What If Lyrics. . if god had long hair, and a go-t,. and if his eyes were pretty glazed,. and he looked spaced out would you buy his story,. would you believe he had an eye infection?.
this next song is dedicated to all whack rappers and all the whack people who like and buy they whack music. . i think u crazy if u like jay-z dont change clothes change the cd. murphy lee what the hook gona be 'cause u do need a hook and another beat..
[CHORUS]. yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay. life's gonna hang you a bill one day. before your freedom or your life get took. get a girl, a wife or a playboy book.
i always wanted to be on the fucking radio. but they wouldn't play me though. whack ass corporate world dj. only play what the pencil neck geeks say play.
let it go. wha, cmon. somebody say heeeyyy. im just playin. . Before Palmdale, we use to stay. deep in the hood where they sell yay. i seen a gangbanger walk by real fast.
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.
Nobody Knows My Name Lyrics. . Afro, man I know that you live in Mississippi now, but why in the hell did you leave Los Angeles man? I don't understand that..
Afroman - Let's get high tonight. Lyrics by Markus Martinsson. . Let's get drunk today. Let's get high tonight. Maybe in the morning. Things will be alright.
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight. Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight.
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.
LATE AT NIGHT by AFROMAN ( BACAAAAAA). . lYRICS- FELIPE A.K.A FLIPPARONNI [email protected]. . check out this beat mayn. . ( talkin ). . (CHOURUS). Late at niiiight i wonder and i roam.
Afroman - Keep on Limpin'. Ruckus. . There go thAT Homie Big DRAWERS. HUSS UPP Hustler!. . (Talking and shizz). . Limpin' through the hood with my kakis saggin.
Ya know. I dun been to jail for a lot of stupid shit. and when you go to jail for a lot of stupid shit, you try not to go back. and...ya know i take percausion ya know.
[Chorus]. Jumped up G'd Up,. Lit the fuckin weed up,. Push Down the Gas pedal,. cadillac speed up x4. . [Verse 1]. Afroman Caravan, travel all across the land,.
[Verse 1]. A little ditty, about the Afroman. A Mississippi rapper, doin the best he can. Afro gon be a hip-hop star. Freestylin in the back of that police car.
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites. I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper. Your G-mosav from the mohav. Sellin' weed out the alley of the anti-dope valley.
I wanna say uh hustle up to all the hustlas out there, i love u man. . (Chorus). I've been hustlin. From dusk till dawn. I've been hustlin. For so long.
"Is night shift okay with you?". "Yes". "Hey, well you got yourself a job, homie". . Graveyard shift ain't never dead. We go to work when people go to bed.
Yeah, I be acting crazy rapping nasty but don't get me wrong. I got sense I'ma thank God on this song. This song is dedicated to all the homeboys that almost died.
[Afroman talking]. Gotta do one song for the hood. This going out to all my homeboys. Ya know what I' saying. All my balling homeboys. Ya know what I' saying.