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.)
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