| Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! |
| shit! |
| shit!
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| Now I’m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
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| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party
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| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo'
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| Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
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| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto'
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| Afroman likes tall cans
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| Now I’m a afroholic, call me Afroman
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| Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
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| My homies pop the forty of some St. I’s
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| Now that mother uh! |
| staggerin from side to side
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| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
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| We look real bad but we feel so good
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| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won’t extinguish
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| I need some forty ounce mother uh! |
| Old English
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| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
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| Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin
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| Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
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| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party
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| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo'
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| Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
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| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto'
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| See these girls be actin all bad and rude
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| Always gotta bad attitude
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| See I just wanna dance, why can’t you get the picture
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| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
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| I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
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| So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
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| But I pay my money, just like you
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| And baby I’ma do what I came to do You see I can’t wait around till I get rich
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| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch
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| So I’m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
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| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party
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| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo'
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| Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
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| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto'
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| I stepped into this party full of Mexicans
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| I didn’t realize I was the only black man
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| One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter
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| I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas
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| I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup
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| She kept on steppin back so I kept on steppin up This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head
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| I knew if I moved I was officially dead
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| That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit
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| That ain’t the first time that I got confronted
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| get the fuck outta here
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| I said I’m gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer
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| Cause I’m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
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| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party
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| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo'
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| Run outta doe, slap the hoe,
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| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto'
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| HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
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| Yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party
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| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo'
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| Outta doe, slap the hoe,
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| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto'
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| Well I’m a afroholic, call me Afroman
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| Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
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| My homie pop the forty of some St. I’s
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| Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side
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| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
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| We look real bad but we feel so good
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| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won’t extinguish
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| I need some forty ounce mother fucking Old English
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| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin
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| Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin
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| I’m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
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| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party
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| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo'
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| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'
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| Now these women be actin all bad and rude
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| Always gotta bad attitude
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| You see I just wanna dance, why can’t you get the picture
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| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha
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| I gots no fame, I gots no wealth
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| So I whined up dancin by my God damn self
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| But I pay my money, just like you
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| And baby I’ma do what I came to do You see I can’t wait around till I get rich
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| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch
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| So I’m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty
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| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party
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| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo'
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| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tall Cans , by - Afroman. Song from the album The Good Times, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп