publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Joseph Foreman
album: Track 2 in album Because I Got High
release date: 2000-6-20
popularity : 118 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Conscious/Novelty
length: 5:58

Album Information

label: T-Bones Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 677972010124
script: Latin

Cover Art

Afroman Because I Got High cover art


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(Afroman talking)
But Palmdale over with homeboy
Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
(You shmell me homeboy

I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
Beg borrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin ?Keep it crunckin Clyde?
So I can take Jane and girl
**** their little homegirl
Rock their world
She sucks me sucks me
Cries every time I leave Biloxi
Cause I gots to go
From Tupelo
Hit it in Meridian
Pinch the nipples on her *** again

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
From the delta to the coast
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast.
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Cops be sweatin outta town dog
Separate me from my ***** and ****
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
But I can't be no hip hop star
Did you find the gun? NO!
Open up the back door ?Well son, you're free to go?
Flossed like a cholow
Come on let's all get drunk tonight
Get nervous
Cadillac through Purvis
Get my *** kicked in the white ghetto
So I'ma drive slow
I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
I ****ed all the little girls down in Sumrall
For Nikki and June
Just like a shovel I be diggin
On the boat
I got my **** down some girl's throat
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
The whole house ruler
Small towns, small cities
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
Flyin through the air in my underwear
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
McClaine, even McComb
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies
With all the Hillbillies
Buying front row seats for the Afroman
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the greatest
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream

Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Cause you my folk
Till we croak
Hundred spokesta
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 Because I Got High
  • 2 Mississippi
  • 3 Girls
  • 4 You Ain't My Friend
  • 5 Hush
  • 6 Tumbleweed
  • 7 Dopefiend
  • 8 She Won't Let Me Fucc
  • 9 Tall Cans
  • 10 Bacc On The Bus
  • 11 Graveyard Shift
  • 12 Because I Got High (radio edit)
  • 13 American Dream