Testo Basehead Boogie - Afroman
Testo della canzone Basehead Boogie (Afroman), tratta dall'album Sell Your Dope
Afro (Afro) Afroman (Afroman)
Afro (Afro) Afroman (Afroman)
Afro (Afro) Afroman (Afroman)
Can I sell my dope? (Yes ya can)
Let me floss my flow, floss my hoe
Run my own campaign like I'm Ross Perot
As the turntables spin easily
I reminisce on Easy-E
When I first started bangin'
Jheri curl started hangin'
Nine millimeter rangin'
If you wasn't playin' Cube, or Sir Too Short
The homeboys might grab you by your motherfuckin' throat
And choke yo ass, choke yo ass
Drag you round the corner and try to smoke yo ass, but anyway
I'd like to thank all my cluckheads that contributed
My rap tape just got distributed
Can a get a quarter? (Quarter)
From all the Mexicans down on the border (border)
I oughta get me a pound (pound)
Even if its on the wrong side of town, is you down?
Get a gallon a water (water)
So I can smoke a loopstick with ya daughter (I oughta)
Get me a 40 (40)
Get drunk befo I get to the party (oh, lawdy lawdy)
I can't wait 'til I get my welfare check
So I put me a fat sack of yay on deck
Make a run for the border in my blue Caprice
And order me a quarter piece, mafucka!
East side ruler known well 'cause I thump
Let my system bump
While I wait for the chump
They put the dope on the scale
This bomb ass yayo
I know it's gonna sell
Back in Palmdale
I ain't afraid, it's time to get paid
Pass me the baggies and a razor blade
Ladie, dadie, I chop the rocks just like karate
Punk ya better ask somebody
Stop bitching 'cause I'm able
Put the dope on the kitchen table
And watch me hook it up like cable
Wham, bam! Base-heads like goddamn!
Buy yo dope from me!
If you a loner or a stoner
My rocks way bigger than them low budget niggas round the corner
And they won't give you no love
If you don't buy a dime, dub, or above
So come to me when you need a fat nickle
And you can hit the pipe in my stolen vehicle
They don't want yo pennies? That's alright, I want 'em
I even take the pennies with the green spots on 'em
For the East Palmdaler being a dope seller is hard
I accept your credit and your Versateller card
AFDC, your food stamps too
I'm a baller but bitch I gotta eat like you
You think I'm smokin', but I ain't jokin'
You can get a fat rock for a gang of bus tokens
How you doin' baby? I need a soulmate
Your 'cause told me you had Section 8
I know you ain't got no money in your pouch
Take a piece of this yay, and let me sleep on the couch
Bitch I'm for real, I'll go half on a bill
Your garage just right for my Coupe de Ville
Tell your badass kids, them hood rat bitches
Don't be jumpin' in my car and fuckin' with my switches
Hip, hop, chop the rock
Let the beat stop, it's time to re-cop
We can go to Compton, we can go to Watts
We can go to Long Beach I know a gang of dope spots
I'm neutral, from the old school
I be buying dope from a different gang of fools
Buy my drip from my Crip, pound of bud from my blood
Then I buy some yay, from my ese
On my way back to Palmdale
Got stopped by the sheriff but I'm calm as hell
They pulled out heat
Put me face down in the street
Handcuffed me, threw me in the back seat
They searched my car with a microscope
Stupid ass white boys couldn't find the dope
They took the handcuffs off but you know they still hate me
Racial remarks just to intimidate me
Write a ticket since I can't go to jail
Whatever they didn't find the yayo, uh!
I don't Blood, I just crip
I don't tag I put the rocks in a ziploc bag
I'm lookin' too shady, me and JD
Hit you with the 380
So gimme gimme what you got
Hangin' at the dope spot
Try to jack and get got
Fuck around and get shot (in the parking lot)
Be cool, fool, don't be uptight
Money first, dope second, everything's alright
I don't have the mentality of some fool in a gang
It's the principality of the whole thing
If you wanna get high, get high
But don't fuck around and die, Mafucka!
I just wanna sell a rock, I don't wanna pull the Glock
And lose the clientele on my block
Mad 'cause I shoulda been more selective
Hiding in the bushes from the homicide detective
Trigger finger itchin' on me
All my homeboys snitchin' on me
Everybody that's a friend of me lookin' like the enemy
Now I need to change my identity
Afro mothafucking M-A-N
Yeah! If you just bought this tape 'cause you made the right choice mafucka
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Writer(s): Joseph Foreman
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