Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy Rap (Palmdale Sessions), artist - Afroman. Album song Happy to Be Alive, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.05.2016
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
Crazy Rap (Palmdale Sessions) |
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby that’s all we need |
We can go to the park, after dark |
Smoke that tumbleweed |
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn |
Singin' 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 |
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville |
If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will |
Well it was just sundown in small white town |
They call it East Side Palmdale |
When the Afroman walked through the white land |
Houses went up for sale |
Well I was standing on the corner sellin' rap cds |
When I met a little girl named Jan |
I let her ride in my Caddy |
Because I didn’t know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan |
We fucked on the bed, fucked on the floor |
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 |
Thought to myself sheeba-sheeba |
Got my ass lookin' like a zebra |
I put on my clothes and I was on my way |
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet |
And so I ran I jumped out the back window |
But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four |
Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right |
The motherfucker whooped my ass all night |
But I ain’t mad at her prejudiced dad |
That’s the best damn pussy I ever had |
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine |
I’m gonna fuck that bitch just one more time |
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need |
We can go to the park, after dark |
Smoke that tumbleweed |
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn |
Singin' 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 |
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville |
If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will |
I met this lady in Hollywood |
She had green hair but damn she looked good |
I took her to my house because she was fine |
But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine |
I met this lady from Japan |
Never made love with an African |
I fucked her once, I fucked her twice |
I ate that pussy like shrimp-fried rice |
Don’t be amazed at the stories I tell ya (tell ya) |
I met a woman in the heart of Australia |
Had a big butt and big titties too |
So I hopped in her ass like Kangaroo |
See I met this woman from Hawaii |
Stuck it in her ass and she said «AIEE» |
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch |
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch |
I met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky |
She said I’d fry some chicken if you’d just fuck me |
I came in her mouth, it was a crisis |
I gave her my secret blend of Herbs' n' Spices |
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need |
We can go to the park, after dark |
Smoke that tumbleweed |
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn |
Singin' them dirty rap songs |
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong |
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong |
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee |
Her titties were filled with Hennessy |
That country music drove me crazy |
But I rode that ass and said, «Yes, Miss Daisy» |
Met this lady in Oklahoma |
Put that pussy in a coma |
Met this lady in Michigan |
I can’t wait 'til I fuck that bitch again |
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina |
Fucked her until she turned into a white albino |
Fucked this hooker in Iowa |
I fucked her on credit, so I owe her |
Fucked this girl down in Georgia |
Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya |
Met this beautiful sexy ho |
She just ran across the border of Mexico |
Fine young thing said her name’s Maria |
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla |
I wanna get married but I can’t afford it |
I know I’m’a cry when she get deported |
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need |
We can go to the park, after dark |
Smoke that tumbleweed |
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn |
Singin' 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 |
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville |
If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will |
When I say «Afro», you say «Man» |
Afro, Afro |
When I say «Afro», you say «Man» |
Afro, Afro |
When I say «Smoke some», you say «Weed» |
Smoke some, Smoke some |
When I say «Smoke some», you say «Weed» |
Smoke some, Smoke some |
Aye, y’all make some noise right about now |
La-da-da-da-da-da |
I wanna thank y’all for playin' this song over the years, you know what I’m |
sayin'? |
Let me bust this last verse right quick, I’ma take y’all away, man, |
check me out, you don’t stop |
Have you ever went over a girl’s house to fuck |
But the pussy just ain’t no good |
I mean you gettin' upset because you can’t get her wet |
You in the wrong neighborhood |
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy |
But it take her so long to cum |
Then a dude walk in, her big boyfriend |
And he asks you where you from |
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain |
You start talking real fast |
But he already mad cause you fucking his woman |
So he start beating on you ass, check |
Now your clothes all muddy |
Your nose all bloody |
Your dick was hard but now it’s soft |
You thought you had a girl to rock your world |
And you still gotta go jack off |
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need |
We can go to the park, after dark |
Smoke that tumbleweed |
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn |
Singin' 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 |
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac Coupe Deville |
If my tapes and my cds just don’t sell, I bet marijuana will |
Man, man |
Man, man |