Paranoid Lyrics - Afroman

Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look 

Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay 

Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz 

Aiight 

How long can sell? 

(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?) 

Before I have to go to jail 

(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man) 

Can I possibly get real? 

(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?) 

Before somebody go and snitch 

(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down) 

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid 

One false move, I can be destroyed 

I avoid the cops, I use a decoy 

See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy 

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid 

One false move, I can be destroyed 

To avoid the cops, I use a decoy 

You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy 

All my life I did nothin' but dealin' 

Learned to rely on my gut feelin' 

Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where? 

I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious 

Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone 

Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home 

Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come 

Stop telling these bitches where you got it from 

How long can I sell? 

The Sheriff departments right down the block 

Before I have to go to jail 

Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock 

Can I possibly get real? 

Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes 

Before somebody go snitch 

Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges 

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid 

One false move I can be destroyed 

I avoid the cops I use a decoy 

You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy 

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid 

One false move, I can be destroyed 

I avoid the cops, I use a decoy 

You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy 

As I bail down the street with my khakis creased 

Everybody looking at me look like the police 

Havin' conversations with my gang assailants 

Do you think, we under police surveillance? 

Asking questions giving suggestions 

Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians 

Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up 

Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man 

How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell? 

The Sheriff department's right down the block 

Before I have to go to jail 

Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock 

Can I possibly get real? 

Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes 

Before somebody go and snitch 

Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges 

Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water 

Spend more time with my son and my daughter 

But my drug life drug me away from my wife 

She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife 

The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin' 

The late night knockin' the drive way blockin' 

Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin' 

But I gotta sell dope till it happen 

For how long? 

Hey, who is that, who is that man? 

See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks 

Yo man little rich kids comin' over here 

That's what I'm saying now 

You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents 

What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em? 

Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy 

He stays over there 

How long can I sell? 

The Sheriff departments right down the block 

Before I have to go to jail 

Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock 

Can I possibly get real? 

Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes 

Before somebody go snitch 

Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges 

I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep 

Before the cops rape, please give me a beat 

If they accidently kill me and I don't escape 

Pray some white person, gotta video tape 

Twinkle twinkle little little star 

That looks like a police car 

Shining on my dope spot 

A police raid 

I hope not 

Little little homie hold my gun 

I'm gonna fuckin' run 

Where I run, I don't care 

Throw that dope, anywhere 

Cops chase me, through the hood 

Straight in to the woods camera 

Fly like lepord's 

I hear, German Shepards 

Freeze, hold it right there 

Drug dealers, nightmare 

Busted crack, criminal court 

No black support 

Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white 

They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years 

This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal 

If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still 

What a predicament