Tall Cans Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

Ahh shit! Shit! Shit 

Now I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty 

I'm yellin' at these hooches 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' 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

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 hooches 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' 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

See these girls be actin' all bad and rude 

Always gotta bad attitude 

See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture 

Act like a brother wanna move in with cha 

I got no fame, I got no wealth 

So I whined up dancin' by my goddamn 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 hooches 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' 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

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 

[Foreign content] get the fuck outta here 

I said I'm gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer 

'Cause I'm just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty 

I'm yellin' at these hooches 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' 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty 

I'm yellin' at these hooches 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' 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

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 fucking 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 hooches 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' 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Now these women be actin' all bad and rude 

Always gotta bad attitude 

You see I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture 

You act like a brother wanna move in with cha 

I got no fame, I got 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 hooches 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' 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

Afroman likes tall cans 

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