| Wait a minute, man. |
| Hey, check this out man, tell it.
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| It was this blind man, right?
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| Man, check this out. |
| It was this blind man, right?
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| He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right?
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| Hey. |
| He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'? |
| Fish market.
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| He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said, "Woo, good morning, ladies."
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| You like that shit, man? |
| Pretty good.
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| Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man.
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| Are you a ... motherfucker man?
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| I tell you what. |
| My man on the guitar, hey,
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| We'll fool on the drums, yeah, right
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| Hey, everybody just crowd around the mic.
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| I'll tell you all these motherfucking jokes.
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| But first, I'mma start off like this.
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| Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.
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| Come on
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| Said Colt 45 and two Zig Zags,
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| Baby that's all we need.
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| We can go to the park after dark,
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| Smoke that tumbleweed.
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| As the marijuana burn
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| We can take our turn,
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| Singing them dirty rap songs
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| Stop and hit the bong
|
| Like Cheech and Chong,
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| And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
|
| So roll, roll, roll my joint.
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| Pick out the seeds and stems.
|
| Feelin' high as hell
|
| Flyin' through Palmdale,
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| Skatin' on Dayton rims.
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| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coupe de Ville.
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| If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell,
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| I bet my Caddy will.
|
| Well it was just sundown in a small white town.
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| They call it Eastside Palmdale. |
| Well.
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| When the Afroman walked through the white land,
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| Houses went up for sale. |
| Hell.
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| Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CDs
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| When I met a little girl named Jan.
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| I let her ride in my Caddy
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| 'Cause I didn't know her daddy
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| Was the leader of the Ku Klub Klan.
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| We fucked on the bed, fucked on the floor,
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| Fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro.
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| Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right.
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| She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white.
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| I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba!
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| Got my ass lookin' like a zebra!
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| I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way,
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| Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet.
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| So I ran. |
| I jumped out the back window,
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| But her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4.
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| Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right.
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| The motherfucker whooped my ass all night.
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| But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad,
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| That's the best damn pussy I ever had.
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| Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine.
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| I'mma fuck that bitch just one more time.
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| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags,
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| Baby that's all we need.
|
| Come on
|
| We can go to the park after dark,
|
| Smoke that tumbleweed.
|
| And as the marijuana burn
|
| We can take our turn,
|
| Singing them dirty rap songs
|
| Stop and hit the bong
|
| Like Cheech and Chong,
|
| And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
|
| So roll, roll, roll my joint.
|
| Pick out the seeds and stems.
|
| Feelin' high as hell
|
| Flyin' through Palmdale,
|
| Skatin' on Dayton rims.
|
| Come on
|
| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coupe de Ville.
|
| If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell,
|
| I bet my Caddy will.
|
| I met this lady in Hollywood.
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| She had green hair, but damn she looked good.
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| I took her to my house, 'cause she was fine,
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| But she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine.
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| I met this lady from Japan,
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| Never made love with an African.
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| I fucked her once, I fucked her twice.
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| I ate that pussy like shrimp fried rice.
|
| Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya.
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| I met a woman in the heart of Australia.
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| Had a big butt and big titties, too,
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| So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo.
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| See, I met this woman from Hawaii.
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| Stuck it in her ass, and she said, "Aiiiiieeee!"
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| Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch,
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| Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.
|
| Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky.
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| She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me.
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| I came in her mouth. |
| It was a crisis.
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| I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices.
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| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags,
|
| Baby that's all we need.
|
| Come on
|
| We can go to the park after dark,
|
| Smoke that tumbleweed.
|
| And as the marijuana burn
|
| We can take our turn,
|
| 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, check this out.
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| I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee.
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| Her titties were filled with Hennessy.
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| That country music really drove me crazy, |
| But I rode that ass and said, "Yes, Miss Daisy!"
|
| Met this lady in Oklahoma;
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| Put that pussy in a coma.
|
| Met this lady in Michigan;
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| I can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again.
|
| Met a real black girl down in South Carolina;
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| Fucked her 'til she turned into a white albino.
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| Fucked this hooker in Iowa.
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| I fucked her on credit what, so I owe her.
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| Fucked this girl down in Georgia;
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| Came in her mouth. |
| Man, I thought I told ya.
|
| Met this beautiful sexy ho;
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| She just ran across the border of Mexico.
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| Fine young thing, said her name's Maria.
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| I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
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| I wanna get married, but I can't afford it.
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| I know I'mma cry when she get deported.
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| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags,
|
| Baby that's all we need.
|
| We can go to the park after dark,
|
| Smoke that tumbleweed.
|
| And as the marijuana burn
|
| We can take our turn,
|
| Singing them dirty rap songs
|
| Stop and hit the bong
|
| Like Cheech and Chong,
|
| Sell tapes from here to Hong Kong.
|
| So roll, roll, roll my joint.
|
| Pick out the seeds and stems.
|
| Feelin' high as hell
|
| Flyin' through Palmdale,
|
| Skatin' on Dayton rims.
|
| Come on
|
| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coupe de Ville.
|
| If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell,
|
| I bet my Caddy will. |