Letras de Músicas de Baladas

AFROMAN-CRAZY RAP

(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell
it. It was this blind man, right?
Man, check this out- it was this blind man,
right?
He was feelin' his way down the street with this
stick, right?
Hey. He walked past this fish market, you know
what I'm sayin'?
He stopped, he took a deep breath, he said,
Woooooo, 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 she looked good.
I took her to my house, cause she was fine, but
she whipped out a dick that was bigger than
mine.
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with
an African.
I fucked her once, I fucked her twice. I ate
that pussy like shrimp fried rice.
Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya. I met
a woman in the heart of Australia.
Had a big butt and big titties, too, so I hopped
in her ass like a kangaroo.
See, I met this lady from Hawaii. Stuck it in
her ass, and she said, Aiiiiieeee!
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch, then her
titties busted open with Hawaiian Punch.
Met Colonel Sander's wife in the state of
Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken if you
just fuck me.
I came in her mouth. It was a crisis. I gave her
my secret blend of herbs and spices.

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 b

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