Karaoké Palmdale Afroman

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Yeah

Just like bums we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way

Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep

Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride but my mama never would let me play outside

But when I got enrolled in elementary school started bangin' like a fuckin' fool

So cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat shot an enemy from across the street

Mama came home said she got a good job

Daddy did too

Now they don't squab

Financially we improvin'

Two months later son, we movin'

No more duckin' from shotgun shells

Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale

Give it to me now

Hey, yeah

I need you and I love you, baby

Uh

Check it out, check it out check it out

No more rats and no more roaches livin' next door to football coaches

Now I got a new place to sell me crack

Now I got little white kids to jack

I stopped wearin' blue wasn't trippin' on red

Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads

Stupid questions distract the class

Rubbin' little white girls on the ass

I didn't really care if I passed or failed

I knew I was headed for the NFL

Until the playoff game shoulder got hurt

I thought about my future layin' in the dirt

I can't jump

I can't flinch

Superstar player ridin' the bench

Graduate from school

Don't make me laugh

I got an F plus in basic math

Give it to me now

Hell, yeah

Uh, I gotta do one song for my neighborhood

Buccoc

Uh

Uh, uh

Check it out

I knew I couldn't make it in the white man's world so I bought me some khakis and a Geri curl

I knew I couldn't make it to the NFL

I went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yayo

For sure

I was makin' crazy dough

Should've dropped outta school a long time ago

Bought a cell phone, like a nut

Now I deliver like Pizza Hut

I drunk whisky and Bacardi

I sold dope to anybody

Me and my homies sold dubs and dimes took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time

A white man drove up to my spot

He said hey, homeboy what you got

I put a fat rock inside his hand

About twenty-five sheriffs jumped out the van

Get down, punk

Hey, yeah

Uh, I need you and

I love you, baby

Uh

Uh

Check it out, check it out check it out

Can't get drunk can't get blunted

LA County nine five hundred

Crips wanna take my All-stars

Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars

Them peckerwoods don't want none but the Mexican's straight own one

Them Ese's catorces treces always try to test me

So I jumped off the bed 'cos I ain't no punk

Jammed his head up against the bunk

Socked that Cholo in his chin

Black mother-fuckers scared to jump in

Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor

I kept talkin' shit 'cos I want some more

Back in town, we get along with the brown

Now I'm in jail, they try to beat me down

Jail is hell but I'll adapt

Won't hesitate to get in a scrap

'Cos I'm down for mine and that's for certain sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'

Palmdale

Hell, yeah

Uh, uh

I need you and I love you, baby

Yeah

Check it out, homeboy

Uh

Now I got a fucked up life two bad kids and a naggin' wife

Dead end job at the airport

Check too short to pay the house note

Turn on the TV then I see different homeboys that went to school with me

Playin' in the NFL we used to kick back in East Palmdale

Rodney Williams, Lorenz Tate

Zeno plays for Colorado State

I wish my homeboys much success but at the same time

I still get depressed

Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin thinkin' 'bout things that could've would've, should've been

I wipe my tears, sip my beers wish good luck to my peers

Palmdale

Uh

Uh

I need you and I love you baby

Palmdale

'Cos that's where my heartache began heartache began

Uh, uh, uh

Palmdale

Uh

I need you and I love you baby

Oh yeah

Uh

'Cos that's where my heartache began, uh heartache began

Uh, uh

Uh

Yeah

Uh, yeah

Hey

All the homeboys on the football team, where y'all at ma

Uh, yeah

Hey, wherever you at in the world

I don't care if you in Japan, Africa

Hey

You know how we used to do it, man

Hey, hey, hey

Yo, let me get a Palm

Yo, let me get a Dale

Yo, what do we sell

Hey, where we fittin' to go, oh

Yeah, let me get a Palm

Yo, let me get a Dale

Yo, what do we sell

Yo, where we fittin' to go

Yo, let me get a Palm

Yo, let me get a Dale

Yo, what do we sell

Hey, where we fittin' to go, oh

One more time

Yo, let me get a Palm

Yo, let me get a Dale, uh

Yo, what do we sell

Hey, where we fittin' to go

Dale

Uh, yeah

Palmdale

Hey, uh, uh

Everybody just clap your hands

Dale

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh, Palmdale

Come on, come on, come on

Uh

Bucco, bucco, buccoc

Dale

Uh

What, what, what

Oh, Palmdale

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Bucco, bucco, bucco bucco, bucco, bucco, bucco

Dale

Ha ha

Where them Falcons at, what

Yo, Palmdale

Uh

Mine 'till I get low

It ain't over 'till the fat man sings

Dale

Little Rock can't get none

What, what

Yo, Palmdale

Oh

Oh paw paw paw paw paw paw

Dale

Oh

Oh

Oh

Yo, Palmdale

Little Rock can't get none

Bucco, bucco, buccoc

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