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アーティスト：Afroman  アルバム：Sell Your Dope ''and'' The Good Times 

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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 'til 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



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