Afroman - Tall cans
Tekst :
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
[Chorus - repeat 4X]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
{say something in Spanish} 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
[Chrous]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus - speeds up at end] Afroman - Moonlight
Tekst :
over the moon is wher i ll be fillin my cup,
from a pot of tea
and in the end my life will send for you to be with me
in the night i will pray god i wish my love would stay
for me..for him.now theirs no direction in the wind.
im staring at the moon playing with the spoon that sits on the table
my tea is getting cold while i am getting old
i pray for the moon light to send me well wishes
coming from over the hill and bring me my true love
for ther i cannot be without him
i hope we will be together
through history and beyond
not even this pillow thet lays upon my bed will make me happy
if its not you then i shall not be happy
i dont feel my peace nor the content
i think my love for u has been bent its not what has been sent to me
now i shall leave this little world and be...
disolved into history....
Afroman - Graveyard shift
Tekst :
(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.)
Graveyard shift ain’t never dead. We got to work when people go to bed.
We got a tremendous work overload. The boss don’t care about the dress code.
So if your hair’s messed up, come on in. Nobody don’t care 3 o’clock in the morning.
I’m fantasizin’ about a six four, broke as hell moppin’ the floor.
I don’t know but I gots the hunch that it’s almost time for lunch.
Smokin’ cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies tellin’ lies about the women they got.
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke. Everybody’s laughin’ tryin’ to stay woke.
We takin’ it easy, though times are hard, pullin’ practical jokes on the security guard.
And if you come late, the boss won’t boot ya, standin’ ‘round talkin’ ‘bout the future.
Don’t even trip if you feel tired. Take a little nap, you won’t get fired.
Drink a little beer, smoke you a spliff, nobody cares on the graveyard shift.
Buc-wuci-wuci-wooci-woo. Buc-buc-buc-buci-buccooocc!
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me ‘Fro. I work at the neighborhood grocery store.
We actin’ crazy like a bunch of kids, playin’ frisbee with the trash can lids
When the bossman comes, baby, we don’t run. He’s a fool like us just tryin’ to have fun.
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder, play the radio just a little bit louder.
DJ playin’ that midnight mix. Dance contest on isle number 6.
Bumpin’ that old school 2-short rhyme. Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line.
You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild. If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle.
Graveyard shift, you just can’t beat it. If you get hungry, grab something and eat it.
Drinkin’ in the back with my home girl. The beer’s on the house from the Corporate World.
Act like a fool ‘til the break of dawn, yellin’ curse words on the intercom.
Drag racin’ with the fork lift. Nobody cares on the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
(Break it down, fellas.)
I never would work on daytime. Graveyard shift is my play time.
Daytime jobs are flaky. Daytime jobs are shaky.
Like Jello Gelatin, so I work graveyard shift like a skeleton.
An afro-classic is what I am. I drive to work without a traffic jam.
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother, always lookin’ out for each other.
Speak up fo’ ya like I know ya. If you come late, we’ll punch the clock fo’ ya.
We gots no money, but we gots pride. If you car breaks down, I’ll give you a ride.
Cause the Corporate World is oh, so cold to the people at the bottom of the totem pole.
Divided we fall, together we stand. What you need? Get it from the Afroman.
I’m not a thief, but I got the hook up for the bar-b-que ribs you wanna cook up.
And if you need somebody to get drunk with, call the homeboys from the graveyard shift.
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers strugglin’, strivin’, throbbin’, and thrivin’. )
Paaaaaaaaarty! (If the boss lookin’ for me…)On the graveyard shift. (…I’ll be in my car asleep.)
Paaaaaaaaarty! (Hey, so watch my back.) On the graveyard shift.
(Hey, cuz, tap on the window of something.)
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
Happiness is hard to find. Happiness is a state of mind.
It can’t be found in fame or wealth, it’s found real deep inside yourself.
Brothers, stop singin’ the blues, throw parties and bar-b-ques.
Don’t destroy your life, enjoy your life. Play with your kids and make love to your wife.
Drink a little beer, don’t smoke no crack, have a good time before Christ comes back.
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff. I’ll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.
(Hey, check this out loco.)
No dental plan. (Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!)
Said, no vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man don’t care. (Graveyard!)
Ain’t got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!)
Workin’ minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)
We gotta get over some kinda way.
Bucccoooc!