A little ditty, about the Afroman
A Mississippi rapper, doin the best he can
Afro gon be a hip-hop star
Freestylin in the back of that police car
[Chorus]
Oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the Sheriff Department is gone
Oh yeah, I said life goes on
Long after the Sheriff Department is gone
[Verse 2]
Afro got some weed, and hit the bong
He hit the jackpot, when he wrote a hit song
+Because I got High+
Signed with Universal, cuz he was havin fun
But they took his money, like Enron
[Chorus]
And oh yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of riches is gone
Oh yeah, I said life goes on
Long after the thrill of riches is gone
[Verse 3]
Broke and alone, in a cheap motel
Afro spots a bible, and he says “what the hell”
Mama said it’s better to give, than it is to receive
Afro went to church and said “I believe”
Universal loved Afro when he was on top
But when he became a Christian, that’s when he got dropped
But Jesus would comfort Afro when he prayed
Jesus said “Don’t worry bout that money
People download your music off the internet anyway”
Jesus said
[Chorus]
And oh yeah, life goes on
Long after corrupt record companies go bankrupt
Oh yeah, I said life goes on
Long after corrupt record companies go bankrupt
[Verse 4]
So let em steal, let em do all this wrong
Let em make evil videos, and encourage evil songs
Keep rippin off artists for as long as you can
People go to the internet and make you a broke man (Laughing)
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
AFROMAN – I’ve Been Hustlin
I wanna say uh hustle up to all the hustlas out there, i love u man
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin
From dusk till dawn
I’ve been hustlin
For so long
I’m the hungry hustla afroman i recycle cardboard, beer bottles, and cans
Food stamps, bust token plus G.R. checks, underground rap tapes tryin to
get on deck
Hit the rap contest sellin weed on stage,
go to work for the man for minimum wage,
Slave hard, grave yard, every day get scard,
airport, fast food, security gaurd.
Slangin rocks all day
let my beeper just beep
Go to work go high, go strait to sleep
Wake up, bake up, then punch them clocks
Swerve them blocks, serve them rocks
Workin at the airport with Jivonni and Kid
Slangin everything the airport bring in
Cook crack sip yak stack cheese
Walk around sell my own cd’s.
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I’ve been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I’ve been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I’ve been hustlin
for so long
Ghetto resident everyday get bent
with the 2 tall cans for 89 cent
Get money get fame get women get props
chillin kick it with my homies rippin rocks from the cops
walk slow around the corner then dash hall ass
if you run, run fast cus the cops might blast
Run, Shake, Break, bail
might as well cus it’s hell in the county jail
Cut to the left (left) Cut to the right (right)
Run up in the house shut the door goodnight
Come back out bout 20 minutes later
braggin to the homies how i shook that hater
start back hangin start back slangin
rappin, sangin, system bangin
aint got no job aint got no credit
but whatever you need i’ll get it
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I’ve been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I’ve been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I’ve been hustlin
for so long
Afro motha fuckin M A N
tryna go to the top
not the federal pen
but i’m in the ghetto
my problems won’t let me go
untill i go get some dough
only legal things
i can do for snaps
is program beats
and bust husla raps
made my first cd started slanging it
the boys in the hood started bangin it
but i couldn’t get rich on my side of town
so i jumped in the cadilac and moved around
to the ?Slathlaswane? ?Kathaswalne?
even goddinna tell me have u seen her
dude named afroman from Palmdale
sellin cd’s in front of Sell-u-tell
rap contest, partys, clubs, and bars,
from a homeless bum to the grammies with stars
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I’ve been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I’ve been hustlin
for so long
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin
From dusk till dawn
I’ve been hustlin
For so long
I’m the hungry hustla afroman i recycle cardboard, beer bottles, and cans
Food stamps, bust token plus G.R. checks, underground rap tapes tryin to
get on deck
Hit the rap contest sellin weed on stage,
go to work for the man for minimum wage,
Slave hard, grave yard, every day get scard,
airport, fast food, security gaurd.
Slangin rocks all day
let my beeper just beep
Go to work go high, go strait to sleep
Wake up, bake up, then punch them clocks
Swerve them blocks, serve them rocks
Workin at the airport with Jivonni and Kid
Slangin everything the airport bring in
Cook crack sip yak stack cheese
Walk around sell my own cd’s.
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I’ve been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I’ve been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I’ve been hustlin
for so long
Ghetto resident everyday get bent
with the 2 tall cans for 89 cent
Get money get fame get women get props
chillin kick it with my homies rippin rocks from the cops
walk slow around the corner then dash hall ass
if you run, run fast cus the cops might blast
Run, Shake, Break, bail
might as well cus it’s hell in the county jail
Cut to the left (left) Cut to the right (right)
Run up in the house shut the door goodnight
Come back out bout 20 minutes later
braggin to the homies how i shook that hater
start back hangin start back slangin
rappin, sangin, system bangin
aint got no job aint got no credit
but whatever you need i’ll get it
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I’ve been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
I’ve been Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I’ve been hustlin
for so long
Afro motha fuckin M A N
tryna go to the top
not the federal pen
but i’m in the ghetto
my problems won’t let me go
untill i go get some dough
only legal things
i can do for snaps
is program beats
and bust husla raps
made my first cd started slanging it
the boys in the hood started bangin it
but i couldn’t get rich on my side of town
so i jumped in the cadilac and moved around
to the ?Slathlaswane? ?Kathaswalne?
even goddinna tell me have u seen her
dude named afroman from Palmdale
sellin cd’s in front of Sell-u-tell
rap contest, partys, clubs, and bars,
from a homeless bum to the grammies with stars
[Chorus]
I’ve been hustlin (24-7, 365)
From dusk till dawn (all my life just tryna survive)
I’ve been hustlin (food stamps bus token plus G.R. check
For so long (underground rap tapes tryna get on deck)
Hustlin Dusk till dawn (swerve them rocks)
I’ve been hustlin
for so long
AFROMAN – Hush
Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
Sounds like Jesus, somebody’s callin’ my name
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?
I’m so glad that trouble don’t last always
I’m so glad, yeah 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 is gonna be all right
I gotta feelin’ everything i’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 ’cause 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 down 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
Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Hush, hush, somebody’s callin’ my name
Oh my Lord, oh my Lord, what shall I do?
Sounds like Jesus, somebody’s callin’ my name
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?
I’m so glad that trouble don’t last always
I’m so glad, yeah 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 is gonna be all right
I gotta feelin’ everything i’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 ’cause 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 down 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
AFROMAN – If It Ain’t Free
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites
I am your platter spinnin’ poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin’ weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley
Rollin’ like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I’m the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha’ fuckin’
Givin’ a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)
These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho’s
Swarmin’ around my water tryin’ to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that’s right, hell, yeah)
We all do stupid things payin’ too much for pussy
Don’t have to be one of em’
So fellas, don’t get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)
Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin’ looky here boy)
And we ain’t talkin’ bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)
(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)
And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin’ heart
(C’mon ‘cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin’ heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don’t forget your panties and your bra)
‘Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)
You gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don’t ya? you know you fucked up
Don’t ya? don’t ya?)
You’s a gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you’d you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me
(I’ll be sittin’ up there)
Baby
(Watchin’ them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)
See, I finally figured out why these ho’s be hoin’
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin’
It must be Sunday, ‘cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin’ up the crack o’yer ass
(Crack o’yer ass)
Yo, you didn’t speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin’ nasty
(Nasty)
And it’s a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I’m savin’ my money for some chile cheese fries
Please, don’t make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin’ hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin’? Come on, boo
I wouldn’t give it to you, if you let me come on you
Ooh, I never found a gold diggin’ woman arousin’
I’m a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin’ a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus
And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin’, you the one puffin’
She the one layin’ there, ain’t doin’ nuthin’
And I bet you ate the pussy hopin’ for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn’t get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin’ ’bout
Takin’ all the money out yer bank account
So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you’re lookin’ for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga
You gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, ‘cuz)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)
You’s a gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(You know I ain’t tryin’ to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I’m sayin’ cuz?)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(Hey, let’s flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)
Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can’t have my money)
I ain’t even fuckin’ her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some
Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can’t have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain’t playin’
It ain’t like you my woman you know what I’m sayin’?
Talkin’ ’bout a man s’posed to take care of a woman
I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That’s drama naw, naw, that’s some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain’t fixin’ to break nary fingernail goin’ oops upside yo head
Talkin’ ’bout take me shopping
I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin’
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin’ punk bitch
(Hey what’s Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)
‘Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin’ me hey come on y’all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)
Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin’ Little Man
Won’t he suck my dick and let’s cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man
I am your platter spinnin’ poppa, your woofer whopper
Your G-mosavé from the mohavé
Sellin’ weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley
Rollin’ like a tumbleweed through Pimpville, Pimpafornia
I’m the Hungry Hustler, Afro mutha’ fuckin’
Givin’ a shout out to all these parasites
(Parasites? You understand me?)
These mosquitos
(Mosquitos)
Mosquite ho’s
Swarmin’ around my water tryin’ to suck me dry
But money come to hard to give it all to a broad
(I know that’s right, hell, yeah)
We all do stupid things payin’ too much for pussy
Don’t have to be one of em’
So fellas, don’t get pussy-whoopped
(Say what?)
Whoop that pussy
(While yer bullshuttin’ looky here boy)
And we ain’t talkin’ bout all women
But if the maxipad fits, go ahead and wear it bitch
(Henh do you undersmell me?)
(Check this out loco)
Babay, you are the woman of my dreams
(Yes you go on an do your thang)
And I really want to put a woman like you somewhere on my team
You have a sense of humor you sexy and you smart
(You so intelligent)
But when you tried to take my money, honey
You broke my fuckin’ heart
(C’mon ‘cuz where you at loco? You broke my fuckin’ heart)
I said baby, yeah, I need you to step on out my car
(Step on out my car don’t forget your panties and your bra)
‘Cuz now I know exactly what you are
(Ladies and gentlemen, fresh off parole the Quarterpiece Quartet)
You gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(What you say baby? You need some what? You need some money?)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(You know you fucked up, don’t ya? you know you fucked up
Don’t ya? don’t ya?)
You’s a gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(N-n-no you’d you better not skip this song, you better
Not skip this song)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me
(I’ll be sittin’ up there)
Baby
(Watchin’ them male bashers Ricky Lake and Queen Latifah
So listen to this shit, biotch)
See, I finally figured out why these ho’s be hoin’
Pussy is the only thing a bitch got goin’
It must be Sunday, ‘cuz you got no class
With the G-string goin’ up the crack o’yer ass
(Crack o’yer ass)
Yo, you didn’t speak back when I spoke to you
(Spoke to you)
Why? Do I look broke to you?
You put your head down, baby, then you pass me
(Pass me)
You hit the dance floor and started dancin’ nasty
(Nasty)
And it’s a trip when a stripper start to strip
All the home boys feel obligated to tip
Baby, even though I love the way you grease your thighs
I’m savin’ my money for some chile cheese fries
Please, don’t make me laugh ho
Take yo gold diggin’ hands off my Afro
(Afro)
Give you money for dancin’? Come on, boo
I wouldn’t give it to you, if you let me come on you
Ooh, I never found a gold diggin’ woman arousin’
I’m a stingy black boy from the year two thousand
Payin’ a broad is preposterous
Unless you stick your dick down her esophagus
And even if you did that, you still a trick
(Still a trick)
You need to make the woman pay for your dick
(You know)
You the one huffin’, you the one puffin’
She the one layin’ there, ain’t doin’ nuthin’
And I bet you ate the pussy hopin’ for good luck
Nine times outta ten you didn’t get your dick sucked
Bitch too busy, thinkin’ ’bout
Takin’ all the money out yer bank account
So get out my Cadillac, real slow
And go back home to your dil-do
If you’re lookin’ for a trick, Miss Gold Digger
You need to go talk to a old nigga
You gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(All these little undercover prostitutes, ‘cuz)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(Get to the house and the bitch stick out her hand and shit)
You’s a gold diggin’ bitch usin’ yer pussy tryin’ to get rich maybe
(You know I ain’t tryin’ to be too niggerish on the microphone
You know what I’m sayin’ cuz?)
If your pussy ain’t free it’s not for me, baby
(Hey, let’s flip it with finesse, for the ladies)
(Honey)
Man, this girl walked up to me the other day
(You can’t have my money)
I ain’t even fuckin’ her she want me to jeopardize my life
Take her to the wrong neighborhood way across town
(Honey)
And got mad at me when I asked her for some
Money for some gas in my Cadillac
(You can’t have my money)
I told her like this eyea, bitch, I ain’t playin’
It ain’t like you my woman you know what I’m sayin’?
Talkin’ ’bout a man s’posed to take care of a woman
I told her like sugar free, I said now wait a minute baby, hold on
(Hold on)
That’s drama naw, naw, that’s some shit you got from your mama
Now I ain’t fixin’ to break nary fingernail goin’ oops upside yo head
Talkin’ ’bout take me shopping
I told her like be legit check this shit out, I say, hey man
I said hit me when your welfare check is comin’
And maybe we can go to the mall, or sumpin’ punk bitch
(Hey what’s Nate Dogg tell them bitches man?
Hey let me concentrate and say)
‘Cuz I-I-I have never met a girl
(Whay you playin’ me hey come on y’all)
That I love, in the whole wide world
(What Ice Cube say, hey check it out, he say)
Last night she sucked my dick
Now she kissin’ Little Man
Won’t he suck my dick and let’s cut out the
Middleman, man, man, man, man, man, man, man
AFROMAN – I Live In A Van
Woke up this mornin at the hotel
Rolled up a blunt got high as hell
Fucked another groupie name in my cell
Hell, oh well, it’s time to bail
Walkin to the van with my suitcase
Drivin cross country to a new place,
Exit 420 get something to eat,
Greet who I meet
Smoke a sweet
Climb back on to the interstate
Yes, got a date, can’t be late,
Pulled up to the club get a sound check
Walk up to the bar get a long neck
Shootin some pool, act real cool
Looked at her ass but please don’t drool
I looked at my watch, start thinking
Yeah it’s time for me to start drinkin.
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Dressin room, (are the moe?),
I get fucked up before the show
Ride to the club smoking a dub
Hoppin out the van with the woofers on sub.
It’s time to go on
I’m drunk I’m high c’mon
How’s everybody doin
Which of you ladies feel like screwin
Women on stage
Security in rage
Guitar solo,
Colt 45 kickin in OH NO
Uh oh I’m playin it right
What? shit sound tyte
Encore
We want more
Yeah, break that shit down
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Shake the hand of the fan
Introduce to the band
Sign autographs, take pictures
Try to be polite to these fake bitches
One of these bitches just might,
Kick it with an internet rapper tonight
Best case scenario
We Get high and fuck very slow
Pass out with her ass out
So I can rub it, man I love it
Early in the morning yes yes I know
Hug my neck kiss my cheek yes she gots to go
I do too I do too
Smoke some more weed
Drink some more brew
I love my life
Peace
No stress to strife
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Rolled up a blunt got high as hell
Fucked another groupie name in my cell
Hell, oh well, it’s time to bail
Walkin to the van with my suitcase
Drivin cross country to a new place,
Exit 420 get something to eat,
Greet who I meet
Smoke a sweet
Climb back on to the interstate
Yes, got a date, can’t be late,
Pulled up to the club get a sound check
Walk up to the bar get a long neck
Shootin some pool, act real cool
Looked at her ass but please don’t drool
I looked at my watch, start thinking
Yeah it’s time for me to start drinkin.
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Dressin room, (are the moe?),
I get fucked up before the show
Ride to the club smoking a dub
Hoppin out the van with the woofers on sub.
It’s time to go on
I’m drunk I’m high c’mon
How’s everybody doin
Which of you ladies feel like screwin
Women on stage
Security in rage
Guitar solo,
Colt 45 kickin in OH NO
Uh oh I’m playin it right
What? shit sound tyte
Encore
We want more
Yeah, break that shit down
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
Shake the hand of the fan
Introduce to the band
Sign autographs, take pictures
Try to be polite to these fake bitches
One of these bitches just might,
Kick it with an internet rapper tonight
Best case scenario
We Get high and fuck very slow
Pass out with her ass out
So I can rub it, man I love it
Early in the morning yes yes I know
Hug my neck kiss my cheek yes she gots to go
I do too I do too
Smoke some more weed
Drink some more brew
I love my life
Peace
No stress to strife
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
My name is afroman
I live in the back of a Chevrolet van
Everynight somewhere new
Smoking weed, drinkin brew
AFROMAN – Nobody Knows My Name
Afro, man I know that you live in Mississippi now, but why in the hell did you leave Los Angeles man? I don’t understand that.
Walking down the street without getting shot takes everything you got(That’s right). A bullet proof vess across your chess sure would help a lot.(That’s true, I know that’s right). When you like to get away pyu.
Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name (I know that’s right).
They call the cops because you can. (Up against the wall black boy).
I wanna be where I can see, nobody will recognize me. I wanna go where nobody knows my name.
Where the hell is that?
Haddysburg. Mississippi, next exit. In stereo where ever available. Baaakaaaa. Deeaaaaa.
Walking down the street without getting shot takes everything you got(That’s right). A bullet proof vess across your chess sure would help a lot.(That’s true, I know that’s right). When you like to get away pyu.
Sometimes you wanna go where nobody knows your name (I know that’s right).
They call the cops because you can. (Up against the wall black boy).
I wanna be where I can see, nobody will recognize me. I wanna go where nobody knows my name.
Where the hell is that?
Haddysburg. Mississippi, next exit. In stereo where ever available. Baaakaaaa. Deeaaaaa.
AFROMAN – Gurl From Kentucky
I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Got a new job in Lexington
Had sex with her mouth and tongue
Pick me still Lexington, still Louisville
Sip that dank, smoke that herbie
Ride that ass like the Kentucky Derby
All the way to Frankfort
Smoke some dank and I gots to skirt
Got like a quadruple of G from Cali
Staying away from PeeWee Valley
Bet I am in the city of Beaver Dam
Daaaaaaaaaamn
Gladys from Glasgow
Likes it in the asshole
Miss Owens from Owensboro
Sucked me thorough, then she had to earl
I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Rich old lady from Willemore
Put me in her will if I’d fuck her more
Met this girl from Pikeville
She was a dyke but I fucked her still
I know a girl in Livermore
I put it by her liver and she quiver more
Came in her mouth in Mount Sterling
She started coughing, she started earling
Fucked this girl from Mount Vernon
Took a piss and my dick was burning
Went to the doctor, spent some pape
Condoms, super glue, duct tape
Fucked all the girls in Danville
Now it’s Afroman-ville
Came in her mouth in Paducah
She spit it out like Pa-choo-Ka!
London panties falling down even in Elizabethtown
London panties falling down, fine ass lady
I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
I met this girl from Radcliffe
Stuck my finger up her ass then I made her sniff
Met a cowgirl from Horse Cave
Rode my horse all in her cave
Dirt-diggler, booty-jiggler, titty-wiggler
Called me the giggler,
Giggling while I was stabbing
Doggy-style pussy jabbing
I got barred from Bardstown
My dick got hard and I fucked all the broads around
Albany – she fucked all my homeboys but me!
Met this girl from Pine Grove
Stuck my dick in her ass then I drove
All the way to Bowling Green
Her colon kinda swollen if you know what I mean
I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Got a new job in Lexington
Had sex with her mouth and tongue
Pick me still Lexington, still Louisville
Sip that dank, smoke that herbie
Ride that ass like the Kentucky Derby
All the way to Frankfort
Smoke some dank and I gots to skirt
Got like a quadruple of G from Cali
Staying away from PeeWee Valley
Bet I am in the city of Beaver Dam
Daaaaaaaaaamn
Gladys from Glasgow
Likes it in the asshole
Miss Owens from Owensboro
Sucked me thorough, then she had to earl
I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
Rich old lady from Willemore
Put me in her will if I’d fuck her more
Met this girl from Pikeville
She was a dyke but I fucked her still
I know a girl in Livermore
I put it by her liver and she quiver more
Came in her mouth in Mount Sterling
She started coughing, she started earling
Fucked this girl from Mount Vernon
Took a piss and my dick was burning
Went to the doctor, spent some pape
Condoms, super glue, duct tape
Fucked all the girls in Danville
Now it’s Afroman-ville
Came in her mouth in Paducah
She spit it out like Pa-choo-Ka!
London panties falling down even in Elizabethtown
London panties falling down, fine ass lady
I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
I met this girl from Radcliffe
Stuck my finger up her ass then I made her sniff
Met a cowgirl from Horse Cave
Rode my horse all in her cave
Dirt-diggler, booty-jiggler, titty-wiggler
Called me the giggler,
Giggling while I was stabbing
Doggy-style pussy jabbing
I got barred from Bardstown
My dick got hard and I fucked all the broads around
Albany – she fucked all my homeboys but me!
Met this girl from Pine Grove
Stuck my dick in her ass then I drove
All the way to Bowling Green
Her colon kinda swollen if you know what I mean
I’m gonna fuck me
A girl from Kentucky
Right before I come
I’m a make her sucky-sucky
Pull out my baseball bat
Beat up her wildcat
Get my bone licked after dark
In Big Bone Lick Park
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