1.Basehead Boogie
2.Palmdale
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.)
Can't get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95 hundred.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own
one.
Them Essays, (？？？) that Essays always try to test me,
So I jumped off the bed, cause I ain't no punk. Jammed his head
up against the bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black mutha-fuckas scared to jump
in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit
cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they
tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin' in the
hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
(Palmdale)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, homeboy.)
Now I got a fucked up life. Two bad kids and a naggin' wife.
Dead end job at the airport. Check too short to pay the house
note.
Turn on the TV, then I see different homeboys that went to
school with me
Playin' in the NFL. We used to kick back in East Palmdale.
Rodney Williams. Lorenz Tate. Zeno plays for Colorado State.
I wish my homeboys much success, but at the same time, I still
get depressed.
Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin' bout
things that coulda, woulda, shoulda been.
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.
(Palmdale.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y'all at？)
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don't care if you in
Japan, Africa hey, you know how we used to do it, man. Hey,
hey, hey.)
Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!)
Yo, let me get a Dale (Dale!)
Yo, what do we sell？ (Yell!)
Yo, where we fittin' to go？ (We fittin' to go back to jail!)
(x4)
Dale. Palmdale. (Hey, everybody just clap your hands.)
Dale. Palmdale. (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
Dale. Palmdale.
Dale. (Where them Falcons at？) Palmdale. (It ain't over til the
fat man sings.)
Dale. (Little Rock can't get none. What, what？) Palmdale.
Dale. Palmdale.
3.Crazy Rap
(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 way, until her daddy
pulled up in a Chevrolet.
I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, 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 lady 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.
Hey, wait a minute man, check this out.
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.
Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck, but the pussy
just ain't no good？ (SAY WHAT？)
And then you're getting' upset cause 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 takes her so
long to come (SAY WHAT？)
Then a dude walks in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you
where you from？ (Where you from, man？)
So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang.),
you start talkin' real fast.
But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he starts
beatin' on your ass.
Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was
hard but now it's soft. (WHUT？)
You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still
gotta go jack off.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
(fade out)
4.Let's All Get Drunk
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.
5.If It Ain't Free
6.Sell Your Dope
(A few words of inspiration. This song is dedicated to the
hustlers, standin' on the curb smoking herb, moving weight from
the inner city to the suburbs. Paranoid of jail, pockets full of
yell, just waitin' on another sale. Sip your beer, wipe your
tears, encourage your peers; it's gonna be alright.)
Everything is gonna be all right, sell your dope. Make your
money every night.
(Get on down) Them brothers round the corner, they wanna start
a fight. (That's all right.)
Sell your dope. Keep on hustlin' til your money's right. (Say
what？)
You and your girl (C'mon, y'all.) argue every night. Sell your
dope. (I love you, baby.)
Especially when your pocket's tight. (I gotta do my thing.)
You can't find a job, because your skin ain't white. Sell your
dope.
Brother, you know this world ain't right.
Hey, what's up, little inch worm. I hope this letter makes you
feel just a little bit better.
Got your t-shirt fixed, your khakis creased, so you can be G-ed
up when you get released.
Me and my homeboys put together some chippers to buy some beer
and a couple of strippers.
You can use my car til you find your own. Can't wait til you
get home, but later on
The money that you get from your GR check, that should be enough
to put you back on deck.
Now I know you're on parole, but don't be scared, this time
we'll be prepared. Fuck the Fed.
Don't say shit to your broad. Keep the dope stashed in the
neighbor's yard.
When they kick in the door with a steel-toed boot, won't find
nothin' but a lawsuit, baby baby!
Everything is gonna be all right, (Everything) sell your dope.
(Sell it.)
Make your money every night. (Every night.)
Them brothers round the corner, (You know them fools.) they
wanna start a fight. (Fuck them.)
Sell your dope. (Sell it.) Keep on hustlin' until your money's
right. (You know what I'm sayin'？)
You and your girl (C'mon, y'all.) you might argue every night.
(That's all right.) Sell your dope.
(Sell it, man.) Especially when your pocket's tight. (What you
mean, get a job'？)
You can't find a job, because your skin ain't white. (Shit.)
Sell your dope. (Sell it.)
Brother, you know this world ain't right.
Your baby mamma, she might trip, cause you hangin' with a Crip
tryin' to clock your grip.
She can't help a black man out, but when the bills come around
she got her hand out.
Now your baby needs pampers, similac, plus you need rims for
your Cadillac.
Ignore your girl when she starts tripping. Keep them kilos
flippin', Daytons dippin'.
We can expand, buy a little land, hand the dope game down to the
next man.
Buy a little business, clean the money, look at the cops funny.
A-yea-hey, hey!
Frontin' in the Caddy or the beat up Taurus. Have the baby
gangster sellin' the shit for us.
We can dance underwater and not get wet, sell crack on the
internet, but not yet. (C'mon.)
Everything is gonna be all right, (Yeah.) sell your dope. (This
sound tight.)
Make your money every night. Them brothers round the corner,
they wanna start a fight.
Sell your dope. Keep on hustlin' til your money's right.
You and your girl.You and your girl (You might argue ) argue
every night. (C'mon, y'all.) Sell your dope. Especially when
your pocket's tight. (What you mean, get a job'？)
You can't find a job, because your skin ain't white. Sell your
dope. (C'mon, y'all.)
Brother, you know this world ain't right.
(!, 2, 3, breakdown.)
Sell your dope.
(I'd like to thank the Quarter Piece Quartet for helpin' me sing
this shit. One more time, bucccoooc! Hey, since we're from
California, let's move it out like some Geri Curl activator.
Hey, if I can't sell a million records, I'll betcha I sell a
million rocks, mu-fucka! I'll be at the dope spot goin'
platinum. You know what I'm sayin'？ I won't have no fans and
shit, right？ But hey, I'll still just go out and buy my own rap
tapes. Still go platinum, check it out man.)
Early in the morning, when I get out of bed, I chop up some
quarter pieces, and get ready for my cluck heads.
I sell it all day, baby. I sell it all night long, until the
15th rolls around, and everybody is all gone.
I go buy some activator, turn my fro into a Geri Curl, put the
Daytonas on my Lac, and then I go swoop up my girl.
Oh, baby don't try to change me if I go to the pen, cause when
the white man lets me go, I'ma do the same old thing again.
Everything is gonna be all right, sell your dope. Make your
money every night.
Them brothers round the corner, they wanna start a fight.
Sell your dope. Keep on hustlin' til your money's right.
I said, you and your girl you might argue every night. Sell your
dope.
Especially when your pocket's tight.
You can't find a job, because your skin ain't white. Sell your
dope.
Brother, you know this world ain't right.
(You think they gonna buy this shit, man？)
7.There's A Price 2 Pay
8.Paranoid
BUCCCOCCC!
(What's up fool？ T-Spoon! C'mere, c'mere. hey look, cuz,
hey, go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay.
Mutha-fuckers at my house right now waitin' cuz.)
How long can I sell
(You see, life is like football, you know what I'm sayin' cuz？)
Before I have to go to jail？
(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man.)
Can I possibly get rich
(I mean you know, you might get tackled, you know what I'm
sayin'？)
Before somebody go and snitch？
(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touchdown.)
I'm so paranoid.
Stress (stress) Paranoid (paranoid)
One false move and I can be destroyed (I can be destroyed)
To avoid the cops I use a decoy (decoy)
You see my mutha-fuckin' driver he's a white boy.
I'm so paranoid.
Stress (stress) Paranoid (paranoid)
One false move and I can be destroyed (I can be destroyed)
To avoid the cops I use a decoy (decoy)
You see my mutha-fuckin' driver he's a white boy.
All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
Your name is what？ (What？) I know you from where？ (Where？)
I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious.
Stop talkin' bout drugs on the telephone. (What's wrong with
you man？)
Stop walkin' with a buncha thugs to my home. (Who these
mutha-fuckas？)
Stop fuckin' up. Call me before you come.
Stop tellin' these bitches where you got it from.
How long can I sell
(The sheriff department's ridin' down my block.)
Before I have to go to jail？
(Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock.)
Can I possibly get rich
(Pass the tabs, turning kit and syringes.)
Before somebody go and snitch？
(Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges.)
I'm so paranoid.
Stress (stress) Paranoid (paranoid)
One false move and I can be destroyed (I can be destroyed)
To avoid the cops I use a decoy (decoy)
You see my mutha-fuckin' driver he's a white boy.
I'm so paranoid.
Stress (stress) Paranoid (paranoid)
One false move and I can be destroyed (I can be destroyed)
To avoid the cops I use a decoy (decoy)
You see my mutha-fuckin' driver he's a white boy.
As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
Everybody lookin' at me looks like the police.
Frequent conversations with my gang assailants
Do you think we're under police surveillance？
Asking questions. Giving suggestions.
Pullin' Smith and Wessons on strange pedestrians.
Cookin' crack up. Dollar bills stacked up.
Hope the cops don't back up. Here they come man!
I'm so paranoid.
How long can I sell
(The sheriff department's ridin' down my block.)
Before I have to go to jail？
(Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock.)
Can I possibly get rich
(Pass the tabs, turning kit and syringes.)
Before somebody go and snitch？
(Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges.)
I'm so paranoid.
Maybe I oughta (oughta) stop sellin' water. Spend more time with
my son and my daughter.
My drug life drug me away from my wife, she couldn't deal with
stress and the strife.
The cocaine rockin'. The hood rats jockin'. The late-night
knockin'. The driveway blockin'.
Late at night I fantasize about rappin', but I gotta sell dope
til it happen.
But how long？
(Hey, who is that？ Who is that, man？ I don't even know, cuz.
See y'all fuckin' up. Y'all got these little rich kids comin'
over here. You know they gonna snitch. They can't even lie to
their parents. What the fuck you think they gonna do under
police pressure？ Get to cryin' and shit. AFROMAN sold it to me,
mommie. He stays over there.)
How long can I sell
(The sheriff department's ridin' down the block.)
Before I have to go to jail？
(Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock.)
Can I possibly get rich
(Pass the tabs, turning kit and syringes.)
Before somebody go and snitch？
(Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges.)
Now I lay me down to sleep.
Before the cops raid, please give me a beep.
If they accidentally kill me and I don't escape,
Pray some white person got a video tape.
Twinkle (twinkle) Twinkle (twinkle) Little (little) star (star)
That looks (that looks) like a (like a) police (police) car
(car)
Shinning (shinning) on my (on my) dope (dope) spot (spot)
Police (police) raid (raid) I hope (hope) not (not)
Little (little) homey (homey) hold my (hold my) gun (gun)
I'm (I'm) fittina (fittina) Fuckin' (fuckin') run (run)
Where I (where I) run (run) I don't (I don't) care (care)
Throw that (throw that) dope (dope) Any (any) where (where)
Cops (cops) chase me (chase me) through the (through the) hoods
(hoods)
Straight (straight) in (in) to the (to the) woods (woods)
Camo (camo) flaged (flaged) Like (like) leopards (leopards)
I (I) hear (hear) German (German) shepherds (shepherds)
Freeze (freeze) Hold it! (Hold it!) Right (right) there (there)
Drug (drug) dealer's (dealer's) night (night) mare (mare)
Busted (busted) crack (crack) criminal (criminal) court (court)
No (no) black (black) su- (su) -pport (pport)
Hand (hand) cuffs (cuffs) very (very) tight (tight)
Baptist (baptist) jury (jury) all (all) white (white)
They could (they could) never (never) be my (be my) peers
(peers)
Sentence (sentence) me (me) 20 (20) years (years)
This (this) rap (rap) so damn (so damn) real (real)
I'm glad I (glad I) gotta (gotta) record (record) deal (deal)
If I (if I) don't (don't) sell a (sell a) mill (mill)
This (this) could (could) happen (happen) still (still)
What a predicament!
9.Strugglin' N Strivin'
10.Let Me Out
11.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. Fittin' to go back to
school.
(Her titties bigger than they were last year, you know what I'm
sayin？)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm
fittin' to act a fool.
(Cause last year she had those little stick-em-up titties, cuz.)
Mamma, I'ma go to the University of Smoking Marijuana.
All of my friends go to USM, so I'ma tag along and hit the bong
with them.
Walking through the masses, looking for my classes.
I can't concentrate on the teacher surrounded by titties and
asses.
Spent a lot of money on some brand new clothes trying to impress
these brand new hos.
Laugh every time I have sex with a chick. Baby doin't know I'm
an ex-convict.
Walkin' round campus with my fro on pick. Every 20 seconds I
be grabbin' my dick.
Full of alcohol at the football games. Doin' more drugs than my
nigga Rick James.
My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate. It'll take a miracle for
me to graduate.
Maybe I won't. Maybe I will. Stressed out, poppin' pills in my
Coup de Ville.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to
school.
(Say what？ Say Afro-mutha fuckin'-M-A-N!)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm
fittin' to act a fool.
(Croocked letter, crooked letter, hump back, hump back,
Afroman's the bomb, bump that.)
How do I party and still pass？ I 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 them bitches in sororities.
She's drinking one too many forties. She took her clothes off,
now we havin' orgies.
Buc-buci-bucccoooc!
Baby, I don't mean to act rude, but you told me you would never
fuc-a-fuck a black dude.
Colt .45 must've got you in the mood to eat a fat dick like some
suc-a-soul food.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to
school.
(I'm out of style with the big Chucks, but I'm from the West
Side don't give a straigh fuck.)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm
fittin' to act a fool.
(Hey fellas, hey, can I get jiggy with it？ Hey, check this shit
out right quick.)
Hey, home-buci-whuci-boy don't stress. I got the answers to the
tuci-whuci-test.
My college professor smokes a lot of gruci-grass. She gonna make
sure we puci-whuci-pass.
That's how you pass Trigonometry; sell dope to your teacher, use
Nigonometry.
On the microphone there's not a rapper bomb as me, and under
police pressure nobody is calm as me.
Wait a minute, you what's fuci-fucked up？ Black people in
college act stuci-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 old G you're ashamed to
be.
So fuck you, you pretty little rich frat boy. You can suck my
dick just like that, boy.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. (Say what？) Fittin'' to
go back to school.
(My name is Afro, right. You see me every night. If you got beef
with me, c'mon and we can fight.)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm
fittin' to act a fool.
(Hey, bust something for these bitches that think we're real
gullible and shit, cuz.)
I said, honey, you got some sexy looks. You need money to buy
your text books.
Get it wet, and I can get it hard, and 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 and lick them nipples on your hooters, girl.
Oooh, open up your legs, baby, you the girl.
Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl.
BUCCCCOOOOC!
You was playin' with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded,
down your throat fuckin' exploded.
Tell your prejudiced dad and mom to e-mail their comments to
suck my dick. com.
Afro's the bomb. Blowin' up like Vietnam.
BUCCCCOOOOC!
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to
school.
(Hey, man, anybody got some condoms？ Anybody got some condoms？
Where you at, cuz？)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm
fittin' to act a fool.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to
school.
(Nobody ain't got no condoms？ Give me a sandwich bag with some
rubber bands.)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm
fittin' to act a fool.
(Hey, can I do my thing？)
(I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro-mother fuckin'-M-A-N giving a mad
shout out to all my G-mosabes up there in Palmdale, California,
or as we like to say Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia. But I can't forget
about my fam-fam way down there in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. Or
should I call it Hatties-herb, Missi-hippy？ Buccoooc! But I'm
gonna combine the two, so I can show the whole world I love you,
you under-shmell me？ Givin' a shout out to Palm-burg,
Cali-ssippi, or should I say Hatties-dale, Missi-fornia. Lord
have mercy, that's that marijuana talkin'. Check me out though.
Givin' a mad shout out to all these parasites. Or should I say
mosquitoes？ Or should I say mosquit-hos？ Gatherin' around me,
tryin' to suck me dry. But you can't have no money and you know
why. I'ma tell you like Dr. Dre： You can't do nothin but get
the pick up, and suck a dick up, til you hicup.)
BUCCCOOOC! (hicup.)
(Hey, edit that shit out, cuz. We ain't gonna get no pussy if we
keep dissin' these bitches.)
12.Hungry Hustler
13.God Has Smiled On Me
(Yeah, I be actin' crazy, rappin' nasty, but don't get me wrong,
I got sense. I'm gonna thank God on this song, man. This song is
dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died, but for some
strange, coincidental, ironic reason, you lived through it,
homeboy. But I'm here to tell you, man, it's not a coincidence,
and it's not ironic. God got a plan and purpose for your life,
man. The Quarter Piece Quartet gonna help me sing it right about
now. Bucccooocc!)
God has (C'mon, y'all.) smiled on me. (Yeah.) He has set me
free.
(Like when them bullets just fly past you.)
God has smiled on me and He's been good to me.
Before I was a wild juvenile, I used to me a mild, Christian
young child.
I used to seek and seek, search and search, analyze everybody in
my church.
I seen a lot of hypocrites, religious fakers, Deacon
whore-mongers, and offering takers.
When I turned 13, I thought church was fake. I took all I could
take, so I took a little break.
I went to the world, bought a Geri curl, and some crack to
sling, so I could do my own thing.
The street life, I didn't understand good, so I started gang
bangin' to prove my manhood.
Had fun, packin' a gun. The badest kid on the block was the
Christian's son.
When to the County Jail not once, but twice; gamblin' with my
life like I did with dice.
Buccccoooc!
God has smiled on me. He has set me free.
God has smiled on me, and He's been good to me.
I got released in '94. Told my mamma, I don't wanna get in
trouble no more.
I wanna find a job, obtain some wealth, be independent like you
and take care of myself.
Buccooc!
I stopped bangin'. I really quit, but not the people that I got
into it with.
Back in the day, from Palmdale to LA, they got beef with me,
homey, up until this day.
To make a long story short, I stepped out the tub. Walked around
the corner to the local nightclub.
Sittin' at a table just doin' my thing, that's when I got
approached by this rival gang.
His gang and my gang just got into it. I tried to explain, I
didn't do it.
I told you, bro, since '94, I been straight, man, I don't mess
around no more.
Buccooocc!
God has smiled on me. He has set me free. (Can't you sing it
again？)
God has smiled on me, and He's been good to me.
(You know what he said, man？ He got smart with me.)
He said, Call the mortuary, order some flowers. You quit your
gang, but we ain't never quit ours.
I got exciting. We started fist-fightin'. Like Mike Tyson, I was
scratchin' and bitin'.
A bunch of them started mobbin' me. Threw me on the floor and
started robbin' me.
The things that they took from me wasn't nothin' major： wallet,
walkman, cheap little pager.
They took my foodstamps, took my knife, took me and tried to
take my life.
Buccooocc!
I tried to fight back, but my efforts was useless. Ain't no need
makin' up excuses.
Hey, man, I was on the ground, gettin' beat down, 8 different
people kickin' me around.
I thought about all the bad things I did, when I ran from God as
a little bitty kid.
No sign, no reason, no clue, no warning. No fair; nobody cares 2
o'clock in the morning.
Heavy licks they was layin' on me, but at the same time, my
mamma, she was prayin' for me.
Lights from the helicopter filled the air, and the police cars
came everywhere.
I told Jesus, I don't deserve you, but let me live, and I'll
serve you.
God has (C'mon, y'all.) smiled on me. He has set me free. (Can
you sing it again？)
God has smiled on me, and He's been good to me.
(Sometimes when I'm drinking, man, I think about my close calls,
you know what I'm sayin？ Times I almost got shot. Times I was
committin' crimes and almost got caught by the police. Man, I
think about car accidents that never happened. I think about
homeboys I speak to one day, next day they catch 50, 60 years,
maybe even rest in peace, you know what I'm sayin'？ So check
this out, man. We still alive, right？ God ain't through with us,
so lets put it down, man. Stop all this madness, you know what
I'm sayin'？ Go on and take care of some situations that we need
to take care of. And to all the homeboys that robbed me, hey
man, I'm still alive, so if y'all will be so kind, go down there
and buy my tape, man. That'll make up for them food stamps y'all
took from me, right？ Buccoooc!)
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.
(I'm tellin' you.)
God has (He done smiled on me.) smiled on me. (He done smiled on
me.) He has set me free.
(Can you sing it again？)
God has smiled on me, and He's been good to me.
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.
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