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Afroman
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Bacc 2 School
(Man, my daddy told me, “Boy, when I was your age, I had to walk 13 miles to school.” I said, “Oh, is that why you didn't graduate?”)
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to school.
(Her titties bigger than they were last year, you know what I'm sayin?)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm fittin' to act a fool.
(Cause last year she had those little stick-em-up titties, cuz.)
Mamma, I'ma go to the University of Smoking Marijuana.
All of my friends go to USM, so I'ma tag along and hit the bong with them.
Walking through the masses, looking for my classes.
I can't concentrate on the teacher surrounded by titties and asses.
Spent a lot of money on some brand new clothes trying to impress these brand new hos.
Laugh every time I have sex with a chick. Baby doin't know I'm an ex-convict.
Walkin' “round campus with my “fro on pick. Every 20 seconds I be grabbin' my dick.
Full of alcohol at the football games. Doin' more drugs than my nigga Rick James.
My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate. It'll take a miracle for me to graduate.
Maybe I won't. Maybe I will. Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coup de Ville.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to school.
(Say what? Say Afro-mutha fuckin'-M-A-N!)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm fittin' to act a fool.
(Croocked letter, crooked letter, hump back, hump back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that.)
How do I party and still pass? I hardly ever go to class.
Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal. If you bought it from me, it's illegal.
Cause I'm Afroman, the educated Crip on a rock cocaine scholarship.
Cook that crack until it's done. I use that for my Negro College Fund.
Broke minorities sellin' dope to them bitches in sororities.
She's drinking one too many forties. She took her clothes off, now we havin' orgies.
Buc-buci-bucccoooc!
Baby, I don't mean to act rude, but you told me you would never fuc-a-fuck a black dude.
Colt .45 must've got you in the mood to eat a fat dick like some suc-a-soul food.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to school.
(I'm out of style with the big Chucks, but I'm from the West Side don't give a straigh fuck.)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm fittin' to act a fool.
(Hey fellas, hey, can I get jiggy with it? Hey, check this shit out right quick.)
Hey, home-buci-whuci-boy don't stress. I got the answers to the tuci-whuci-test.
My college professor smokes a lot of gruci-grass. She gonna make sure we puci-whuci-pass.
That's how you pass Trigonometry; sell dope to your teacher, use Nigonometry.
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On the microphone there's not a rapper bomb as me, and under police pressure nobody is calm as me.
Wait a minute, you what's fuci-fucked up? Black people in college act stuci-stuck up.
So self-conscious and insecure. You wanna speak back, but you really ain't sure.
Look at me. What do you see? You see the old G you're ashamed to be.
So fuck you, you pretty little rich frat boy. You can suck my dick just like that, boy.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. (Say what?) Fittin'' to go back to school.
(My name is Afro, right. You see me every night. If you got beef with me, c'mon and we can fight.)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm fittin' to act a fool.
(Hey, bust something for these bitches that think we're real gullible and shit, cuz.)
I said, honey, you got some sexy looks. You need money to buy your text books.
Get it wet, and I can get it hard, and we can slide your vaginal credit card.
Computer, girl. Come to my house and be my tutor, girl.
Before we study can we smoke a little Buddha, girl?
Raise your shirt and lick them nipples on your hooters, girl.
Oooh, open up your legs, baby, you the girl.
Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl.
BUCCCCOOOOC!
You was playin' with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded,
down your throat fuckin' exploded.
Tell your prejudiced dad and mom to e-mail their comments to suck my dick. com.
Afro's the bomb. Blowin' up like Vietnam.
BUCCCCOOOOC!
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to school.
(Hey, man, anybody got some condoms? Anybody got some condoms? Where you at, cuz?)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm fittin' to act a fool.
Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys. Fittin' to go back to school.
(Nobody ain't got no condoms? Give me a sandwich bag with some rubber bands.)
With a mouth full of beer and a nose full of weed, you know I'm fittin' to act a fool.
(Hey, can I do my thing?)
(I'm the Hungry Hustler, Afro-mother fuckin'-M-A-N giving a mad shout out to all my G-mosabes up there in Palmdale, California, or as we like to say Pimp-dale, Pimp-afornia. But I can't forget about my fam-fam way down there in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. Or should I call it Hatties-herb, Missi-hippy? Buccoooc! But I'm gonna combine the two, so I can show the whole world I love you, you under-shmell me? Givin' a shout out to Palm-burg, Cali-ssippi, or should I say Hatties-dale, Missi-fornia. Lord have mercy, that's that marijuana talkin'. Check me out though. Givin' a mad shout out to all these parasites. Or should I say mosquitoes? Or should I say mosquit-hos? Gatherin' around me, tryin' to suck me dry. But you can't have no money and you know why. I'ma tell you like Dr. Dre: “You can't do nothin” but get the pick up, and suck a dick up, “til you hicup.”)
BUCCCOOOC! (hicup.)
(Hey, edit that shit out, cuz. We ain't gonna get no pussy if we keep dissin' these bitches.)
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