Paranoid (Explicit) - Afroman
Composed by：Joseph  Foreman
TEASPOON come here come here hey hey hey look
Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
*********** at mah house waitin right now cuz
Aiight
How long can I sell
You see life is like football you know what I'm saying
Before I have to go to jail
You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man
Can I possibley get real
I mean you know you might get tackeled you know what I'm saying
Before somebody go and snitch
Then again you might **** around and make a touch down
I'm so paranoid
Stressed stressed paranoid paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops I use a decoy
See my ****** ****** driver he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid
Stressed stressed paranoid paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops I use a decoy
See my ****** ****** driver he's a white boy
All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
Yo name is what
What
I know you from where
Where
I don't meen to seem vicious but you look suspicious
Stop talking bout d**gs on the telephone
Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
Stop ****** up call me before you come
Stop telling these ******* where you got it from
How long can I sell
The sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real
Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid
Stressed stressed paranoid paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops I use a decoy
See my ****** ****** driver he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid
Stressed stressed paranoid paranoid
One false move I can be destroyed
To avoid the cops I use a decoy
See my ****** ****** driver he's a white boy
As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
Everybody looking at me look like the police
Havin conversations with my gang asailants
Do you think we under police surveilance
Asking questions giving suggestions
Pulling smith an wessons on strange pedestrians
Cookin crack up dolla bills stacked up
Hope the cops don't backup here they come man
How long
Stop runnin stop runnin
Can I sell
The sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to go to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real
Hurry up pass the tabs turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges
I'm so paranoid
Maybe I otta stop sellin water
Spend more time with my son and my daughter
But my d**g life d**g me away from my wife
She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife
The c*****e rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
Late at night I fantasize bout rappin
But I gotta sell d**e till it happen
For how long
Hey who is that who is that man
See you all ****** up
I got these looks
Yo man little rich kids comin over here
That's what I'm saying now
You know the gonna snitch
They can't even lie to there parents
What the **** you think they gonna do
When the police presure em
Get to crying and ****
Afroman sold it to me mommy
He stays over there
How long can I sell
The sheriff departments right down the block
Before I have to got to jail
Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get real
Pass the tabs turnakit and syringes
Before somebody go and snitch
Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid
Now god lay me down to sleep
Before the cops rape
Please give me a beat
If they accidently kill me
And I don't escape
Pray some white person
Gotta video tape
Twinkle twinkle little star
That looks like a police car
Shining on my d**e spot
A police raid
I hope not
Little homie hold my gun
I'm gonna ****** run
Where I run I don't care
Throw that d**e anywhere
Cops chase me through the hood
Straight in to the woods
Camera fly like leapords
I hear german sheapards
Freeze hold it right there
D**g dealers nightmare
Busted crack criminal court
No black support
Handcuffs very tight baptist jury all white
They could never be my peers sentence me twenty years
This rap so d**n real I'm glad I gotta record deal
If I don't sell a mill
This could happen still
What a predicament