Afroman Lyrics
Afroman Lyrics
"Palmdale Lyrics"
Cowboy Song Lyrics
originally by Thin Lizzy. (Lynott, Downey) I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail A starry night, a campfire light The coyote call, the howling winds wail So I ride out to the old sundown I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female The nights we spent together riding on the range Looking back it seems so strange Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning 'till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Running free with the buffalo I was took in Texas, I did not know her name Lord, all these southern girls seem the same Down below the
originally by Thin Lizzy. (Lynott, Downey) I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail A starry night, a campfire light The coyote call, the howling winds wail So I ride out to the old sundown I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail Lord, I'm just thinking about a certain female The nights we spent together riding on the range Looking back it seems so strange Roll me over and turn me around Let me keep spinning 'till I hit the ground Roll me over and let me go Running free with the buffalo I was took in Texas, I did not know her name Lord, all these southern girls seem the same Down below the
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 mamma 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
Mamma came home, said she got a good job.
Daddy did too.
Now they don't squab.
Financially, we improvin'.
2 months later, son, we movin'.
No more duckin' from shotgun shells.
Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(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
Help You Find Your Way Lyrics
(Michael W. Smith) It can be wise Or it can be a paradox To seek solace in your solitude And when it feels Like you're living in a box You need someone who believes in you A promise true when tried I'll be right here by your side So whenever your need be Know that you can lean on me Chorus: I'll help you find your way I'll help you find your way When you're lost in all the madness When you're blinded by your doubt When you need someone to be there for you I'll help you find your way Don't keep your thoughts Locked behind your cellar door All shrouded in a mystery Just let them out.
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+ in basic math.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(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' yeyo.
Fo' sho'!
I was makin' crazy dough.
Shoulda 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 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(“Get down, punk.”)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, check it out, check it out.)
Can't get drunk.
Can't get blunted.
LA County, 95 hundred.Slip slip slippin' in Lyrics
Well I went out this evening I left the little woman at home Thought I would have a little fun in a style that's all my own Well I rocked and rolled and bopped a while Played every spot in town Then I slipped into the hall where I'll be trouble bound Yeah I'm slip slip slip slippin' in Slip slip slip slip slippin' in Baby slip slip slip slip slippin' in Slip slip slip slip slippin' in I'm sneakin' yeah slippin' in slippin' in I eased up to the front door Eased it opened wide I made sure the coast was clear And then I slipped inside I was inching through the doorway as quiet as I could be Well on came the l
Crips wanna take my All-stars. (Michael W. Smith) It can be wise Or it can be a paradox To seek solace in your solitude And when it feels Like you're living in a box You need someone who believes in you A promise true when tried I'll be right here by your side So whenever your need be Know that you can lean on me Chorus: I'll help you find your way I'll help you find your way When you're lost in all the madness When you're blinded by your doubt When you need someone to be there for you I'll help you find your way Don't keep your thoughts Locked behind your cellar door All shrouded in a mystery Just let them out
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+ in basic math.
(give it to me now.)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(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' yeyo.
Fo' sho'!
I was makin' crazy dough.
Shoulda 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 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(“Get down, punk.”)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, check it out, check it out.)
Can't get drunk.
Can't get blunted.
LA County, 95 hundred.
Well I went out this evening I left the little woman at home Thought I would have a little fun in a style that's all my own Well I rocked and rolled and bopped a while Played every spot in town Then I slipped into the hall where I'll be trouble bound Yeah I'm slip slip slip slippin' in Slip slip slip slip slippin' in Baby slip slip slip slip slippin' in Slip slip slip slip slippin' in I'm sneakin' yeah slippin' in slippin' in I eased up to the front door Eased it opened wide I made sure the coast was clear And then I slipped inside I was inching through the doorway as quiet as I could be Well on came the l
Bloods wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods don't want none,
but the Mexican's straight own one.
Them Essays, catorces, treces always try to test me,
So I jumped off the bed,
cause I ain't no punk.
Jammed his head up against the bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin.
Black mutha-fuckas scared to jump in.
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor.
I kept talkin' shit cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get along with the brown.
Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll adapt.
Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
'Cause I'm down for mine, and that's for certain,
sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'.
(Palmdale)
Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out, homeboy.)
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 ti
Azz & Tittiez Lyrics
"Say ahh, not a thermometer, bitch, it's the nine inches" --> Kingpin Skinny Pimp Chorus: repeat 4X Ass and titties, ass and titties Ass and titties, and big booty bitches (DJ Paul) You dealing with a thug thats quick to kick the diamond Roly(Rolex) Don't pay attention to these boyfriends cause I leave em holy Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to Cordova Jacuzzi bubbily drinking bubbily hoes they can't believe My TV built up in the wall like they don't want to leave There doing there best tryng to impress they sticking out the
e, I still get depressed. "Say ahh, not a thermometer, bitch, it's the nine inches" --> Kingpin Skinny Pimp Chorus: repeat 4X Ass and titties, ass and titties Ass and titties, and big booty bitches (DJ Paul) You dealing with a thug thats quick to kick the diamond Roly(Rolex) Don't pay attention to these boyfriends cause I leave em holy Them boys fake maggets I done put they girl up in my rover Put the black quote em quote em face and took her to Cordova Jacuzzi bubbily drinking bubbily hoes they can't believe My TV built up in the wall like they don't want to leave There doing there best tryng to impress they sticking out the
Walkin' through the wind with a cup full of gin
thinkin' 'bout things
that coulda, woulda, shoulda been.
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good luck to my peers.
(Palmdale.)
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache began, heartache began.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where y'all at?)
Palmdale, come back to me.
(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 (Palm!)
Yo, let me get a Dale (Dale!)
Yo, what do we sell? (Yeyo!)
Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!)
(x4)
Dale. Palmdale. (Hey, everybody just clap your hands.)
Dale. Palmdale. (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
Dale. Palmdale.
Dale. (Where them Falcons at?) Palmdale. (It ain't over 'til the fat man
sings.)
Dale. (Little Rock can't get none. What, what?) Palmdale.
Dale. Palmdale.
[fade out.]