Tall Cans - Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

Title: Tall Cans
Album: The Good Times
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Ahh shit! Shit! Shit

Now I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans

Now I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homies pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that mother uh! Staggerin' from side to side

We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother uh! Old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin'
Drink it down down until I get that crazy feelin'

Now just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans

See these girls be actin' all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
Act like a brother wanna move in with cha

I got no fame, I got no wealth
So I whined up dancin' by my goddamn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin' attitude switch

So I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans

I stepped into this party full of Mexicans
I didn't realize I was the only black man
One hand on my bottle, the other on my Peter
I barked like a dog and started freakin' senoritas

I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup
She kept on steppin' back so I kept on steppin' up
This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head
I knew if I moved I was officially dead

That had to be his woman, I know it doggonit
That ain't the first time that I got confronted
[Foreign content] get the fuck outta here
I said I'm gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer

'Cause I'm just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Run outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans

I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, slap the hoe
Get the do' and go back to that liquor sto'

Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans

Well I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman
Love to sag my khakis with a tall can
My homie pop the forty of some St. I's
Now that knucklehead staggerin' from side to side

We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood
We look real bad but we feel so good
My thirst is quenched but my cravin' won't extinguish
I need some forty ounce mother fucking old English
Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin'
Drink it diggy diggy down till I get that crazy feelin'

I'm just walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'

Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans

Now these women be actin' all bad and rude
Always gotta bad attitude
You see I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture
You act like a brother wanna move in with cha

I got no fame, I got no wealth
So I whined up dancin by my god-damn self
But I pay my money, just like you
And baby I'ma do what I came to do
You see I can't wait around till I get rich
Just to make yo gold diggin' attitude switch

So I'm walkin' down the street with some chicken and a forty
I'm yellin' at these hooches and I'm lookin' for a party
Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo'
Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto'

Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
Afroman likes tall cans
...

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40 - Look At Me - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Look At Me
Artist: E
Composer(s): Christoper Noel Dorsey, Rodney David Oliver, Joe Anthony Cooley, Teruis Gray, Bosco Kante, Earl Stevens, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Jeffery Darryl Page

Lyric:
Beyotch

Whas happenin', whas happenin'?
You got to love this yere nigguh
My boys, my Hot Boys, Juve and [unverified]
'Bout to lace this game, nigga
Do it the way we do it with E 4 0, Charlie Hustle

Look, I went from rags to riches, stank hoes to bad bitches
Stealin' niggaz cars to TV's in Expeditions
Thuggin' is how I play it everyday, all day
I keep it all the way real, I can't see it no other way

I represent mines, Hot Boys
Slip up my whole click rides, get shot, boy
That's how it go, we straight, do or die, we checkmate holdin' niggaz
Then come where yo' momma, lay down and kick in the do', nigga
(Juvenile, Juvenile, Juvenile)

Let's get this shit cracklin'
My probation officer's gonna know what happened
Stay out the way I'm H O T and 'bout that action
Hooded up with dem slugs and face-maskin', camouflage fashion

I'm all about that luxury, I'm also 'bout
(Luxury)
Puttin' 50 in yo' head, boy, if you thinkin' 'bout fuckin' me
I'ma be here fo' a minute, you gotta respect it
(What else?)
There's a lot of niggaz out here gettin' killed to accept it

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys

Freezer burn platinum on my pinkie
(Look at me)
Squattin' twenty inch Twinkies
(Look at me)

I'm like that, it's like that, what?
I'm like that, it's like that
(Look at me)

Charlie Hustle on it in the fast lane, drivin' slow
With a case of tall cans and some broccoli and a bad-ass hoe
Squattin' four times, gold Zenith wides and vogues
'Bout snuffin' down, right next to me is the call from the frogs

Sound system on bloo-blam-blam
Puffin' on the doobie almost grubbed, dang, it burnt in my lap
Smokin' trees with the window up
(Windows up)
Traffic backed up, middle finger up

I don't associate or surround myself with C.I.'s
Confidential Informants snitches affidavits stool pigeons
Marks simple Simon sucker sap simps, I be kickin' it real tough
With the, P.I.'s, hustlers, tycoons

Gangsters, killers that might not even look like
With trophies up under they shelf, sky ballers, all kind of Benzes
Player type individuals, thugged out times a thousand
Those nigguh-ish niggaroles lieutenants bosses, gazillionaires
New millennium wars high rollers real as hoodlums thugs
House parties strip joints gamblin' shacks and hole in the wall clubs

Beyotch, E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys

Man, it's like neighborhood shit with a gangster bitch
So get yo' paper straight, nigga and go and buy some shit
TV's inside when I ride bitch
And I'ma hide these hoes behind Limo tints

Fulfill my dreams, I'm a rich, bitch
And when I hit yo' hood I'ma blind a bitch
Shine, tape sellin' got me buyin' shit
Dyin'? Gon' be here past ninety-nine, slick

Rewind these hoes back to time slick
So nigga slap that bitch, bat that batch
Kick her in the ass and tell that hoe Hot Boy in this, bitch
So nigga, fuck that bitch, tell her suck yo' dick

Now, now, here come the youngest
Wayne, you can call me Weezy
Flyin' up the interstate in a Lamborghini
Police right behind me, I'm drivin' too fast

I pull over on the grass, they want my autograph
I flipped off ki's, I get my G's
I spit my 3's if you twist my cheese
I'm duckin' white sheets and I avoid the Feds
If you think that you can stop us, boi, go ahead

E-40 and Hot Boys, E-40 and Hot Boys, beyotch

E-Feezy and the HB's in this motherfucker, man
(The Hot Boys)
Juvenile, you heard about me
(Bosco)

The B.G., the number one stun'na
Baby, Thirty-Two Gold, ya heard me?
The Bay Area and the U P T
We connected, nigga, you gotta respect it
It's off the heezy, what? Beyotch

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Back To The Hotel - Lyrics - N 2 Deep

Title: Back To The Hotel
Artist: N 2 Deep
Composer(s): J Trujillo, J Zunino, T Lyon

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Lyric:
V-Town, brother check it out, I'm 'bout to throw it down
Dick in hand, you shoulda had your toke down
A little city, chillin' in the North Bay
Needless to say, my boyz don't play fool

Yorker sidin' you know how the song goes
In the back, sippin' purple chongos
Don't look for trouble but it always seems to find us
Forty grippin' panties, sippin' and the seats are right behind us

Quick left, one blow, K.O.
Hit the road to the next episode
In the saga of a few fellas
Oh what the hell, I guess I better tell ya

It's Friday night, I got a brand new kick on
Up in the Henny, for me to get bent on
Hit the country club then picked up ML
Eighty west, back to the hotel

At the telly, Bones is doin' butt work
Johnny Z had his hand up a miniskirt
The Latina in the corner started to flirt
And I knew that when she saw me baby doll was gonna jaw me

Set for the night so I took her to my ride
Grab my Mickey and my Buddha and I met her outside
Who-ride, brother strikin' through to be seen
A Lexus 400 to the triple gold Z's

Acid in my bottle, so I gotta get some more
Put the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store
'Cause you know what I mean when I'm feelin' kinda funky
A sick honky, straight goin' donkey

Money in my sock, jimmy in the glove
Layin' in the Lexus, I'm about to make good love
And burn rubber up the block
Back to the telly, I gotta get some new cock, new cock

Ah naw, could it be?
I just got a page an' a broad wanna do me
Hooked it up, told her meet me at my hotel
She had a friend with her so I called TL

Soothe me up, Sally wanna meet Dick
And Monty licked, so try an' make it real quick
Shit

Aw yeah, I jumped in the F-train
But wait a minute, we gotta hit the store man
I got to get some gum and some Tic-Tac's
Two tall cans and a packet of Blackjack's

We got the goods, now we're headin' for the ho down
There goes the telly, so fella won't you slow down
Park the ride in the front like a sick one
Just in case, we gotta bust a quick one

Lock the load, let's go look for like 118
But lay low 'cause I really don't wanna be seen
Is this the room? Aw yeah, that's the right one
I got the black broad and you got the white one

So hit the lights man, I just might man
Try an' throw this thing all night an'
Get her so sprung that she'll drop some ale
So I can catch turn and hit another hotel

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Nowalaters - Lyrics - The Coup

Title: Nowalaters
Artist: The Coup
Composer(s): Raymond Lawrence Riley

Lyric:
Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush
And I'm implyin' I ain't had no business cryin'
'Cause we used the rubber twice
And we knew that shit was dyin' to bust

Well, we was only seventeen
But you was older in between
And in my fresh Adidas fits
I used to come more clean than Jeru
Jerkin' off in a can of chlorine

Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in
A nymphomaniac was with it
That's just a clip, more experience
Be on my chest when I was put to the test
You said, "Goddamn nigga, that ain't how ya get it in"

Dashboards for the leverage
Tall cans for beverage
The weed can make you courageous
Make a Honda Civic seem so spacious
Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway

You smelled like care-free curl and nowalaters, baby
Said you liked high-top fades and Jesse Johnson's crazy
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much, today I'm still campaignin'

The lake don't smell so bad now, do it
Don't trip off ya hair, baby, just re-glue it
The windows is fogged up, can't nobody view it?
Put down the O E and turn up the Howard Hewett

And some more, we had things to discuss
Like how we do it, we got amniotic fluid
And a baby floatin' though it
Hey, imagine if it look like us

It was me up in the vaginary
And I'ma love my kids whether real or imaginary
Quit school, work well depends at the mall
Next to Fashion Berry, operation cash and carry
Manual labor from six to noon

Makin' six kabooms
Got a baby that's fixin' to bloom
And he befits the groom plus grips the spoon
So let me twist the ploom
And inhale and emit the fumes

You smelled like care-free curl and nowalaters, baby
Said you liked high-top fades and Jesse Johnson's crazy
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much, today I'm still campaignin'

I was composed, I didn't even crack a frown
I was supposed to let my parents fall down
And show my ass when I found that the baby was
Four months early and around ten pounds

I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers
From those who don't really give a fuck about life
She said, "It ain't so much that they startin' out younger
It's just they supposed to be more like a wife"

Meanin' you ain't shit without a man to guide you
If ya mama tried to feed you that she lied too
Make ya grab any motherfucker that ride through
If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too

Plus I know that you must have been scared
It made it easy when the feelings were shared
Flashback to 20/20, I know you waitin' for the dollars
'Cause you knew I had funny money

Yellin' all loud like I'ma tear the whole hood up
Don't tempt me 'cause the real daddy stood up
He said, ?I was a mark for believin' in you
Now it's more that I'm seein' is true?

There's a few things I'd like to say in this letter
Like I wish I would've seen him grow
And ask my wife I learned to fuck much better
And thank you for lettin' me go
Yeah, thank you for lettin' me go
For real, thank you for lettin' me go

You smelled like care-free curl and nowalaters, baby
Said you liked high-top fades and Jesse Johnson's crazy
Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy
Learned a lot, thank you much, today I'm still campaignin'

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Photograph - Lyrics - Catching Tales - Jamie Cullum

Title: Photograph
Album: Catching Tales
Artist: Jamie Cullum
Composer(s): Jamie Cullum

Lyric:
Her name was written on a photograph
Right next to her red, sun burnt face
It all had happened in that long tall grass
About a mile from her old place

I can't remember how it started
And if it lasted that day in the sun

We said that we were going to study hard
We held our books instead of hands
She held a blanket over cans of beer
I can't deny I was so full of fear

It's just another story caught up
In another photograph I found
And it seems like another person lived
That life a great many years ago from now

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time

And there's the first time that I tried that stuff
I think I look a little green
I remember throwing up behind a bush
And I found it hard to use my feet

And who's that easily led little boy
Who's really off his head?

It was the same night that I kissed that girl
The tall one with the auburn hair
I remember laughing 'cause to kiss me
She had to sit down on a chair

And she tasted like the schnapps she'd drunk
And the cigarette she'd stolen from her mum
And it's just another story caught up
In another photograph I found

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time

When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time

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Shades Of Gray - Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Title: Shades Of Gray
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Composer(s): Robert Earl Keen

Lyric:
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned

Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin' over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo

Since then they've done their little dance right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita
We got 900 dollars and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once we cashed that check

Next day we heard the story on the local radio
We made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
And I swear we would have made it if it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us and a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin' it was all my fault

There were men and dogs and helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped out into the light
He told his men to turn us loose they put down their guns
He said these are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

So they left us by the roadside down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel said boys I'm going home
So we turned around to face our fate hung over but alive
On that mornin' in late April, Oklahoma, 1995

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray

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