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Afroman - Tall Cans lyrics
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 |
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