| 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 ladiesâ€, you like that *******t, man? | |
| Hey, man, I got a gang of that *******t, 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-******' 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 tumble****** | |
| 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 Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims | |
| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de Ville | |
| If my tapes and my CD's just don't sell, I bet my caddy will | |
| Well, it was just sundown in a small white town | |
| They call it East Side Palm Dale | |
| When the Afroman walked through the white land | |
| Houses went up for sale | |
| Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD's | |
| 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 ****** on the bed, ****** on the flo' | |
| ****** so long, I grew a ******' afro | |
| Then I ****** to the left, ****** to the right | |
| She sucked my ******* till the *******t 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-******* whooped my ass all night | |
| But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad | |
| That's the best damn ******* I ever had | |
| I got a bag of ****** and a bottle of wine | |
| I'm a ******* that ******* 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 tumble****** | |
| 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 Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims | |
| So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup De Ville | |
| If my tapes and my CD's 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 ******* that was bigger than mine | |
| I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African | |
| I ****** her once, I ****** her twice | |
| I ate that ******* 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 *******, too | |
| So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo | |
| See, I met this lady from Hawaii | |
| Stuck it in her ass, and she said, ‽Aie†| |
| Lips was breakfast, ******* was lunch | |
| Then her ******* 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 ******* 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 tumble****** | |
| 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 ******* were filled with Hennessey | |
| That country music nearly drove me crazy | |
| But I rode that ass and said, ‽Yes, Miss Daisy†| |
| Met this lady in Oklahoma put that ******* in a coma | |
| Met this lady in Michigan, I can't wait till I ******* that ******* again | |
| Met a real black girl in South Carolina | |
| ****** her till she turned into a white albino | |
| ****** this hooker in Iowa, I ****** her on credit, so I owe her | |
| ****** 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 tumble****** | |
| 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 ******* | |
| But the ******* 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 ******* | |
| 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 ******' his wife | |
| So he starts beatin' on your ass | |
| Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody | |
| Your ******* was hard but now it's soft | |
| (What?) | |
| 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 tumble****** | |
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need | |
| We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumble****** | |
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need | |
| We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumble****** | |
| ... |
| 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 t, man? | |
| Hey, man, I got a gang of that t, 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' 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 tumble | |
| 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 Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims | |
| So roll, roll the ' 83 Cadillac Coup de Ville | |
| If my tapes and my CD' s just don' t sell, I bet my caddy will | |
| Well, it was just sundown in a small white town | |
| They call it East Side Palm Dale | |
| When the Afroman walked through the white land | |
| Houses went up for sale | |
| Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD' s | |
| 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 on the bed, on the flo' | |
| so long, I grew a ' afro | |
| Then I to the left, to the right | |
| She sucked my till the t 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 whooped my ass all night | |
| But I ain' t mad at her prejudiced dad | |
| That' s the best damn I ever had | |
| I got a bag of and a bottle of wine | |
| I' m a that 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 tumble | |
| 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 Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims | |
| So roll, roll the ' 83 Cadillac Coup De Ville | |
| If my tapes and my CD' s 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 that was bigger than mine | |
| I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African | |
| I her once, I her twice | |
| I ate that 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 , too | |
| So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo | |
| See, I met this lady from Hawaii | |
| Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aie | |
| Lips was breakfast, was lunch | |
| Then her 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 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 tumble | |
| 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 were filled with Hennessey | |
| That country music nearly drove me crazy | |
| But I rode that ass and said, Yes, Miss Daisy | |
| Met this lady in Oklahoma put that in a coma | |
| Met this lady in Michigan, I can' t wait till I that again | |
| Met a real black girl in South Carolina | |
| her till she turned into a white albino | |
| this hooker in Iowa, I her on credit, so I owe her | |
| 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 tumble | |
| 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 | |
| But the 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 | |
| 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 ' his wife | |
| So he starts beatin' on your ass | |
| Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody | |
| Your was hard but now it' s soft | |
| What? | |
| 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 tumble | |
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that' s all we need | |
| We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumble | |
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that' s all we need | |
| We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumble | |
| ... |
| 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 t, man? | |
| Hey, man, I got a gang of that t, 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' 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 tumble | |
| 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 Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims | |
| So roll, roll the ' 83 Cadillac Coup de Ville | |
| If my tapes and my CD' s just don' t sell, I bet my caddy will | |
| Well, it was just sundown in a small white town | |
| They call it East Side Palm Dale | |
| When the Afroman walked through the white land | |
| Houses went up for sale | |
| Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin' rap CD' s | |
| 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 on the bed, on the flo' | |
| so long, I grew a ' afro | |
| Then I to the left, to the right | |
| She sucked my till the t 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 whooped my ass all night | |
| But I ain' t mad at her prejudiced dad | |
| That' s the best damn I ever had | |
| I got a bag of and a bottle of wine | |
| I' m a that 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 tumble | |
| 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 Palm Dale, skatin' on Dayton rims | |
| So roll, roll the ' 83 Cadillac Coup De Ville | |
| If my tapes and my CD' s 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 that was bigger than mine | |
| I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African | |
| I her once, I her twice | |
| I ate that 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 , too | |
| So I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo | |
| See, I met this lady from Hawaii | |
| Stuck it in her ass, and she said, Aie | |
| Lips was breakfast, was lunch | |
| Then her 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 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 tumble | |
| 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 were filled with Hennessey | |
| That country music nearly drove me crazy | |
| But I rode that ass and said, Yes, Miss Daisy | |
| Met this lady in Oklahoma put that in a coma | |
| Met this lady in Michigan, I can' t wait till I that again | |
| Met a real black girl in South Carolina | |
| her till she turned into a white albino | |
| this hooker in Iowa, I her on credit, so I owe her | |
| 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 tumble | |
| 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 | |
| But the 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 | |
| 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 ' his wife | |
| So he starts beatin' on your ass | |
| Now your clothes all muddy, your nose all bloody | |
| Your was hard but now it' s soft | |
| What? | |
| 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 tumble | |
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that' s all we need | |
| We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumble | |
| Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that' s all we need | |
| We can go to the park after dark, smoke that tumble | |
| ... |
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