Because I Got High

It's like I don't care about nothing, man. 
 Roll another blunt. 
 (Yeah) (ooh) (ah) 
 (La da-da da-da-da, la da da-ah) (yeah, yeah) 
 (La-la la-da, la-la la-da, la-la la-da) (uh, yeah) 
 I was gonna clean my room until I got high (heh) (ooh) 
 I was gonna get up and find the broom, but then I got high (uh) (la-da-da da da da) 
 My room is still messed up, and I know why (why, man?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high 
 Because I got high 
 Because I got high 
 La-da-da da da-da da 
 I was gonna go to class before I got high (c'mon, y'all) (check it out) (uh) (ooh) 
 I could'a cheated and I could'a passed, but I got high (uh, uh) (la-da-da da da da) 
 I'm takin' it next semester, and I know why (why, man?) (ha ha ha, why?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high 
 Because I got high 
 Because I got high 
 (Go to the next one, go to the next one, go to the next one) (bwackaaa) (uh) 
 I was gonna go to work, but then I got high (uh) (heh heh) (ooh) 
 I just got a new promotion, but I got high (yeah) (uh) (la-da-da da da) 
 Now I'm sellin' dope, and I know why (why, man?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high 
 Because I got high 
 Because I got high 
 La-da-da da da da 
 I was gonna go to court before I got high (yeah) (uh) (ooh) 
 I was gonna pay my child support, but then I got high (no, you weren't) (yeah) (la-da-da da da) 
 They took my whole paycheck, and I know why (ah) (why, man?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high 
 Because I got high 
 Because I got high 
 La-da-da da da da 
 I wasn't gonna run from the cops, but I was high (uh) (I'm serious, man) (ooh) 
 I was gonna pull right over and stop, but I was high (uh) (la-da-da da da da) 
 Now I'm a paraplegic, and I know why (why, man?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high 
 Because I got high 
 Because I got high 
 La-da-da da da da 
 I was gonna pay my car note until I got high (say what, say what?) (ooh) 
 I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat, but then I got high (yeah) (uh, uh) (la-da-da da da da) 
 Now the tow truck's pullin' away, and I know why (why, man?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high 
 Because I got high 
 Because I got high 
 La-da-da da da da 
 I was gonna make love to you, but then I got high (ooh) (I'm serious) 
 I was gonna eat your pussy too, but then I got high (oh) (he trippin', he trippin') (la-da-da da da da) 
 Now I'm jackin' off, and I know why (ah) (turn this shit off, ha ha ha) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high (keep going) 
 Because I got high (hey, do that over) 
 Because I got high 
 La-da-da da da da 
 I messed up my entire life because I got high (go, go, go) (ooh) 
 I lost my kids and wife because I got high (yeah, uh) (say what, say what, say what, say what, say what?) (la-da-da da da da) 
 Now I'm sleepin' on the sidewalk, and I know why (why, man?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I got high 
 Because I got high 
 Because I got high 
 La-da-da da da da 
 I'mma stop singing this song because I'm high (raise the ceiling, baby, oh) (ooh) 
 I'm singing this whole thing wrong because I'm high (yeah, bring it back, bring it back) (la-da-da da da da) 
 And if I don't sell one copy, I'll know why (why, man?) (yeah-hey) 
 'Cause I'm high 
 'Cause I'm high 
 'Cause I'm high (are you really that high though, man?) 
 La la da da da da la da da da (he really is high, man) 
 Shoobe do be do wa skibitty do da da da la 
 Get jiggy with it scubbydooby wa 
 'Cause I'm high 
 'Cause I'm high 
 'Cause I'm high 
 Yo, my name is Afroman and I'm from East Palmdale (East Palmdale) 
 And all this jail weed I be smokin' is bomb as hell (excellent delivery) 
 I don't believe in Hitler, that's what I said, yes (oh my goodness) 
 So all of you skins (skins?), please, give me more head, muhwahahaha muh fuck 
 (Bwackaaa) Afro-mutha fuckin-m-a-n (m-a-nn) 
 A E I O U (a e I o u) and sometimes W (hahahahaha) 
 We ain't gonna sell none of these mutha fuckin' albums 'cause 
 Let's go back to Marshall Derby and hang some mo' chickens 'cause 
 Fuck it 
 Fuck the corporate world biatch

In Your Pussy

I got another one 
 What you call a hooker with a runny nose... fool 
 Hey you like that shit 
 When a hooker is young she uses vaseline 
 What she use when she gets old? 
 Polygrip 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Afroman I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against your ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Afroman palm dale cali get high desert 
 Any dope valley 
 When I was a boy I couldn't find a girl 
 Now I got women all over the world 
 Like Naughty Nancy from North Carolina 
 Back 'n' forth in her hot vagina 
 Is your pussy sore? 
 She said kinda... she came 
 People heard her screaming in China 
 Big Jug June down in Peru 
 Sucked me till my dick shrivelled up like a prune 
 10 minutes later my dicks high point 
 June smoked it like a joint 
 Your daughters fucked 
 You caught her yelling 
 I gotta rotate 
 In Cape Carteret 
 Doing the dime at the time 
 Drinking my jizz like colt 45 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Molly, Molly Blanchete 
 Licked my dick like a Jolly Rancher 
 Drove her home from (some place I dunno) 
 Stuck it in her pussy 'cause I ain't done 
 Country singers from Nashville 
 Shaking ass smoking grass fo real 
 Jumped in the van with the Dixie Chicks 
 Checked into motherfucking Motel 6 
 I flew Holly to Hollywood 
 Pulled out my wood nd fucked her good 
 Grandma Biggie from Ventura 
 Drunk ma jizz like insura 
 Dick sucker Sandy from San Diago 
 Wont let go my lego 
 So I Gave her my lego 
 Then I let go my egg o! 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 I fucked santa's wife in santa cruz 
 Took off her clothes left on the shoes 
 Bent her over stuffed her stocking 
 Right before I came I started BAKAWING! 
 Suck dick Sandy Sent Louis a pispo 
 Where's my brand just like nebisko 
 Suck my dick all the way to Frisco 
 Came in her face it looks like crisko 
 Tried to fuck a girl from France now 
 Baby said she was a lesbo 
 Unzipped ma pants pulled out ma wood 
 Took her manhood 
 I kept on Fucking she started cumming 
 I be damned she is a woman 
 She took off her pants and put on a dress 
 Got AFROMAN tattooed on her breast 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Rimjob Rena Reno Nevada 
 Took every inch of my inchelada 
 I don't gamble but I played her slot 
 Pulled her titties and hit the jackpot 
 Titanice tittes from toothesun 
 Gave her two daughters and two sons 
 Betty from Boston Massechusettes 
 Had a massive ass with two massive tits 
 I smoked some weed drunk some bacardi 
 Gave her my boston teabag party! 
 Connie connie from conneticut 
 Liked to jump into bed and giv me head 'n' shit 
 I gave rachel rachel from missouri 
 A facial facial until her sight was blurry 
 I fucked veronica from Vermont 
 Her sister her cousin her mum her aunt! 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass 
 Afroman 
 I'm in your pussy 
 Bumpin up against yer ass 
 With my left hand I'm rubbin up on your titties 
 With my right I'm smokin' grass

Ho Stopper

We in your pussy, We fuck slow, We pull it out then we make your ass blow. We never stare like a trick, we make the pussy come and pay for the dick. 
 We in your pussy, We fuck slow, We pull it out then we make your ass blow. We never stare like a trick, we make the pussy come and pay for the dick. 
 Ho stopping all over the world. I got something for your big mouth girl. Hydrolics on your neck and head. Hitting switches on my dick in bed. Go in the pussy, then I roar. You can't walk 'cause your pussy sore. Walk faster you ain't that fly. You caught a smelly pussy in the candy ride. 
 We in your pussy, We fuck slow, We pull it out then we make your ass blow. We never stare like a trick, we make the pussy come and pay for the dick. 
 We in your pussy, We fuck slow, We pull it out then we make your ass blow. We never stare like a trick, we make the pussy come and pay for the dick. 
 Don't wanna see you bitch. Unless you make me rich. Bring me a ton of cash. Before I whoop your ass. Keep your heads bobbin, keep your pussies popping. Afroman is back, we call it ho stopping. 
 We ho stopping, we ho ho stopping. We ho stopping we ho ho stopping, we ho stopping, we ho stopping, we ho ho stopping, we ho stopping we ho ho stopping. 
 Still low riding on 13's. Sagging khakis, sporting ghetto jeans. Color coordinate with my stars. Car jacking divas for their cars. You got tint on your ride. But it don't help I know who's inside. Ho stopping, losing my breath, fuck it to the right then back to the left. 
 We in your pussy, We fuck slow, We pull it out then we make your ass blow. We never stare like a trick, we make the pussy come and pay for the dick. 
 We in your pussy, We fuck slow, We pull it out then we make your ass blow. We never stare like a trick, we make the pussy come and pay for the dick. 
 This is for my gentlemen, chillin' in the penal ten. Irritated with a girl haters and players say oh. this is for the shitty no ass no titty. Stuck up sadity supposed to be pretty oh. Ima step back and pop her like a real ho stopper. Get them in you tees get them in you tees, you can't get them standing up get them on they knees say oh get them in you tees, get them in you tees, you can't get 'em standing up get your knees we ho stopping we ho ho stopping, we ho stopping we ho ho stopping we ho stopping we ho ho stopping.

She Won't Let Me Fuck

(Hey Sugar, how you doin'? Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude 
 What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?' Probly with your man. Can we fuck?) 
 She won't let me fuck 
 I really need to bust a nut 
 She won't let me fuck 
 I really need to bust a nut 
 (Hey, check this out) 
 It's so frustrating being a man, all these sexy women don't understand 
 Things we need to do, every other day or two 
 Like take you home baby, and make sweet love to you 
 But you, you won't let me fucc 
 She won't let me fuck. (You say the mood ain't right) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (I know that pussy's tight) 
 She won't let me fuck. (Give it to me, baby) 
 I really need to bust a nut 
 Her heart is still broken, (Poor baby.) her emotions are sore. (I know what you mean, girl) 
 She is trying to recover from the man before. (Hey, that's my homeboy, 'cause) 
 Her ex-boyfriend, (Who, Jermaine?) he probly can't see (shake that ass) 
 That it was easy for him (uh, say what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?) 
 'Cause she, she won't let me fucc 
 She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (You know just what I need) 
 She won't let me fuck. (Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (you smokin' all my weed) 
 You rub your ass against me on the disco floor. (shake that ass) 
 I asked you for your number and you said 'Hell no' 
 (That's all right. Hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there, 'cause) 
 You always hang around me everyday. Different women wanna kick it, but you scare them away 
 Now I get offended when you come around, 'cause I'm tired of my organs 
 (Your organs?) going up and down. That sucks, 'cause she won't let me fucc 
 She won't let me fuck. (Aw, give it to me baby, give it to me honey) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (Don't play with my head again) 
 She won't let me fuck. (Let me hit it baby, let me hit it baby) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (Are you a lesbian?) 
 Oh, let me lick it baby. Let me stick it honey. Buccoooc 
 I'll give you my money 
 Girl, you can have it all. Go ahead and have a ball 
 If you want, you can take them both, baby 
 In the year 2000 I see thousands of pretty young women I find arousin' 
 Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin', many different ways they keep their hair styles and 
 Full of boredom, I walk toward 'em, get 'em close to me 'cause I'm supposed to be 
 Male aggressor, female impresser. Say the right things, possibly undress her 
 But that's the post game, this is still the pre-game 
 Silly woman She-game. Baby, what's your name? 
 Even though I'm a freak, I play it off like a college geek, crack a smile and politely speak 
 With intellect to the woman I select, hoping that she won't detect 
 My egotistical chauvinistical lust I thrust till I scream like Mystical 
 The wrong message I hope I'm not sending. Laughing and pretending my dick's not extending 
 Can't be overzealous, she might discover. She's walkin' away, (Biatch!) blew my cover 
 She won't let me fuck. (You know I love you) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (Please don't change the subject) 
 She won't let me fuck. (We coulda fucked all night long) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (but, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong) 
 She won't let me fuck. (Girl you got a lot to give) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (You dress, you dress, so provocative) 
 She won't let me fuck. (I can see your lingerie, from real far away) 
 I really need to bust a nut. (Bitch, you must think I'm gay) 
 Don't make me beg. Baby, let me rub your leg 
 Don't make me cry. Look into my eye 
 Girl, you damn pretty. Stop actin' so, _? Put some oil on your titt 
 Hey, man, I'm up outta here. She don't wanna fuck

Jumped Up G'd Up

Jumped up G'd Up, 
 Lit the fuckin' weed up, 
 Push Down the Gas pedal, 
 Cadillac speed up x4 
 Afroman Caravan, travel all across the land, 
 Getting people fucked up drunk high yup yup, 
 Ladies in the house tonight let's get high as a kite, 
 Dance to the music bang and abuse it, 
 Music to satisfy, music to gratify, 
 Will you get mad if I rub you on ur ass and thigh, 
 Pull your body close to me that's where you supposed to be, 
 All day all night get it right keep it tight, 
 Fellas in the house tonight give your homeboy a light, 
 Imma pass around the blunt imma get your head right, 
 Imma keep the party live drink colt 45, 
 Everybody walkin' home cops wont let nobody drive, 
 Your girlfriend I'm takin' out she talkin' about makin' out, 
 When you get drunk and high your punk ass be flakin out, 
 That's why be brakin out butt cheeks shakin out, 
 I said I had to cum she don't want me to take it out, 
 Jumped up G'd Up, 
 Lit the fuckin' weed up, 
 Push Down the Gas pedal, 
 Cadillac speed up x4 
 Afroman everywhere, marijuana in the air, 
 If you drunk if you high scream out hell yeah, 
 Always have a good time always bust a good rhyme, 
 Always drink colt 45 always smoke a fat dime, 
 Get the party drunk and high hands up in the sky, 
 Everyday I live like this imma party till I die, 
 Afroman comin' back with yo woman in my lap, 
 Dancin to my brand new track damn its time to make a stack, 
 Can't wait on the corporate world, gotta feed my baby girl, 
 Thank god for the internet how much money can I get, 
 Afroman music dot com make my money cool and calm, 
 Keep makin' music till I'm in heaven with dad and mom, 
 But right now I'm still on earth milkin it for what its worth, 
 East side palmdale is my turf, coupe deville is what I serve, 
 Make these hits one by one your favourite rapper till I'm done, 
 Ain't no one like afroman, smoke some weed, be my fan, 
 Jumped up G'd Up, 
 Lit the fuckin' weed up, 
 Push Down the Gas pedal, 
 Cadillac speed up x4 
 Hungry hustler afroman palmdale pimp ho bitch can't stand, 
 Twenty houses fifty cars stacy adams all star, 
 Shining like chrome ds bringin' home all the cheese, 
 Black white Japanese ladies down on your knees, 
 I don't gamble take a chance end up in a circumstance, 
 I work hard and hold on to it if I can then you can do it, 
 By myself is how I hang make my money and do my thang, 
 No more drama in my life don't come around my kids and wife, 
 Mike joby mike joby colt 45 and oh ee any dope valley o-g 
 At the party blowin' on my hoe-zee 
 Af-Ro Sama-Bin-Smokin' Pussy pokin and hundred spoken 
 Jumped up G'd Up, 
 Lit the fuckin' weed up, 
 Push Down the Gas pedal, 
 Cadillac speed up x4

The American Dream

Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech. 
 Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites, 
 Allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman. 
 I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me 
 By placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream. 
 Surrounded by drugs, 
 Jeopardized my life by living around thugs, 
 But I'm still the American Dream. 
 Kicked outta Palmdale High School 
 Because I was considered a distraction to the educational process. 
 I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system, 
 And I'm still the American Dream. 
 Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole; 
 Hopped outta prison as a bull frog, 
 But I'm still the American Dream. 
 The most rejected, disrespected, 
 When I went for a job I was never selected, 
 But I am still the American Dream. 
 And right about now, 
 I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin', 
 Wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin', 
 Coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character 
 With such flagrant slanderousity, 
 But I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism, 
 And all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation, 
 And I am still the American Dream. 
 Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. 
 I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see. 
 There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me. 
 Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother, 
 But you are still the American Dream. 
 The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be, 
 But you are still the American Dream. 
 Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller, 
 With 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream. 
 Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch 
 And didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream. 
 Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man, 
 The Mexican, and even poor white, 
 All human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future, 
 Follow me as we journey through the Red Sea, 
 'Cause I have been to the mountain top, 
 I've seen the Promised Land, 
 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category. 
 My mind has been delivered. 
 My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery. 
 I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test, 
 I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc! 
 A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high

American Dream

Yes! Yes! Thank you for inviting me here for my final speech. 
 Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites, 
 Allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman. 
 I am the American Dream. Even though the government tried to experiment with me 
 By placing me in the projects, I'm still the American Dream. 
 Surrounded by drugs, 
 Jeopardized my life by living around thugs, 
 But I'm still the American Dream. 
 Kicked outta Palmdale High School 
 Because I was considered a distraction to the educational process. 
 I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system, 
 And I'm still the American Dream. 
 Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole; 
 Hopped outta prison as a bull frog, 
 But I'm still the American Dream. 
 The most rejected, disrespected, 
 When I went for a job I was never selected, 
 But I am still the American Dream. 
 And right about now, 
 I find it quite serendipitous to see that all of you some-timin', 
 Wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin', 
 Coniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst to persecute my character 
 With such flagrant slanderousity, 
 But I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism, 
 And all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation, 
 And I am still the American Dream. 
 Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. 
 I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see. 
 There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me. 
 Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother, 
 But you are still the American Dream. 
 The lady next to you, yes. Your breasts may not be as big as men think they should be, 
 But you are still the American Dream. 
 Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller, 
 With 20 inch blades on the impala, but you are still the American Dream. 
 Young man right here, you may have spent all your money on a hood rat bitch 
 And didn't get no pussy last night, but you are still the American Dream. 
 Yes sir, I am just like Ham. I'm for the black man, 
 The Mexican, and even poor white, 
 All human beings that have no rights. So put down your past, pick up your future, 
 Follow me as we journey through the Red Sea, 
 'Cause I have been to the mountain top, 
 I've seen the Promised Land, 
 Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Underground Category. 
 My mind has been delivered. 
 My spirit has been reinstated from the Corporate World's modern-day slavery. 
 I've been emancipated. Free at last! Free at last! Fuck a drug test, 
 I'm fittin' to roll some grass. Love, peace, and Afro grease, Fro-ever! Buccooocc! 
 A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. 'Cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high, 'cause I'm high.

Crazy Rap

(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it. It was this blind man, right? 
 Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right? 
 He was feelin' his way down the street with this stick, right? 
 Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm sayin'? 
 He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said, 
 Woo, good morning, ladies. 
 You like that shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit, man. 
 I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool on the drums, 
 Everybody just crowd around the mic, I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes. 
 But first, I'ma start it off like this. Hey, help me sing it, homeboy.) 
 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 burns we can take our turns, 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. 
 So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville. 
 If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will. 
 Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside Palmdale. 
 When the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale. 
 Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan. 
 I let her ride in my Caddy 'cause I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan. 
 We fucked on the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I grew a fuckin' afro. 
 Then I fucked to the left, fucked to the right. She sucked my dick till the shit turned white. 
 I thought to myself, Sheba, Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA! 
 I pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet. 
 I ran. I jumped out the back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a 2 x 4. 
 Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all night. 
 But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad, that's the best damn pussy I ever had. 
 I got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that bitch just one more time. 
 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 burns we can take our turns, 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. 
 So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville. 
 If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will. 
 I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair, but damn she looked good. 
 I took her to my house, 'cause she was fine, but she whipped 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. I met a woman in the heart of Australia. 
 Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo. 
 See, I met this woman from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aiiiiieeee! 
 Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch. 
 Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you just fuck me. 
 I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices. 
 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 burns we can take our turns, 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. 
 I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were filled with Hennesy. 
 That country music nearly 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 till I fuck that bitch again. 
 Met a real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her till 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 cross 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'ma cry when she gets deported. 
 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 burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty rap songs 
 Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong. 
 Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck, but the pussy just ain't no good? (SAY WHAT?) 
 And then you're getting' upset cause you can't get her wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood? 
 So you try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes her so long to come (SAY WHAT?) 
 Then a dude walks in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you where you from? (Where you from, man?) 
 So you wipe your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't bang.), you start talkin' real fast. 
 But he's already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he starts beatin' on your ass. 
 Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard but now it's soft. (WHUT?) 
 You thought you had a girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go jack off. 
 Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need. 
 We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumbleweed. 
 (Fade out)

Pimpin' Pennsylvania

Afromans pimpin' Pennsylvania. 
 If you don't know how to suck, I'll train ya. 
 Flyin down the 76 like a 76er. 
 Between the turn table keep the Colt 45 in the mixer.) 
 Chillin' With My girl in Pittsburgh 
 Fuckin' her tits whiles I hit the herb 
 Fucking her friend in State College. 
 No degree, just ghetto knowledge 
 She's from Penn State 
 I'm from the State penn 
 I'm afro mutherfuckin M A N 
 Getting licked by a girl in Lancaster. 
 Leavin' her face a complete disaster 
 Pots Town, Weeds Ville. 
 Pennsylvania getin high for real 
 Betty with the Gettysburg Address 
 I raised her dress and left a mess 
 This girl from Altoona 
 I opened her legs, it was all tuna 
 I met this girl from Clearfield 
 When the coast was clear, I fucked her in the field 
 Just up in the city of brotherly love. 
 What a bunch of Faggots 
 I'm just playin' damn 
 You know I like Randall Cunningham 
 Dr. J, Charles Barkley, 
 Iverson, I ain't done 
 The Fresh Prince, Jazzy Jeff 
 Schooly D, smokin' blunts to death 
 So Dr. J, fuck that J 
 Roll me a Philly for the city of Philly 
 We used to be boys but we turned them in with the munchies 
 Eatin Philly Cheese steak again 
 Who's that smoking by the liberty Bell? 
 It's Afroman from East Palmdale 
 Signing the declaration of independence from our dependence. 
 Lauren, from the city of Warren told me I was boring 
 I pimp slapped Lauren now I got Lauren out there whoren 
 Met this girl form Grove City, as I drove, she flashed her titties 
 I dropped her off in Clarion, Slapped her on her ass, said carry on 
 Took my hoes to Johnstown, they jumped out the car, sucked the Johns down 
 Fucked this girl, form Kittaning, while she was in the backyard tanning. 
 Met this girl form Chevy Chase Heights, my dick takes frequent flights in her pussy and around the globe. 
 Back to Latrobe, fuckin' in a Ford Probe 
 Winter time, feeling leery, van broke down right by Lake Erie 
 Met a little girl in Mill Creek, put my cold hand on her warm butt cheek 
 Got a motel up 79, turned on the heat and everything was fine 
 My van got (indc) in Quarry 
 While I fucked the receptionist Laurie 
 Did a show that night in Titusville 
 Afro is the tightest and that's for real 
 I know why the call it Oil City, 
 All the women like oil on their tittys 
 I met a new girl in New Castle 
 Nothin' feels better than a brand new asshole 
 Virgin girl, from St. Marry, 
 Afroman poppin' that cherry. 
 Summer, from Somerset 
 In the wintertime she's still wet 
 I met a rich lady in Buter, 
 I said, I'm Afroman, your new butler

Late At Night

LATE AT NIGHT by AFROMAN (BACAAAAAA) 
 Check out this beat mayn 
 (Talkin') 
 Late at niiiight I wonder and I roam 
 I feel so goood I don't wanna go home 
 ?(Clap)? and snaps (?(clap)? and snaps) 
 Taking laps around the hood 
 Play my musiiic 
 'Cause it makes me feel real good 
 (Talking) 
 (Vocalizing) 
 '83 coup guess who in it? 
 Gettin' searched by da cops ev'ry 35 minutes 
 Hope I get sum pussy while I'm drunk and high 
 Befo I fuck around 'n' catch a DUI 
 Hungry Hustla Hattiesburgundy 
 Drink till my eyes turn burgundy 
 The ?(butt)? hit the beer n I started to buzz 
 In da middle of da street danm 'cause (danm 'cause) 
 Crazii is wat I drive you 
 If you work at da drive through 
 'Cause we been smokin' weed in da country 
 Babii we got da munchies 
 But now days I'm polite 'n' not rude 
 'Cause I don want babii grl to spit in my food 
 How y'all doin'?... All right... thank you very much ... uh good night 
 Row up da INdo 
 Row down da window 
 Let da wind hit my face 
 While I hit da weed... bump da bass 
 Swerve to da spot where my homeboiz meet 
 Messin up traffic in da middle of da street 
 The rest kickin back in da sidewalk 
 I floss my ride 'n' glide like a hawk 
 I drive real fast then I STOOOOP 
 Park against da curb hit da switch 'n' DROOOOP 
 I put ?(southern compton)? in my CUUUP 
 Hop in my cadilac 'n' pop back UUUp 
 Roll out bumpin wut I just made 
 Still on a mission thryna get laid 
 The more you drink da better I sound 
 Go to da bar buy another round 
 (CHOURUS) Till end

Fun In Washington

I always have fun in washington (washington) 
 Dancin from the evening till the moning sun (oww) 
 It's your northwest partner (ey) afroman (afroman) 
 I come back and visit ev'ry chance I can (bucccoc) 
 Angela from washington washed my dick and balls with her tonge 
 She liked to wallawalla in wallawalla first I make her holler then I make her swalla 
 I got jane from shpokeain hoked on my dick like rock-cocain 
 Sleepless I seatale wake 'n' bake take my rattle snake 
 Flylin' in your pussy like a sea hawk 
 I grab you by the sholders then I hit the sea walk uhhhggggg 
 I'm not a dick but I went to chainy 
 Pulled out my dick and got some brain I had' 
 A rich girl in kettel falls liking on my ghetto balls 
 Met a fat girl in kinnywit pullee out my long black skinny dick 
 Fine lady cop from ukiema she had the coffe I had the cream'a 
 I always have fun in washington (washington) 
 Dancin from the evening till the moning sun (oww) 
 T's your northwest partner (who?) afroman (afroman) 
 I come back and visit ev'ry chance I can (hyeeeee) 
 Got a blowjob in tawpinish just don't stop till ya finished 
 Took a ride to the sunny side to the money and ride fro daddy that's right 
 Prosses a girl in the city of prosses kind'a found out she's a salad tosser (slurpping sound) 
 Met this girl from oralvile she gave me oral with oral skill 
 Met this girl from omac we went to the park and we got toe back 
 Couldent tell a tale, I had to take a bath in soap lake uhggg 
 Met this girl in the city of wheller rode dat ass like an eighteen wheller 
 All the way to co-fax bummpin' cold track making cold stacks 
 I always have fun in washington (washington) 
 Dancin from the evening till the moning sun (morning sun) 
 It's your northwest partner (aaa) afroman 
 (Afroman) I come back and visit ev'ry chance I can (aaumuumumum)

Smokin' Weed

I fucked this girl in Talahassee, 
 Doggie style so I named her Lassie. 
 Came on her, florida state clothes, 
 Filled up all her semen holes. 
 Fucked this girl from purdue, 
 Came in her hair, fucked up her doo. 
 She was cryin, like tammy faye baker, 
 Her pussy got hotter than a boiler maker. 
 Met Santa's daughter in Baton Rouge, 
 Fucked up Christmas like Mr. Scrooge. 
 Dropped her off at LSU 
 Smoked all her weed, drank all her brew. 
 Fucked George Bush daughter in Dallas, Texas, 
 Rode that ass just like a Lexus. 
 Fucked her again in ft. worth 
 Stuck my dick in her pussy and I started to surf. 
 Colt 45, Afroman, 
 Tryin' to get all the pussy that I can. 
 To the cross country in my Afro van, 
 Smokin' weed 
 2X 
 I priced this hooker in Ohio 
 I said, Bitch, you too high Ho. 
 I got a cheaper ho in Cincinnati, 
 Fucked her in the back of my 83 Caddy 
 Broker as hell smokin' Newport singles, 
 Came in her ass and said "Fuck the Bengals" 
 (Afroman rant) 
 Smokin' weed! 
 Smokin' weed, State-to-State 
 Beer and munchies got me gaining weight. 
 Missionary style in chilla coffee 
 Little mamma said, "would you please get off me" 
 Beatutiful girl, Iowa City, 
 Roll a blunt fatter than a big fat titty. 
 She sucked my dick, while she held my thighs, 
 I came in her Iowa Hawk-"Eyes". 
 My dick went BOING in Des Moines, 
 Going going go-Buckaw! 
 Smokin' weed! 
 Oklahoma, Smoke-lahoma, 
 Buffalo, Puff-alo, 
 Fort Smith, Fort Spliff 
 Smokin' weed 
 Starkville, Sparks-ville 
 Huntsville, Blunts-ville 
 Mississippi, Missi-hippie 
 Alabama, Ala-grama 
 Hattysburg, Hattys-herb 
 Burmingham, Burning-ham 
 Smokin' weed 
 North Dakota, North De Quota 
 South Dakota, South De Quota 
 I ran out of rhymes, but I'm... 
 Smokin' weed

After The Party's Over

After the party's over can I smoke a blunt with you? 
 After we smoke a blunt can I stick it in your pussy too? 
 After the party's over can I smoke a blunt with you? 
 After we smoke a blunt can I stick it in your pussy too?

Same with cypress hill:

Pigs

...Boulevard, (garbled) in the building next to the location. 
 Suspects are seen climbing out of both windows. Male hispanic, 
 and a possible male black. 
 They have their vehic' er van parked outside... 
 This pig harassed the whole neighborhood 
 Well this pig worked at the station 
 This pig he killed my Homeboy 
 So the fuckin' pig went on a vacation 
 This pig he is the chief 
 He's got a brother pig Captain O'Malley 
 He's got a son that's a pig too 
 He's collectin' pay-offs from a dark alley 
 This pig is known as a Narco 
 If he's a pig or not, we know that he could be 
 This pig he's a fuckin' fag 
 So all his homepigs they call him a pussy 
 Well this pig, he's really cool 
 So in this class we know he rides all alone 
 Well this pig's standin' eatin' donuts 
 While some motherfuckers out robbin' your home 
 This pig he's a big punk 
 And I know that he can't stand the sight of me 
 'Cause pigs don't like it when ya act smart 
 And when ya tell 'em that you're a group from society 
 This pig works for the mafia 
 Makin' some money off crack 
 But this little pig got caught 
 So when he gets to the pen it's all about the payback 
 'Cause once he gets to the Pen 
 They won't provide the little pig with a bulletproof vest 
 To protect him from some mad nigga 
 Who he shot in the chest and placed under arrest 
 An' it's all about breakin' off sausage 
 Do ya feel sorry for the poor little swine? 
 Niggas wanna do him in the ass 
 Just to pay his ass back, so they're standin' in line 
 That fuckin' pig 
 Look what he got himself into 
 Now they're gonna make some pigs feet outta this little punk 
 Anybody like pork-chops? 
 How 'bout a ham sandwich? 
 How 'bout a ham sandwich?

What's Your Number?

Let's go! 
 I met her at the club, her friend liked me but she didn't. 
 She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits. 
 She didn't want to be one of those ho's whose clothes 
 Exploiting their body's from head to toes. She had glossy lips, 
 She was swaying her hips on the dance floor and every nigga's 
 Flashing the grips trying to impress her in vain, 
 She gave no play, Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way. 
 I thought to myself let it go the girl on beat, 
 But like Smoky said she really had a hold on me. 
 I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her. 
 Voices in my head said she's tantalizing ya. Even if I 
 Moved to the other side of the party I had pictures in my 
 Head of her moving that body. I was beside myself with conquer 
 Pain so I slowly walked over and I asked her name 
 What's your name? What's your number? 
 I would like to get to know you, 
 Can we have a conversation? 
 The night is young, Girl 
 Give me a chance 
 She gave a smile but I got no answer though it took a while 
 Before she could gave a chance she sat too cool. I offered her 
 A drink she turned me down flat she said If you want my name 
 You gotta do better than that. I said, Okay, now your shit 
 Don't stink, I'ma walk away, only tried to buy you a drink. 
 As I began to walk away she said I'm sorry for reals, but every 
 Guy in the club tries slipping me pills, I don't trust that each 
 And everyone would lie to you I said I understand but that's 
 Not what I tried to do, I wasn't even gonna go to your table but 
 If I didn't, I knew that I'd regret it later. I go after what I 
 Want but I got class. For me no need to slip a pill if I want. 
 She gave me a funny look, I couldn't tell what it meant. She let 
 Her guard down and on the conversation went 
 What's your name? What's your number? 
 I would like to get to know you, 
 Can we have a conversation? 
 The night is young, Girl 
 Give me a chance 
 Lets go! 
 She said: I want a man with the plan and ambition, not an immature nigger 
 On a pussy-hit mission. I'm too good for that, I've got so much to offer. 
 Got a good job, working at my mom and dad's law firm. You got 
 Goals? that's what she asked, Yeah, I want to fill my home with 
 Platinum plaques. It takes hard work but you know it's coming 
 After. She said Oh My God! You must be a famous rapper. I do 
 All right, but I'm never satisfied. I'm told 'when you still love 
 What you do it never gets old'. I strive for more but that's enough 
 About me. Why don't we skip out the club, take a walk on the street? 
 We slipped outta the club with no worries, seemed she wanted to get 
 Out in a hurry. We hung all night, and we lost our friends... till 
 They caught us banging in the back of a Benz. 
 What's your name? What's your number? 
 I would like to get to know you, 
 Can we have a conversation? 
 The night is young, Girl 
 Give me a chance 
 Let's go!

Cisco Kid

(Feat. Redman, Method Man and War) 
 We gonna get you high (*whispered in background 6 times*) 
 Let's get high (*whispered in background 2 times*) 
 (B-Real) 
 I flow rhymes off just like weed in your chest 
 Think you got endo, hold your breath 
 Spittin' on the track with Red and Meth 
 Holdin' up a fat, when you smoke a cassette 
 Or CDs, we bees the ones with the Ouija's 
 Spread it on the arm, come on believe me 
 Look who it is, it's the funky feel 
 Smokin' assassin from Cypress Hill 
 We think she's just resonated? 
 Fillin my brain till it's saturated 
 When you get the crushed weed and cultivate it 
 Give it to the hoes who love to hate it 
 Cause blunts get filled like Hershey Highways 
 I don't give a fuck who sits where I blaze 
 Chillin' at the rainbow high and faded 
 You saving that bump (??), then isolate it 
 (Method Man) 
 Is there a Doctor in the house? 
 We like fuck that, nut sacks in your mouth 
 Lemme show you what a thug about 
 We can talk or we can slug it out 
 Better yet, you can bark like a bitch when I thug it out 
 There it is, a better a kid, ahead of his 
 Time to settle this, like men 
 I'm pipin hot, exciting 
 Right in the gym or hype in them, all right then 
 All day I drink and smoke 
 Shell toe with ankles in ya both 
 Cent, five cents, ten cents, dollar 
 Rocwilder blend the track and getting hotter 
 Ask your boy, now pass your boy something to smoke 
 Cause you have had nothing to throat, swallow 
 Bang the track, bring your bat 
 Ain't too many that can hang with that 
 So why bother 
 Cisco Kid was a friend of mine 
 Hell yeah 
 Cisco Kid was a friend of mine 
 Hell yeah 
 He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine 
 Hell yeah 
 He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine 
 Hell yeah 
 (Cypress Hill) 
 Yeah, send all, and fall back 
 And who wrote on this track 
 I don't really give a fuck 
 Put the pen down lets toss them up 
 Soul assassins, Latin thugs 
 Whole damn world know about us 
 Rhymes we kick and weed we pour 
 Get tus vatos all fucked up 
 And sing along to my get high song 
 Had you choking off of four foot bong 
 Cypress Hill and weed, can't go wrong 
 Keep you smoking like Cheech and Chong 
 (Redman) 
 Yo, call me that Doctor 
 P-Funk or chronic blower 
 Pussy smoker, strap toker, back broker 
 Hash burns in your pull out sofa 
 This is my brain on drugs 
 Move out my way 'cause, 'cause I might run you over 
 Bitches bounce your titties 
 I bounce with a pump shotgun 
 Look out, the highest man in the world 
 Walkin' off with my hand on your girl 
 Can't drink and can't stand in the world 
 Niggas, two puffs and then pass me the L 
 What you talking about I'm not high enough to start that party 
 Triple beater enter the stage with a gauge 
 Don't shoot nobody 
 What you ain't high enough? 
 Do I gotta jump out there and tie you up? 
 Strap a bomb to your mouth 
 Till you wired up 
 Till the Park Ranger call the Firetruck 
 And said "Hey motherfucker, what you be smoking on?" 
 I said "Hey motherfucker, why do you want some?" 
 Yo, yo, give me the gun, we don't need to fight 
 Hold that blunt, I'll give you a light 
 Don't no nigga want to die tonight 
 With all this weed, get high tonight... BITCH! 
 Chorus 2 times

Light Another

Are you ready? 
 Yo light one, ignite one, draw me like the buddha 
 You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda 
 Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors 
 Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard 
 Dwellin your cells up, lungs start to swell up 
 Your pipe's gettin crowded, yo just forget about it 
 Me, is potent, so bring an opponent 
 You could suck on it, shit I know you wanted to 
 Feel the effects of the high 
 I know you feel the effects of the high 
 Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? 
 B-Real, light another 
 I'm smoked out, not on a menthol cigarette 
 How could you figure, or even, consider that 
 I'm, a weak seed, no, I'm the humble weed 
 Now feed it to me, hash spliff this tweed 
 Actin type of stylin, how do you spell it 
 Take a hit from outta New York into Phillie 
 Hit some Visine, so the smoke can let out 
 Now do you really think you can take the red out and 
 Feel the effects of the high 
 I know you feel the effects of the high 
 Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? 
 B-Real, light another 
 Spliff, aiyya, get off, vaya 
 Why ya, want ta, turn off the fire 
 You can't get higher, when you turn me off and 
 .. aiyyo, pussy stop coughin 
 You're wastin the lingo, soon all the sack's gone 
 He'll take this bounty rhyme for you to stack on 
 Anyway you have it, you love me like Mary Jane 
 Or a 40 to the head, like my brother Kenny Wayne 
 You need to inhale, musical paraphen' 
 Yes musical, Muggs fixed the trend 
 Ahhh, just like a head 
 Brain cells get lit, but I'm the joint you can't grip 
 Through, your finger, I'll start to sting ya 
 So just hear my words linger and 
 Feel the effects of the high 
 I know you feel the effects of the high 
 Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? 
 Yo Muggs, light another! 
 Put me in the bamboo with just a tape deck 
 ? like brother, rewinds the cassette 
 Was it, because it's funky that ya loves it? 
 (Yeah man) 
 Here's another lyric, go puff it 
 Don't choke off the hype or croak off 
 When you blow the smoke off, hold until I get off 
 or turn off the fat joint, wanna hit that joint 
 Here is the flat point, I rob it at gun point 
 I'm the High Times, you get through my rhymes 
 Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline 
 You gotta suck on, the fattie so come on and 
 Feel the effects of the high 
 I know you feel the effects of the high 
 Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? 
 I'll just, light another 
 Feel the effects of the high 
 I know you feel the effects of the high 
 Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? 
 Yo, light another 
 You wanna feel the effects of the high? 
 You wanna feel the effects of the high? 
 Wanna feel the effects of the high, brother? 
 Aiyyo, light another 
 You wanna feel the effects of the high? 
 Can you feel the effects of the high? Can you feel it? 
 I feel the effects of the high, yo can you feel it? 
 Yo light that motherfucker up man 
 I know you feel it

Born To Get Busy

Born to get busy, born to get busy baby 
 Born to get busy, born to get busy baby 
 I'm the the stiff and I do get nice 
 Up the pussy when we in the same party, what 
 We can do this bro, we can't be maxin' 
 The figures is useless, unless we're taxin' 
 This is a perfection and my tribe's the cash dump 
 Known as a musician, imitator act up 
 Nobody's kid brother, that means I'm up for this task 
 And I set out from the beginning to kick a little scratch 
 Using modern technique, I place a beat in a rap 
 I went to learn acquire knowledge of a scholar went to college, all 
 Comes very handy when it comes to pushin shovin and stuff 
 Then ask who is he though, I'm not the sissy 
 I'm stiff to neutral brother 
 And I'm born to get busy 
 Let us start to freak you and we'll make you feel alright 
 When you come to Cypress HIll make sure that you're down with the tribe 
 'Cause we're born to get busy, born to get busy baby 
 Born to get busy, born to get busy baby 
 Born to get busy, born to get busy baby 
 Born to get busy, born to get busy baby 
 B-b-b-b-busy! 
 As I stroll the ever ways of the buddha masters 
 As I smoke my joint I feel one with the earth 
 But a brother like me keeps on walkin' to get to the next sign 
 Then blaze the next joint 
 *short pause, then outro comes on over "Stoned" instrumental* 
 The, physical effects of marijuana 
 The first sensations may be felt instantly after having smoked grass 
 or an hour after having eaten 
 Usually, they creep slowly into this stoned condition 
 Inch by inch, sliding upward, but to beatnik 
 The effects may come upon you, suddenly, and startle you full force 
 (The, physical effects of marijuana) 
 (There are four basic types of marijuana) 
 Pyschologically, sometimes the early psychological stages 
 coincide with the early physical stages experienced while stoned 
 The famous "mind expansion" comes after the famous physical sensation 
 Grass, heightens and distorts 
 For example, profound revelations 
 You may THINK you have profound revelations, only to discover... 
 *music and fade obscure final words*

Real Estate

You'll waste time to hurt her, sorta like murder 
 A duck with the public's favorite rhyme order 
 I ain't no waiter or hater of a spectator 
 (kill em B-Real) 
 Seekin to find the toys, with no flavor 
 See I'm talkin about those whose vocals ain't comin' off 
 A skill to kill at will, but awfully dumb of course 
 Some go nut, the power of the last one 
 Slower, flower, blower 
 Those who ain't pros I wet my stupid radio 
 'cause who needs a G when you listen to the vocal 
 I'm not a loco but I'm lookin just til punk go OHH 
 Now you can't see I'm real great? 
 Check out the story to the glory of the real estate 
 All these motherfuckers that wanna run up on the Hill 
 Step off! You know why? 
 This shit is all about BOO-YAA 'cause I said step off! 
 This is the crime you find you're not an exponent 
 Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it 
 Now you're wishin, fishin you could do this 
 But on the strength, yo, I think you knew this 
 Was just like a dream, when you supreme, the king 
 Of a minor league team 
 All for 47, swung ? eleven 
 Got hit with a pitch like a bitch and went to heaven 
 Weak ducks, duckin and buckin' 
 Sayin FUKKIT, ain't worth damn pay the ducats 
 From my public, my favorite subject, I loves it 
 So go 'head, talk your punk shit 
 Suckers, you're nuttin, fire like a jock smoker 
 Crack smoker, can we adjust we choker 
 Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? 
 Check out the story to the glory of the real estate 
 Heh heh heh, another soft pussy motherfucker 
 Another fly verse 
 Straight from the deficit 
 Another scripture of B-Real 
 Yeah.. get funky, Real 
 This is the Lower Eastside of things 
 YouknowhatI'msayin? Cypress Hill 
 You ain't flamboyant, a toy boy on it 
 Ain't paid a plot, for un-em-b-boyment 
 I won't cause yo I got a lot of what I gotcha 
 Plus I taught ya, the beat on the top of 
 Everything you know, still you can't do no 
 Damage or duel though aiyyo, 'cause our crew now 
 The Real is the beist, sport and you can see this 
 G-ness dialogue, of the real skiers 
 I ain't nuttin like a joke, get stoned, get smoked 
 and choke off, the hypes I cook off 
 The dialectic, funk-elistic 
 Chew slower or become another statistic 
 Ohh, now you can't see I'm real great? 
 Check out the story to the glory of the real estate 
 Yo I told you to keep down brother 
 The motherfuckers just don't learn nothin G 
 Wake up Hill 
 They gotta keep goin back to the old school 
 So they keep goin out 
 Cause they're just not Real 
 Ha yeah that's right fool 
 Yes the master pass, kick your ass 
 And feel combustion for the dope blast 
 'Cause you're steppin on my property, get off it G 
 Get caught up, then you get shot up 
 See, violators will be prosecuted 
 By the reputed, undisputed, Cypress zooted 
 Not so, no there's no sellout 
 You ain't got enough duckets to shell out 
 Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great 
 Check out the story to the glory of the real estate 
 Yeah, roaches come in but they don't come out G 
 Don't come on the Hill 
 That's right 
 Get off the Real Estate 
 Get off the Real Estate 
 Get off the Real Estate 
 Get off the Real Estate

I Remember That Freak Bitch (From The Club) / Interlude, Part 2

(Feat. Barron Ricks) 
 Aiy-yo! 
 (B-Real) 
 I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs 
 The Victoria's Secret, she give love 
 No matter which way you keep it 
 You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it 
 (You get the gloves bitch!) 
 I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit 
 Had it all goin' on, but it didn't mean shit 
 She wanted to be a star, with big cars 
 And all the fame that came my way I gotta say 
 That she was all that, and a bag of indo 
 With no seed, such a delightful weed 
 I wish she was still around but, no she's gone 
 I guess she got blessed and she got put on 
 Aiyyo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the 
 Bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ran 
 Had all the holy books, and notes to get still 
 I never met another dealer with that appeal 
 With those electric eyes, hypnotized 
 Any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye 
 (Barron Ricks) 
 Bee eyes, bouncin' five deep, clicked of innocence 
 Hangin' with friends, all under surveillance from the government 
 While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewin on ice 
 Meditatin with her camp, gettin' damp 
 She's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance 
 She got her fuckin' clit pierced, chained to her anus 
 Professional for wettin niggaz up, suck 'em first 
 Till they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut 
 Right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one 
 Suck a niggaz dick for fun, holdin' guns in her buns 
 Type of chick tell you 'fuck me in the ass' talkin' shit 
 While she goin' WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA on your dick 
 (B-Real) 
 I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs 
 The Victoria's Secret, she give love 
 No matter which way you keep it 
 You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it 
 (You get the gloves bitch!) 
 Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screen 
 So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream 
 Or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix 
 She wasn't like other chicks, pullin tricks on the scheme for chips 
 She was like, Run-D.M.C., Tougher Than Leather 
 Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather 
 Never again will I meet a woman of her nature 
 SkyPager turned off, datin one of the Lakers 
 Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot 
 He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock 
 Damn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her 
 But her sister's, bangin' too, what should I do? 
 Fuck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess 
 Plantin my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless 
 Fuck playin' the second string, on the squad 
 I'm blowin' up, all in your face, word to God 
 (Barron Ricks) 
 Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside 
 It made her pussy bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you 
 I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass' 
 And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position 
 You tell me baby listen, can't you see my fuckin' dick is throbbin 
 She started slobbin and gogglin, spittin' burblin burpin it 
 I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it' 
 No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in 
 Between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart 
 Was a motherfuckin work of art, she rode my dick 
 Just like a Kawasaki till the pussy started soundin sloppy 
 Like an old jalopy, time to nut 
 Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust 
 On her face in between her lips 
 Then she started lickin' it, cause it was good shit, protein! 
 Hot and rich... damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks 
 (B-Real) 
 I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs 
 The Victoria's Secret, she give love 
 No matter which way you keep it 
 You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it 
 (You get the glove bitch!)

Another Victory

Get ready motherfuckers! 
 You can't fuck with the gizzle 
 Please no interruptions 
 Your crew pull up guns get waxed in the sun 
 Like my rag top six-five 
 Smash you with the switches 
 The hitch is, you're gettin' too big for your britches 
 Why you runnin' like bitches 
 With your tail up, I'm the thug pirate 
 Put the sail up - your whole crew frail, what 
 You want this joint, suck it inhale nut 
 Niggas are feelin' this track in Braile, huh 
 We're grade A while you motherfuckers fail, what 
 You understand, immitators gotta bail up 
 To all the males and females gangin' up 
 All on my cell phone talkin' shit, hangin' up 
 I gotta show you how a nigga bang it up 
 Slangin' cuts 
 Your squad against mine 
 You're minor leagues with major 
 Detail the plans like verse 
 Hit hard, catch you off guard 
 Another Victory 
 I slay rappers with precision 
 I got vision like Anakin 
 You panicin' I'm leavin' you stiffer than a mannequin 
 My high lyrics constantly brain damagin' 
 Brandishin' a fire arm, still managin' 
 Hurt niggas, bandagin' who give my lyrics 
 That play you like the mandolin 
 I hold my mic like my dick, but you handlin' 
 I kill flows on tracks who abandonin' 
 I eat you like pussy, then take a sample, 
 Then spit fire in the places you standin' in 
 I take a fool to the Hill 
 Light a candle then you in the dark stuck part in the scandalin' 
 Now I see your whole brain's scramblin' 
 Don't like what you hear, change the channel then nigga 
 Your squad against mine 
 You're minor leagues with major 
 Detail the plans like verse 
 Hit hard, catch you off guard 
 Another Victory 
 I spark cells of a rhythm 
 You best listen, get it over with 
 Stolen shit, rollin' it, Cypress ownin' it 
 Bitin' niggas clonin it, 
 I got a dog got a bone to pick, you holdin' it 
 Suck it hard swallow easy, put a soul in it 
 Your body's on the floor, head got a hole in it 
 The weed master, rhyme killer, mic controllin' it 
 You still fuckin' but your wack, ain't throwin' it 
 Stepped in shit, now your chillin' all alone in it 
 Head full of hair, still ain't combin' it 
 Five child in the world who's ropin' it 
 Never know if I'm high or I'm throwin' shit 
 I got you stuck in the Twilight Zone on shit 
 I'm the owner of the fat joint you rollin' with, bitch 
 Your squad against mine 
 You're minor leagues with major 
 Detail the plans like verse 
 Hit hard, catch you off guard 
 Another Victory

Stank Ass Hoe

(Sen Dog) 
 Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 
 Once again, ha ha ha 
 We back, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 
 (B-Real) 
 Now all these new nigas tryin' to bust grips 
 Keep tryin', I'm shittin all over yo tapes 
 And yo CDs, you see these 
 Niggas wit the weed leaves, you need these 
 Hill biggas to bust trigga, sicka sicka 
 The rhyme spitter spittin' over the transmittor 
 I got double platinum records on the wall 
 While you got double cheeseburgers in yo toilet stall 
 Cats wanna try me, you must be high 
 Cause you havin' fuckin' +Illusions+, no lie, what you usin'? 
 Gimme some of that shit (shit), you fakin it 
 Any little title you got, I'm takin' it 
 You can't have it, you didn't earn it 
 Spit on yo name, shit on it, and burn it 
 Suckas wanna floss and play the big boss 
 What movie you livin' in and how much did it cost? 
 What role are you playin'? I'm only sayin' 
 You're the record gettin' played and I'm DJ'in 
 Playin' you, playin' you, and playin' you 
 Decayin you, I'm tyin and breakin you (ah ha ha) 
 (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) 
 You're a weak ass hoe 
 Punk slow yo role 
 You're nothin' but a clone 
 With nothin' to show 
 You're a weak ass hoe 
 Need a style of your own 
 You're a weak ass hoe 
 You're a weak ass hoe (Punk ass nigga) 
 Leave me alone (Carbon copyin muthafucka) 
 Punk nigga wit no flow (You ain't shit) 
 You're a weak ass hoe (Fuck your little record, punk) 
 You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick) 
 (B-Real) 
 Now look at her over there (damn), lookin' all fine 
 Shakin her ass, tellin' me to grab from behind 
 Please don't mind me, you'll find me 
 Rollin' the pine trees, women askin to sign these 
 Well OK, but you're gonna get me in trouble 
 Nice ones, I gotta be out on the double 
 I'll be in that corner table wit my homies 
 Gettin' stoney tryin' to avoid the phonies 
 Huh, what you askin? Do I got plastic 
 To buy you and yo friends drinks? Do I have assets? 
 Do I got a big home? Do I live alone? 
 Can I use yo cell phone?, feelin' my bone 
 She wanna ride me, she wanna tie me 
 Around her tiny little finger and ride me blindly 
 I don't think so, you stink, hoe 
 The chain in yo brain is missin' a link, hoe 
 Please back up, I know you look good 
 But that ain't enough to get half of my stuff, bitch 
 (Ah ha ha, that's right, you're a stank hoe!) 
 (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) 
 You're a stank ass hoe 
 Tryin' to get dough 
 Leave me alone 
 Cause you can't roll 
 You're a stank ass hoe 
 Nut ridin' pro 
 You're a stank ass hoe 
 A stank ass hoe 
 Leave me alone (Broke ass hoodrat) 
 You can't roll (You can't roll) 
 You're a stank ass hoe 
 A stank ass hoe (Stank ass hoe) 
 You're a stank ass hoe (Dick suckin tramp) 
 (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha) 
 (Bring it back homie, come on, huh) 
 (B-Real) 
 Here goes another example to begin it 
 With a twist (yeah) like pussy I'm in it 
 When I look at me, I look and see 
 How long it took for you to throw the book at me 
 Damn that shit hurts, but I put in work 
 These niggas are like germs, over the counter they lurk 
 And smirk when you fall down, but I calm down 
 And put the anti-bacterial assault down 
 Kill germs that wanna test, they want the best 
 Comparin you to me is like a nigga to the cess 
 Never settle for stress, or wack rappers 
 I'm rockin' the outta the West and rockin' the East (?) 
 (Chorus: B-Real (Sen Dog)) 
 (Punk ass nigga) 
 You're a bitch ass hoe 
 Knockin' on my door 
 Leave me alone 
 Cause you got no soul 
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe) 
 Need to find a place to go 
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Punk ass niggas) 
 You're a bitch ass hoe 
 Don't touch the microphone 
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Eat a muthafuckin dick) 
 You're a bitch ass hoe 
 Leave me alone 
 Got no place to go 
 You're a bitch ass hoe (Trick ass hoe) 
 (Humming)

Money

Yo, I got this plan to make some money. I want you to keep this shit to yourself. 
 At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office. I'm like a shootin' wisher. 
 Now it makes one stop before it goes to Sacramento, 
 Which is a mail drop-off at First Federal Loan and Savings. 
 I did whatever I could to get by 
 Slang dope jack people hands in the sky 
 When you livin' on the edge yeah holmie it's a high 
 You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die 
 Livin' in a hard world some are livin' lies 
 Son you better wise up and open up your eyes 
 Shit it never easy holmie people will connive 
 Better have a hustle if you mean to survive 
 Why you're so greedy can you tell us all why 
 Look holmie believe me you're fuckin' metal ply 
 For the dollar everybody is a target that's real 
 Talkin' is smog you're fate's signed and sealed 
 You could be the next one cross 'em in the path 
 What maybe if you do the math you can avoid the blood bath 
 All the money that we stole too weak to take greed 
 Give it to an honest man the money is still deep 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Fiend for the mean green 
 Never get enough is a mother fuckin' gangsta dream 
 For the love of the cash flow 
 You could live fast and you could die slow 
 Show where's the can bet your ass you believe it 
 'Cause niggas that you know try hard to be schemin' 
 Work hard is fuck for everything to rock 
 You a dead mother fucker 'fore I get got 
 Fools got game floss and drop names 
 My move's faster than a runaway train 
 Fuck the world don't ask me for shit 
 Catch you on your knees and you want some dick 
 Spot a gold nigga with a hairline trigger 
 Each root your name the reputation get bigger 
 For the love of the money, pussy, drugs 
 Fools change and get all twisted up 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Only if ya better keep your eyes peeled 
 'Cause you were talkin' for jacks and that's real 
 Whether you rap or do biz or drug deal 
 Holmie for the dollar you can get yourself killed 
 He decided to jet it could happen with no discussion 
 Straps of all pain fools fuckin' eruptin' 
 For the green little papers jackin' your neighbors 
 But what if your neighbor put arms in his favor 
 Moved up the heater to mash you punk bitches 
 Don't wanna earn shit you wanna jack for the riches 
 Nothin' in life's for free my nigga learn that 
 You burn someone they might just burn back 
 Scorchin' niggas to the third degree 
 Auh y'all triggers deserve to be 
 Put out of you misery your history son 
 When your body disappears then the mystery come 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar bill y'all 
 Dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar dollar bill y'all

Do You Know Who I Am

(B-Real) 
 Uh, uh, yeah... 
 Do you know who I am? (3x) 
 (B-Real) 
 I'm in a deep yo 
 Peep though 
 Things are on the fallout 
 Kids all lookin' to peel my way back 
 I figure that shit out 
 The other day 
 The review mirror 
 When things are closer than they appear 
 Tear shit down hit the corner 
 Cut through the alley 
 Seen a fine chick 
 Didn't have time to rally 
 I remember you but I gotta dip 
 Skip the fuck out 
 These niggaz are following me from behind nigga 
 They can't fade us so eliminate us to get famous 
 It's all painless 
 I'll show 'em what insane in the brain is 
 Maybe they'll run, or find out what the rain is 
 They want beef fuck giving it to 'em shameless 
 Do you know who I am? 
 Do you know my lifestyle I don't think so... 
 Do you know who I am? 
 Do you know my lifestyle maybe you don't... 
 Do you know who I am? 
 Do you know my lifestyle I don't think so... 
 Do you know who I am? 
 Do you know my lifestyle I don't think so... 
 (B-Real) 
 They can't wheel with the ruckus 
 Motherfuckers get wicked in situations 
 That causes a nigga to react 
 More to the back in the corner 
 Know what they say 
 Caught a nigga live on to fight another day 
 Maybe fight and not appear 
 Maybe they want it 
 Maybe you niggaz following my tension 
 I dispatch the troops quick then give 'em time 
 Didn't give 'em a second to push me over the line 
 Between that the humiliation that's on my life flash 
 Gun blast, all out confusion 
 The smoke clears 
 Foes crawlin' outta here 
 Snap fingers like magic, they disappear 
 These bitches had it no question never bloody 
 Never fuck with nobody who's crazy! 
 (B-Real) 
 I'm in this world hell called life 
 Willin' to risk it 
 Pop the disc and you ain't bustin' a biscuit 
 Fools think they heavy weight 
 They never wait 
 Like a nigga tryin' to get pussy on the first date 
 They federate, whenever hate if you want to 
 Kill me in my soul will come back to hunt you 
 You never sleep, never get rest 
 Feelin' the cold breath, you're the opposite of ever last 
 You never last! 
 Pass 7 days of madness 
 After my soul path 
 The spiritual plane is weak, nigga you need to fast 
 'Cause you're bitin' my shit 
 Mouths full but don't follow 
 My shit's acid burning your stomach making you hollow 
 Best learn who you're fucking with 
 Before you try shit 
 You might die with my name caught in your eyelids 
 See that, weave that, inhale the weed sack 
 I be that nigga willin' to die for what I'm feelin'