Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tall Cans, artist - Afroman. Album song The Good Times, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.08.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Tall Cans |
| Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! |
| shit! |
| shit! |
| Now I’m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty |
| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo' |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, |
| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto' |
| Afroman likes tall cans |
| Now I’m a afroholic, call me Afroman |
| Love to sag my khakis with a tall can |
| My homies pop the forty of some St. I’s |
| Now that mother uh! |
| staggerin from side to side |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood |
| We look real bad but we feel so good |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won’t extinguish |
| I need some forty ounce mother uh! |
| Old English |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin |
| Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin |
| Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty |
| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo' |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, |
| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto' |
| See these girls be actin all bad and rude |
| Always gotta bad attitude |
| See I just wanna dance, why can’t you get the picture |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha |
| I gots no fame, I gots no wealth |
| So I whined up dancin by my God damn self |
| But I pay my money, just like you |
| And baby I’ma do what I came to do You see I can’t wait around till I get rich |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch |
| So I’m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty |
| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo' |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, |
| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto' |
| I stepped into this party full of Mexicans |
| I didn’t realize I was the only black man |
| One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter |
| I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas |
| I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup |
| She kept on steppin back so I kept on steppin up This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head |
| I knew if I moved I was officially dead |
| That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit |
| That ain’t the first time that I got confronted |
| get the fuck outta here |
| I said I’m gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer |
| Cause I’m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty |
| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo' |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, |
| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto' |
| 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 |
| Yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo' |
| Outta doe, slap the hoe, |
| get the do’and go back to that liquor sto' |
| Well I’m a afroholic, call me Afroman |
| Love to sag my khakis with a tall can |
| My homie pop the forty of some St. I’s |
| Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood |
| We look real bad but we feel so good |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won’t extinguish |
| I need some forty ounce mother fucking Old English |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin |
| Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin |
| I’m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty |
| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo' |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' |
| Now these women be actin all bad and rude |
| Always gotta bad attitude |
| You see I just wanna dance, why can’t you get the picture |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha |
| I gots no fame, I gots no wealth |
| So I whined up dancin by my God damn self |
| But I pay my money, just like you |
| And baby I’ma do what I came to do You see I can’t wait around till I get rich |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch |
| So I’m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty |
| I’m yellin at these hoochies and I’m lookin for a party |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain’t no mo' |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' |