yourself.
Brothers, stop singin' the blues, throw parties and bar-b-ques.
Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life. Play with your kids
and make love to your wife.
Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack, have a good time
before Christ comes back.
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff. I'll see you Sunday
night for the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
You don't have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
(Hey, check this out loco.)
No dental plan. (Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!)
Said, no vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man don't care. (Graveyard!)
Ain't got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!)
Workin' minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)
We gotta get over some kinda way.
Bucccoooc!
12.Because I Got High(Dirty Radio Edit)
I was gonna clean my room
until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the room
but then I got high
my room is still messed up, and I know why (why man？)
because I got high x3
I was gonna go to class
before then I got high
I could of cheated and I could of passed
but I got high
Im taking it next semester and I know why (why man？)
because I got high x3
I was gonna go to work
but then I got high
I just got a new promotion
but I got high
now Im selling dope and I know why (why man？)
because 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 pay check and I know why (why man？)
because 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 Im a parapolegic and I know why (why man？)
because I got high x3
I was gonna pay my car and vote
until I got high
I wasn't gonna gamble on the vote
but then I got high
now the tow trucks pulling away and I know why (why man？)
because I got high x3
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 Im jacking off and I know why
because 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 Im sleeping on the side walk and I know why (why man？)
because I got high x3
Im a stop singing this song
because Im high
Im singing this whole thing wrong
because Im high
and if I dont sell one copy I know why (why man？)
because Im high x3
13.The 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.
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