Crazy Rap

Afroman

credits


publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Joseph Foreman
album: Track 3 in album Sell Your Dope
release date: 2000-9-12
popularity : 19 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Pop Rap
length: 5:53

Album Information

country(area): United States
script: Latin

Cover Art

Afroman Sell Your Dope cover art

Lyrics

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(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it.
Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right?
Hey, he walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'?
Woo, good morning, ladies.
You like that ****, man?
I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the drums,
I'll tell you all these mutha-****in' jokes.
Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.)
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns,
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong,
So roll, roll, roll my joint.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims.
If my tapes and my cds just don't sell,

They call it Eastside Palmdale.
Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cd's
I let her ride in my Caddy
We ****ed on the bed, ****ed on the flo',
Then I ****ed to the left, ****ed to the right.
I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my *** lookin' like a Zebra!
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.
The mutha-****er whooped my *** all night.
I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine.

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
Singing them dirty rap songs
Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale,
So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville.

She had green hair, but damn she looked good.
But she whipped out a **** that was bigger than mine.
I ****ed her once, I ****ed her twice.
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya.
Had a big butt and big *******, too,
See, I met this lady from Hawaii.
Lips was breakfast, ***** was lunch,
Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky.
I came in her mouth.
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
Smoke that tumbleweed.
Singing them dirty rap songs
Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.

Her ******* were filled with Hennesy.
But I rode that *** and said, Yes, Miss Daisy!
Put that ***** in a coma.
I can't wait 'til I **** that ***** again.
****ed her 'til she turned into a white albino.
I ****ed her on credit, so I owe her.
Man, I thought I told ya.
She just ran cross the border of Mexico.
I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
I know I'ma cry when she gets deported.
Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns,
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong,

But the ***** just ain't no good? (say what?)
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood?
But it takes her so long to cum (say what?)
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.),
But he's already mad, cause you ****in' his wife,
Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody,
You thought you had a girl to rock your world,

We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.

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Track Listing

  • 1 Basehead Boggie
  • 2 Palmdale
  • 3 Crazy Rap
  • 4 Let's All Get Drunk
  • 5 If It Ain't Free
  • 6 Sell Your Dope
  • 7 There's a Price 2 Pay
  • 8 Paranoid
  • 9 Strugglin' N' Strivin'
  • 10 Let Me Out
  • 11 Bacc 2 School
  • 12 Hungry Hustler
  • 13 God Has Smiled on Me