That Crazy Bitch Out There Again
Crazy Rap
Afroman
- Year:
- 2000
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(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell information technology. It was this blind human, correct? Man, bank check this out- it was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his manner down the street with this stick, right? Hey, he walked past this fish market, you know what I'chiliad sayin'? He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said, Woo, good morning time, ladies. You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, human. I tell you what- my human on the guitar, fool on the drums, Everybody just crowd around the mic, I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes. Merely commencement, I'g a get-go it off like this. Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.) Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need. We can become to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed. And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, Singing them dingy rap songs End and hit the bell like Cheech and Chong, Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong. So roll, scroll, curlicue my joint. Selection out the seeds and stems. Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton rims. Then roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Insurrection de Ville. If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will. Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They telephone call information technology Eastside Palmdale. When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went upward for auction. Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cd'south When I met a niggling daughter named Jan. I let her ride in my Caddy Cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan. We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', Fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro. Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white. I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' similar a Zebra! I pulled on my clothes and I was on my manner, Until her daddy pulled upward in a Chevrolet. I ran, I jumped out the back window, Only her daddy, he was waitin' with a two x 4. Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night. But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that'southward the best damn pussy I ever had. I got a purse of weed and a bottle of vino. I'1000 a f*ck that bitch only one more time. Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, infant that's all we need. Nosotros can go to the park after night, fume that tumbleweed. And as the marijuana burns we tin can take our turns, Singing them muddied rap songs End and striking the bell like Cheech and Chong, Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong. Then scroll, roll, curl my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems. Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale, Skatin' on Dayton rims. And then gyre, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville. If my tapes and my cds simply don't sell, I bet my caddy volition. I met this lady in Hollywood. She had dark-green hair, but damn she looked good. I took her to my house, cause she was fine, But she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine. I met this lady from Japan, never made honey with an African. I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy similar shrimp fried rice. Don't exist amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met a adult female in the heart of Australia. Had a large butt and large titties, too, So I hopped in her donkey like a kangaroo. See, I met this lady from Hawaii. Stuck information technology in her ass, and she said, ay! Lips was breakfast, pussy was dejeuner, Then her titties busted open up with Hawaiian Punch. Met Colonel Sander'due south wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just f*ck me. I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my underground blend of herbs and spices. Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we demand. We can go to the park later on night, Fume that tumbleweed. And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, Singing them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong. Hey, wait a minute man, cheque this out. I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy. That country music about collection me crazy, But I rode that ass and said, Yep, Miss Daisy! Met this lady in Oklahoma Put that pussy in a coma. Met this lady in Michigan I tin can't wait 'til I f*ck that bowwow again. Met a existent black girl in South Carolina, Fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino. Fucked this hooker in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, and then I owe her. Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her mouth. Homo, I thought I told ya. Met this beautiful sexy ho; She just ran cantankerous the border of Mexico. Fine young thing, said her proper name's Maria. I wrapped her upward merely similar a Hot Tortilla. I desire to go married, but I can't afford it. I know I'ma weep when she gets deported. Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all nosotros demand. We tin get to the park after nighttime, smoke that tumbleweed. And as the marijuana burns we can take our turns, Singing them dirty rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong. Have you lot ever went over to a daughter'south house to f*ck, But the pussy but ain't no skilful? (say what?) And and so yous're getting' upset cause you lot can't become her wet, Plus you in the wrong neighborhood? So you endeavour to play it off and eat the pussy, But it takes her so long to cum (say what?) Then a dude walks in. That'due south her big boyfriend, And he asks you where y'all from? (Where yous from, man?) So y'all wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't blindside.), Yous start talkin' existent fast. But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, And then he starts beatin' on your donkey. Now your wearing apparel all muddy, your nose all bloody, Your dick was hard simply now it's soft. (what?) You idea you had a girl to stone your earth, At present you nonetheless gotta go jack off. Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that'south all nosotros demand. We can become to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed.
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