Let Me Out Lyrics - Afroman

i dont wanna sell yay 

get my door kicked in by the kkk 

shoulda said the police 

lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice 

from the tracks of the ghetto 

i try to escape 

ya caught my music 

on a CD or rap tape 

i make it then take it 

to the mom and papa store 

for a proper cash flo' 

from the mom and papa store 

dont want no more rappers on consignment 

find another alignment 

come back another climate 

people don't even know who you is 

you need a name in the music biz 

your album, for one, has no promotion 

your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion 

your ashy, your music is trashy 

outkast, inside they class me 

out the door is where they catch me 

(WHERE?) 

Straight into the street 

(WHERE YOU GOIN?) 

now im on my way to swap meet 

(SAY WHAT?) 

Tryn to make a mil without a record deal 

selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!) 

Hustlin on the street is hard 

in a fight with the white security guard 

talkin bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin' 

I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin 

Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass 

skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash! 

Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean 

tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in 

you can spend your money here 

you cant make no money here 

you better get outta here ya here here 

did i make myself clear? 

i go and drink a beer 

til im pissy in my belly 

big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!) 

I'm so depressed plus overstressed 

wanna rap so hard im obsessed 

sometimes i wanna cock my heat 

make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!) 

let me out, let me out 

let me show the whole world what im all about 

let me out, let me out 

let me rap til the party people scream n shout 

let me out, let me out 

let me show the whole world the best of me 

let me out, let me out 

let me take contol of my destiny 

depressed, determined 

smokin, shermann 

black, german 

monster, herman 

sellin, crack 

money, stacked 

down for a murder, black 

like roberta flack 

get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up 

'cause the music industry is messed up, baby! 

i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi 

sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody 

ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin 

its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin 

it might sound strange in my rhyme 

but im from the west coast 

i cant change with the hands of time 

what i am is what i am 

if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn 

black pecker's my title, john king is my idol 

im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival 

i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin 

bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in 

i dont wear FUBU like you do 'cause FUBU is booboo 

i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit 

you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit 

walkin home with your gums split 

while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!) 

bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!) 

cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO 

punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch 

I wanna kill every cop I meet 

I wanna burn down this house that swapped me 

Im talkin smack but you aint hearin 

get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin 

all the koreans and all the europeans 

the ones makin money off of black human beings 

OH! give it up, give it up 

its time for the black folks to live it up 

a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down 

run the white cops outta town, motherfucker 

so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b 

runs from the black vigilante 

it cant be, 

a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan 

feel the wrath of the afroman 

let me out, let me out 

let me show these motherfuckers what im all about 

let me out, let me out 

fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout 

let me out, let me out 

let me show the whole world the best of me 

let me out, let me out 

let me take control of my destiny 

I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT 

if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it 

fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz 

i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is 

revolution, revolution 

revolution - thats the solution 

i made the rap tape, i made the CD 

fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME! 

BITCH! 

ladadadadadadadadada 

Nobody understand the Afroman 

ladadadadadadadadada 

fuck the police and the ku klux klan 

ladadadadadadadadada 

ima hungry hustla, east side young busta