Testi musica canzoni

Says
Wait a minute man. ey check this out man.
There was the blind man right
he was fellin his way down the street with this stick right
he walked pass this fish market you know what i'm sayin
he stopped he took a deep breath he said
whoa! good mornin ladies
you like that shit man
I got a gang of that shit man
I'll tell you what
my man on the dick
dude on the balls
everybody gather round the mic
i'll tell ya all these muthafucken jokes
first i'mma start it off like this
help me sing it homeboy
c'mon!

sucks dick
sings

Colt 45 and two zig-zags
Baby that's all we need
We can go to the park after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn
we can take our turn
singin' them dirty rap songs
stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
and 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 palm dale
skatin' on dayton' rims
so roll, roll, the '83
cadillac coupe de ville
if my tapes and cd's just don't sell
i bet my cabby will

well it was just sundown in a small white town
they call it east side palm dale- well
when the afroman walked through the white land
houses went up for sale-sale
well i was standin on the corner sellin rap cds
when i met a little girl named jan-(jan!)
i let her ride in my caddy cuz i didnt know her daddy
was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan
We fucked ont he bed-
fucked on the floor
fucked so long i grew a fuckin afro
then we fucked to the left, fucked to the right
she sucked my dick till the shit turned white
i thought to myself- sheeba sheeba- got my ass looking