Because I Got High Album

Artist(s): Afroman

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Afroman Because I Got High Cover Art

Tracklist

Because I Got High

length: 5:11
composer: Joseph Foreman
lyricist: Joseph Foreman

I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
'Cause I got high (repeat 3X)

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
Now I'm selling dope and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic, because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I was gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
Now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
Because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo ***** too but then I got high
Now I'm jacking off and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
Now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
And if I don't sell one copy I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

Mississippi

length: 5:58
(Afroman talking)
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life
But Palmdale over with homeboy
I'm fittin to go home cuz)
Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
To Mississippi
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family cuz)
Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
To Mississippi
(You shmell me homeboy
Yeah, take them fools back to '82 cuz)

Before South Central, Palmdale flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in Laurel
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin ?Keep it crunckin Clyde?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
To Waynesboro
**** their little homegirl
Make her toes curl
Rock their world
Leave with their Auntie Sheryl
She sucks me sucks me
****s me ****s me
Cries every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup
Cause I gots to go
Scoop another ho
From Tupelo
Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in Meridian
Make that ***** rub her clit again
Pinch the nipples on her *** again
Suck my **** until she spit again

[Chorus]
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast.

I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Way down yonder in East Bouche
Cops be sweatin outta town dog
Sniffin my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my ***** and ****
Tryin to get my ***** to ****in snitch and ****
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star
Cuffed in the back of some police car
Did you find the gun? NO!
Did you find the dope? NO!
Open up the back door ?Well son, you're free to go?
A-F-are-O marijuana cargo
Flossed like a cholow
In a clean low glow
Come on let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Get nervous
As I swerve this
Cadillac through Purvis
Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal
Get my *** kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go
So I'ma drive slow
Hide my fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
last summer y'all
I ****ed all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and June
Down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I be diggin
All the pretty young women in Wiggins
On the boat
Gulfport
I got my **** down some girl's throat
I can't help it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
Hula Hula Hula
The whole house ruler
What's up with all the *****es down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small cities
But they still got big ole asses plus *******
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler Afroman
Flyin through the air in my underwear
Geri curl activator in my hair
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always gettin plenty panty action
McClaine, even McComb
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
I got the weed brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
Depend on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll Phillies
With all the Hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
Buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a part of it
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the latest
I'm the greatest
And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens

[Chorus]

1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Tryin to break dance in my be -Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or should I say loc
Cause you my folk
So let's take a toke
Till we croak
I'm a locsta locsta
Hundred spokesta
Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river

[Chorus - 2X]

Girls

length: 4:23
Girls (wow wow wow wow wow)
I like the girls (ay loco sing that one more time sound good cuz)
Girls yeah (oh yeah yeah)
I like the girls (give me a light loc a tell that girl
over there my name is Afroman)

I like em short
I like em tall
I like em big
I like em small
I like em with hair
I like em bald
To make a long story short
I like em all
I like this girl
I like that girl
I like the skinny girl
I like the fat girl
I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too
I like the church girl Ms. Goodie Goodie two shoes

Girls (I like the girls sing it ya'll)
I like the girls (you know I do I'm so in love with you)
Girls (oh baby)
I like the girls (you gotta understand I can't operate with no man)

I like em shy
I like em bold
I like em young
I like em old
I like em smart
I like em dumb
I like women anyway they come
Man I like em when they're beautiful
I like em when they're ugly
I like it when they ignore me
I like it when they bug me
Ain't a woman that I don't like
I got drunk one time and tried to talk to a dyke

Girls (I love the girls yeah)
I like the girls (Adam gave up his rib so I could take
a hot mama back the crib)
Girls (I love you baby yeah)
I like the girls (Hey lady I'm the hungry hustler Afroman)

I like the wrong girl
I like the right girl
I like the black girl
I like the white girl
I like the brown girl
I like the yellow girl
I like the rich girl
I like the ghetto girl
I like the nice girl
I like the mean girl
Outer space I even got a green girl
I like the city girl
I like the country girl
Don't let me get high and get the munchies girl

Girls (when I'm 99 I'm a have me a woman that's fine)
I like the girls (make love and have a heart attack
cum and go at the same time)
Girls (Afroman yeah Afroman)
I like the girls

A man I wrote this rap about Little Red Riding Hood
when I was a little kid, check it out man

I met lil red riding hood
We took a ride to my hood
And I rode her real good
Like Martin Luther King
I have a dream to make red riding hood holler and scream
I said boom bang pop pow
Grandmamma can't help ya now
When you're on all fours like a horse on her hoof
I'm Afroman the big bad woof

Girls (wow wow wow wow wow)
I like the girls (a both ya'll say yeah YEAH)
Girls (I like the girls)
I like the girls (you know why? cause I'm a locsta
locsta hundred spokesta)

Girls
They gotta be
The most precious commodity
My brain's like the ocean but nothing is swimming
Through my head except naked women
Of course I want to have sex with you
Do I look like I'm a homosexual
All you feminists hate my guts
But girl you gonna love these nuts

Girls (yeah we gonna break it down you understand me)
I like the girls (all my g-mosobies up there in
Pimp-dale Pimp-afornia)
Girls (I'm smokin tumbleweed with all my homies from
Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie)
I like the girls (a man check out this song we used to
sing when we was little kids right)

My girl got two big lips
Taste like potato chips
My girl got two big boobs
Just like two intertubes
My girl got two big hips
Just like two battleships
My girl got real long hair
Down to her underwear
My girl gotta slender waste
Her favorite seat is on my face
I got taste
I got taste

You Ain't My Friend

length: 6:05
[Afroman talking]
When you born in this world
You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
And you get this illusion of friendship
You know what I'm saying man
But as you get older
You notice, you notice people trying to take advantage of you
You notice people trying to like manipulate you
Then all of the sudden homeboy
It hits you
And you realize
You ain't got no friends 'cause

Gotta get on down
Gotta get on down
Gotta get on down
Gotta get on down
Gotta get on down
You know I gotta get on down
Gotta watch my back
Gotta watch my back
Cause I might get jacked
Gotta pack my gun
Gettin beat up ain't no fun
Yeah baby baby
Aw yeah aw yeah aw yeah

[Chorus]
We don't kick it no more
You ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends
Cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin my gin
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend, you ain't my friend
You be pinchin my sack
Cause you ain't my friend
Talkin all behind my back
Cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good
But you ain't my friend
'cause we from the same hood
But you ain't my friend
Droppin dope in my yard
You ain't my friend
Tryin to scope out my broad
Cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail
You ain't my friend
Never post my bail
Cause you ain't my friend

When it comes to friends I ain't got none
All I got is a double barrel shotgun
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
Lookin at me with an empty hand
You always talkin but you never listen
When you ride in my car CDs come up missin
And that's strange
Damn, what happened to my loose change
If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
Now you eatin on chips and drinkin on a soda loc
Lookin at me smilin
But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin
Fools always act like they down with me
But they never want to go outta town with me
Flip about four or five pounds with me
Get a motel sleep on the ground with me
But when I get back with my money stacked
All the homies start beggin and talkin smack
Tryin to scheme and plot on the cash I got
A 'cause go head and shake the spot

[Chorus]

I used to be a gang member
Now I'ma gangsta
I don't trust he she him nor her
There's no honor among thieves
Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise
I stopped kickin back with my homeboys
That same mother ****er that's shakin ya hand
Be the first one to rat to the police man
Just when you think you've found a buddy
Get drunk and your buddy start actin nutty
Now isn't this an excellent adventure
He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
Crazy, as it seems
Afroman gotta million dreams
I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
Get into a brawl over nothing at all
I got plans but you don't believe em
Hangin round you I'll never achieve em

Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
A, this one for all the loners out there
I ain't got no family
I ain't got no friends
Only thing that I have
Is a big fat bottle of gin
Make me feel all right
Make me feel all right
Soothe me till i'm satisfied
Yeah make me feel all right
I got the gangsta blues
Yeah got the gangsta blues
Stacy Adams shoes
With the gangsta blues
Do the crip walk
Do the crip walk
A everybody, do the crip walk
A 'cause, do the crip walk
Do the crip walk
Do the crip walk
Nobody loves me but my mama
And I think she's lying too
I could never be your friend homeboy
And I ain't trying to
Women can't stand
Afroman
Cops can't stand
Afroman
My wife can't stand
Afroman
My kids can't stand
Afroman
My mama can't stand
Afroman
My daddy can't stand
Afroman
Cause I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma hustler sug
I'ma hustler sug
Ain't got no job
Ain't got no friends
But whatever you need
Baby I'm gonna get
Cause I'ma hustler baby
I made my point
So pass the joint
Can I get a light
That's all right

Hush

length: 4:42
producer: Afroman and Savalas Brothers
[Hook] (Afroman talking)
Hush, hush (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name (if you listen closely baby)
Hush, hush (yeah yeah)
Somebody's callin my name
Hush (listen baby) hush (somebody's callin)
Somebody's callin my name
Oh my lord, oh my lord, what shall I do

(A man sometimes girls think I'm crazy cause I wake
her up and I tell her)
Sounds like Jesus (sounds like Jesus)
Somebody's callin my name (I know I'm high but baby)
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

(You know man, I think about all the hard times that I
went through and I think)
I'm so glad that trouble don't last always
I'm so glad 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's gonna be all right
I gotta feelin everything'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)

{*humming*}

It gets all in my hands
It gets all in my feet
It makes me want to sing my song
To every little girl I meet
It gets all in my heart
It gets all 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

Tumbleweed

length: 5:21
Damn how long it's gonna take you to roll the joint 'cause
(I just got the bag)
You over there actin like you playin' the piano or something 'cause
(I just got the bag homie. Know what I'm sayin'.
Chill the **** out homie.)
Here, let me hit this homeboy
(Here)
La da da da da
Shoop Shoop Shoobie doo wa
Yeah, it looks lovely
Hey where the light loc
(Right here 'cause)
Give it here man stop bullshittin'

I love you baby
I love you honey
Yes I do
Do it to me girl uh
Yeah Yeah, (chicken clucking)
Yeah Yeah, (chicken clucking)
Fo Sho'
Yeah

It's been a long long time I've been smokin'
Smokin' marijuana
(La da da da da)
It takes out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It's been a long long time I've been smoking
Smokin' marijuana
(La da da da da)
It takes out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas
It puts my mind at ease
Indulgin' myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will flow away beyond the palm trees

[Chorus]
'But I gotta keep smoki'n and a smokijjjjn and a smokin on
I keep chokin and a chokin and a chokin on
I keep sellin and a sellin and inhalin
My tumbleweed

I like to go to Palmdale
(Yeah)
Sit by the fountain
(sit by the fountain)
I light up a fat one gazin' at the snow-capped mountains
(come again now uh)
I like to go to Palmdale
Sit by the fountain
(sit by the fountain)
I light up a fat one gazin' at the snow-capped mountains
Baby please don't nag
Go and get me the zig-zag
And my problems will float away
Like a plastic baiiiag

[Chorus]

I need to get a job
And that's not funny
(La da da da da)
'Cause me be smoking too much ganja
(yeah)
And be runnin' out of money
I gotta lie to the man
(let me get an application)
Tell him that I've never been arrested
(sir you have never been to jail)
I gottta go to the clinic baby
I gotta get drug tested
(oh no)
I got no food for my stomach
Got no gas for my Coup De Ville
I gotta walk to the supermarket for some goldenseal
'Cause everyday

[Chorus]

Oh, oh yeah
Uh
I said the black man smokin'
(black man smokin')
If he's a soul bro
(Hey man what's happening)
I said the mexican smokin'
(mexican smokin')
If he's a cholo
(where you from esse)
I said the creole smokin'
(creole smokin')
Down in Mississippi
(**** creoles)
I said the white man smokin'
(white man smokin')
If he's a hippie
(where's the bud man)
It puts my mind at ease
Indulgin' myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will flow away beyond the palm trees

[Chorus]

Right about now
(oh)
I'm fixin to dedicate this to everybody
(oh yeah)
That went to Palmdale high school with me
Check this **** out 'cause

I said Joey Jo has an afro
Sing something with soul chillin' ice cold
Jerry with the high top fade
Left Palmdale but he still gettin' paid
Hey man take me back to the bridge we up outta here man

It puts my mind at ease
Indulgin' myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will flow away beyond the palm trees
Whatcha gotta do

[Chorus]

Dopefiend

length: 7:20
Will somebody call me a cab?
I swallowed another tab
I might overdose under the circumstance
So betta yet call me an ambulance

[Chorus]
Cause I'ma dopefiend baby, I don't know why
All I wanna do is get high
Between your legs is where my brain is at
Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

I used to smoke marijuana when I was a kid
Now I'm trippin on acid
I'm high on every drug known to mankind
So go ahead and pass it

[Chorus]

My designated driver was this girl
Her name was Carolyn
But I can't go home cause she just died from an overdose of heroin
She's a dopefiend baby
She don't know why
All she wants to do is get high
Between her legs is where my brain is at
Cause I'ma nymphomaniac

[Chorus]

This butt naked girl sat next to me
And offered me some ecstasy
Then she gave me a big fat kiss with a mouth full of LSD

[Chorus]

Wave your hands in the air
Then wave it like you just don't care
If you got on clean underwear somebody say oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Check it out all the homeboys gather round cuz
Repeat after me
Shit, God damn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, God damn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, God damn, get off your ass and jam
Shit, God damn, get off your ass and jam
My hands are shakin, my nose is twitchin, my eyeballs are real gigantic
I'm layin in bed, with a throbbin head, and I'm trippin on widespread panic

[Chorus - repeat 3X]

Hell yeah, A man, I'm gonna do some impersonations right
A, the first one is a mixture between the lead singer of the B-52's
And Robert Smith from the cure right
[Chorus]

I'm gonna do Axl Rose from Guns N Roses cuz
[Chorus]

Willie Nelson, Willie Nelson, we gonna sing some country
Maybe I didn't fuck you
But little darling don't cry
The fact is I masturbated
About an hour before you came by
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
On the road again
Open up your legs and let me stick it in
My favorite past time is making love to my girlfriend
I can't wait to shoot my load again
Shoot my load again
Stick my dick some where it's never been

She Won't Let Me Fucc

length: 6:02
producer: Afroman and Savalas Brothers
(Hey sugar, how you doin'? your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude. what do you mean, 'where's my girl?' probly with your man. can we ****?)


She won't let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.
She won't let me fucc.
I really need to bust a nut.

(hey, check this out.)
It's so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women don't understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home baby, and make sweet love to you,
But you, you won't let me fucc.

She won't let me fucc. (you say the mood ain't right.)
I really need to bust a nut. (i know that *****'s tight.)
She won't let me fucc. (give it to me, baby.)
I really need to bust a nut.

Her heart is still broken, (poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (i know what you mean, girl.)
She is trying to recover from the man before. (hey, that's my homeboy, cuz.)
Her ex-boyfriend, (who, Jermaine?) he probly can't see (shake that ***.)
That it was easy for him (uh, say what?) but he made is hard for me. (why, man?)
Cause she, she won't let me fucc.

She won't let me fucc. (aw, give it to me baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (you know just what i need.)
She won't let me fucc. (girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer¡­)
I really need to bust a nut. (¡­ you smokin' all my weed!)

You rub your *** against me on the disco floor. (shake that ***.)
I asked you for your number and you said 'hell no!'
(that's alright. hey, **** that ***** look at that one over there,cuz.)
You always hang around me everyday. different women want to kick it, but you scare them away.
Now i get offended when you come around, cause i'm tired of my organs (your organs?) going up and down. that sucks, cause she won't let me fucc.

She won't let me fucc. (aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey.)
I really need to bust a nut. (don't play with my head again.)
She won't let me fucc. (let me hit it baby, let me hit it baby.)
I really need to bust a nut. (are you a lesbian?)

Oh, let me lick it baby. let me stick it honey. buccoooc!
I'll give you my money.
Girl, you can have it all. go ahead and have a ball.
If you want, you can take them both, baby.

In the year 2000 i see thousands of pretty young women i find arousin'
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin', many different ways they keep their hair styles and
Full of boredom, i walk toward 'em, get 'em close to me cause I'm supposed to be
Male aggressor, female impresser. say the right things, possibly undress her.
But that's the post game, this is still the pre-game.
Silly woman she-game. baby, what's your name?
Even though i'm a freak, i play it off like a college geek, crack a smile and politely speak
With intellect to the woman i select, hoping that she won't detect
My egotistical chauvinistical lust i thrust 'til i scream like mystical.
The wrong message i hope i'm not sending. laughing and pretending my ****'s not extending.
Can't be overzealous, she might discover. she's walkin' away, (biatch!) blew my cover.

She won't let me fucc. (you know i love you.)
I really need to bust a nut. (please don't change the subject.)
She won't let me fucc. (we coulda ****ed all night long¡­)
I really need to bust a nut. (¡­ but, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong.)

She won't let me fucc. (girl you got a lot to give.)
I really need to bust a nut. (you dress, you dress, so provocative.)
She won't let me fucc. (i can see your lingerie, from real far away.)
I really need to bust a nut. (*****, you must think i'm gay.)

Don't make me beg. baby, let me rub your leg.
Don't make me cry. look into my eye.
Girl, you damn pretty. stop actin' so, ____? put some oil on your titt--.
Hey, man, i'm up outta here. she don't want to ****.

Tall Cans

length: 7:10
producer: Afroman and Savalas Brothers
Ahhhhhhhhhhh ****! ****! ****!
Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus - repeat 4X]
Afroman likes tall cans

Now I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homies pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that mother uh! staggerin from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin
Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus]

See these girls be actin all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
See I just want to dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother want to move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch
So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus]

I stepped into this party full of Mexicans
I didn't realize I was the only black man
One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter
I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas
I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup
She kept on steppin back so I kept on steppin up
This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head
I knew if I moved I was officially dead
That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit
That ain't the first time that I got confronted
{say something in Spanish} get the **** outta here
I said I'm gone mother ****er, now gimme my beer
Cause I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chrous]

HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO
Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
Yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, slap the hoe,
get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus]

Well I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homie pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side
We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother ****ing Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin
I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus]

Now these women be actin all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
You see I just want to dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother want to move in with cha
I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch
So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin at these hoochies and I'm lookin for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'

[Chorus - speeds up at end]

Bacc on the Bus

length: 5:43
producer: Savalas Brothers and Afroman
editor: Tony Gillis
composer: Joseph Foreman
lyricist: Joseph Foreman
i was walking to the store and noticed a whore tripping up and down so i cane myself over say whats up dover and she says ill suck you dick for some weed i say no thank you because she achoo enough cum to populate mars and she insist and i become a dick and back hand her to hong cong get on home and get undressed then start getting high with my bong i say its my bestfriend he take me to heaven and i swear that aintno lie so what im gonna do is continue rapping and right now i am high
(if you liked this song i just came up with feel free to email me )
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Graveyard Shift

length: 5:22
"Is night shift okay with you?"
"Yes."
"Hey well you got yourself a job, homie"

[Verse 1]
Graveyard shift ain't never dead
We go to work when people go to bed
We got a tremendous work overload
The boss don't care about the dress code
So if your hair's messed up, come on in
Nobody don't care 3 o'clock in the mornin'
I'm fantasizin' about a six fo'
Broke as hell, moppin' the flo'
I don't know but I gots the hunch (what's that?)
That it's almost time for lunch
Smokin' cigarettes in the parkin' lot
All the homies tellin' lies 'bout the women they got
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke (why?)
Everybody's laughin', tryin' to stay woke (yeah)
We takin' it easy though times are hard
Pullin' practical jokes on the security guard
And if you come late, the boss won't boot ya
Standin' 'round, talkin' 'bout the future
Don't even trip if you feel tired
Take a little nap, you won't get fired
Drink a little beer (beer), smoke you a spliff (spliff)
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift (uh, yeah, yeah uh, uh)
{*mouth scratches a chicken cluck*}

[Hook]
Paaaaaaaaarty (yeah!) on the graveyard shift (paaarty)
Paaaaaaaaarty (oh yeah! alright now) on the graveyard shift
(you don't have to slave)
You don't have to slave too hard (oh!) on the grave-aveyard

[Verse 2]
hey, yeah, uh
My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me 'Fro (cuz)
I worked at the neighborhood grocery store
We actin' crazy like a bunch of kids
Playin' frisbee with the trash can lids
When the bossman comes, baby we don't run
He's a fool like us just tryin' to have fun
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder
Play the radio just a little bit louder
DJ playin' that midnight mix (mix)
Dance contest on isle number six (six)
Bumpin' that old school Too $hort rhyme (uh)
Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line
If you want to act crazy, go ahead and be wild
If you want to rap, go ahead and freestyle
Graveyard shift, you just can't beat it
If you get hungry, grab something and eat it (haha)
Drinkin' in the back with my home girl (yeah)
The beer's on the house from the Corporate World
Act like a fool 'til the break of dawn
Yellin' curse words on the intercom
Drag racin' with the fork lift
Nobody cares on the graveyard shift
(you know what I'm sayin', ha!)

[Hook]
Paaaaaaaaarty (yeah!) on the graveyard shift (everyday)
Paaaaaaaaarty (alright! yeah!) on the graveyard shift
(you don't have to slave, oh yeah!)
You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard
(break it down, fellas) ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse 3]
I never would work on daytime (daytime)
Graveyard shift is my play time (playtime)
Daytime jobs are flaky (flaky)
Daytime jobs are shaky like (what?) Jello Gelatin (gelatin)
So I work graveyard shift like a skeleton (yeah)
An afro-classic is what I am
I drive to work without a traffic jam
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother
Always lookin' out for each other
Speak up fo' ya like I lawyer
If you come late, we'll punch the clock fo' ya
We gots no money but we got pride
If you car break down I'll give you a ride
Cause the Corporate World is oh so cold
To the people at the bottom of the totem pole
Divided we fall, together we stand
What you need? Get it from the Afroman
I'm not a thief but I got the hook up
For the barbeque ribs you want to cook up
And if you need somebody to get drunk with
Call the homeboys from the graveyard shift
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers
Strugglin', strivin', throbbin', thrivin')

[Hook]
Paaaaaaaaarty (if the boss lookin' for me)
On the graveyard shift (I'm in my car asleep, you know what I'm sayin')
Paaaaaaaaarty (hey so watch my back cuz)
On the graveyard shift (tap on the window or something, haha)
You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard
ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh

[Verse 4]
Happiness is hard to find
Happiness is a state of mind
It can't be found in fame or wealth
It's found real deep inside yourself
Brothers, stop singin' the blues
Throw parties and barbeques
Don't destroy your life, enjoy your life
Play with your kids and make love to your wife
Drink a little beer, don't smoke no crack
Have a good time before Christ comes back
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff
I'll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift

[Hook]
Paaaaaaaaarty on the graveyard shift
Paaaaaaaaarty on the graveyard shift
You don't have to slave too hard on the grave-aveyard
ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh

[Outro]
(hey, check this out loco)
No dental plan (graveyard!) no medicare (graveyard!)
Said no vacation (graveyard!) the Man don't care (graveyard!)
Ain't got no union (graveyard!) no respect (graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms (graveyard!) and a short paycheck (graveyard!)
Workin' minimum wage (graveyard!) everyday (graveyard!)
We gotta get over (come on man) some kinda way
{*chicken cluck*}

Because I Got High (radio edit)

length: 4:21
I was gonna clean my room until I got high
I gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
My room is still messed up and I know why
'Cause I got high (repeat 3X)

I was gonna go to class before I got high
I coulda cheated and I coulda passed but I got high
I am taking it next semester and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I was gonna go to work but then I got high
I just got a new promotion but I got high
Now I'm selling dope and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I wasn't gonna run from the cops but I was high
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
Now I am a paraplegic, because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna pay my car note until I got high
I was gonna gamble on the boat but then I got high
Now the tow truck is pulling away and I know why
Because I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
I was gonna eat yo ***** too but then I got high
Now I'm jacking off and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I messed up my entire life because I got high
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
Now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk and I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

I'm gonna stop singing this song because I'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high
And if I don't sell one copy I know why
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high
'Cause I got high

American Dream

length: 2:52
Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites,
Allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman.
I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream.
Surrounded by drugs,
Jeopardized my life by living around thugs,
But I'm still the American Dream.
Kicked outta Palmdale High School
Because I was considered a distraction to the educational process.
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system,
And I'm still the American Dream.
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole;
Hopped outta prison as a bull frog,
But I'm still the American Dream.
The most rejected, disrespected,
When I went for a job I was never selected,
But I am still the American Dream.
And right about now,
I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin',
Wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin',
Coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character
With such flagrant slanderousity,
But I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism,
And all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation,
And I am still the American Dream.
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.
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me.
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother,
But you are still the American Dream.
The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be,
But you are still the American Dream.
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller,
With 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream.
Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat *****
And didn't get no ***** last night, but you are still the American Dream.
Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man,
The mexican, and even poor white,
All human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future,
Follow me as we journey through the Red Sea,
Cause I have been to the mountain top,
I've seen the Promised Land,
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category.
My mind has been delivered.
My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery.
I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! **** a drug test,
I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc!

A-E-I-O-you, and sometimes W. 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high.