Afroman – Colt 45 lyrics

Wait a minute man
Hey check this out man tell it
It was this blind man right, it was this blind man right
He was feelin’ his way down the street with a stick right, hey
He walked past this fish market, you know what I’m sayin’
He stopped he took a deep breath he said
Woah good morning ladies, ha
You like that sh** man
Hey man I’ve got a gang of that sh** man
Hey I’ll tell you what
We’ll all have a good time
We’ll pull on the drug
And hey, hey if everybody crowd around the mic
I’ll tell you all these motherf**in’ jokes I got
First I’m gonna start off like that, hey help me sing it homeboy
Said 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 Palmdale
Skatin’ on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the ’83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my CDs just don’t sell, I bet my Caddy will
Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it East Side Palmdale
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well I was standing 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 Ku Klux Klan
We f**ed on the bed
f**ed on the floor
f**ed so long I grew a f**in’ afro
Then I f**ed to the left (Left)
f**ed to the right (Right)
She s**ed my dick ’til the sh** turned white
I thought to myself sheeba-sheeba
Got my a** lookin’ like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
And so I ran I jumped out the back window
But her daddy he was waitin’ with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The motherf**er whooped my a** all night
But I ain’t mad at her prejudiced dad
That’s the best damn p**y I ever had
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I’m gonna f** that b**h 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
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 Palmdale
Skatin’ on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the ’83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
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 she looked good
I took her to my house ’cause she was fine
But she whooped out a dick that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I f**ed her once, I f**ed her twice
I ate that p**y like shrimp-fried rice
Don’t be amazed at the stories I tell ya (Tell ya)
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties too
So I hopped in her a** like a Kangaroo
See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her a** and she said “AIEE”
Lips was breakfast, p**y was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch
I met Colonel Sanders wife in the state of Kentucky
She said I’d fry some chicken if you’d just f** me
I came in her mouth, it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of Herbs’ n’ Spices
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
I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessy
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that a** and said “Yes Miss Daisy”
Met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that p**y in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can’t wait ’til I f** that b**h again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
f**ed her until she turned to a white albino
f**ed this hooker in Iowa
I f**ed her on credit, so I owe her
f**ed this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful s**y ho
She just ran across the border of Mexico
Fine young thing said her name’s Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I can’t afford it
I know I’mma cry when she get deported
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 Palmdale
Skatin’ on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the ’83 Cadillac Coupe Deville
If my tapes and my CDs just don’t sell, I bet my Caddy will

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