Testo There's A Price 2 Pay - Afroman
Testo della canzone There's A Price 2 Pay (Afroman), tratta dall'album Sell Your Dope
There's a price to pay for the girls you lay
Life's gonna hand you a bill one day
Before your freedom or your life get took
Get a wife or a Playboy book
Sittin at a red light, tryin to get my head right
This girl passed with a monster ass
Mentally distracted, I mannishly reacted
My penis expanded, her number I demanded
The questions I asked her was nice and discreet
But now she's in my passenger seat, turn on the beat
Went to my castle, fucked without a hassle
Oh it felt great in her asshole
She was sexy, seductive, her name was Morgan
I loved the way she sucked my reproductive organ
I rode it and rode it, finally unloaded
Went to the bathroom because I couldn't hold it
Oh I looked down and I was trippin
Because I seen blood drippin
Off the tip of my penis, it don't take a genius
To figure she's a virgin, scrub my dick with detergent
I'm in the mix if you know what I mean
Cuz the girl is only sixteen
Your nipples are hard, your booty is soft
But cutie I need to drop you off, pass my keys
Smashin down the street, tryin to get rid of the broad
But her momma standin in the front yard
Lookin at me weird cuz I'm gangsta geared
I look kinda old with a fro and a beard
She looked at me as if I was Satan
I smashed off on my hundred spoked Daytons
Turned the shit up, had the bass cold woppin
Stressin like a motherfucker goin back to Compton
Turned down the street and I was skatin homey
Sheriff's department straight waitin on me
"We just need to ask a few questions homey"
Why the fuck you puttin these handcuffs on me?
Got to the station now they tellin me
That shit I did was a felony
Maybe you can release your rap tape
When you're through doin time for statutory rape
There's a price to pay for the girls you lay
Life's gonna hand you a bill one day
Before your freedom or your life get took
Get a wife or a Playboy book
Met this girl named Kim workin at M&M's
She was nice and slim, she got a man but she don't talk to him
You know, let her tell it
Sniff that pussy, you can probably smell it
Anyway she got a baby of course of course
Her and her man is goin through a divorce
We kept talkin so good so far
We started walkin back to my car
Fired up the engine, went to my house
Pulled down my pants, started cheatin on my spouse
With a slow tempo, I fucked the broad
But she's a nympho, bitch like it fast and hard
Oh my God this girl is odd
Lost my vision as I shot my wad
Put on my pants, cocked up my gat
I gotta get rid of this hood rat
Cuz she callin other men on my telephone
It's time for this bitch to take her ass home
After ejaculation
Took the bitch home with no conversation
No more Luther or Xscape
I pulled up my old white Too $hort tape
I'm playin "Dope Fiend Beat" and the shit still hit
I'mma make the bitch walk if she talk some shit
Got to her house, banked on the curb
Threw my head back, fired up some herb
She asked me, "Do you wanna come in?"
I said "Wait a minute woman, who do you live with?"
She said "I'm single, I don't play that shit
I don't lie, I tell every guy
You gotta call me first before you come by"
I said "Alright"
Put my car in park, then I walked inside
I hit the alarm on my '83 Caddy
She was yippin and yappin about her baby daddy
Talkin with a hoochie pitch
She called her baby daddy a little ol' bitch
Talkin shit, loud and fast
Bitch talkin bout she kicked his ass
Said she socked him, like a little ol' ho
But we was disturbed by a knock on the door
Damn, who is that? Where's my gat?
I hope I don't die fuckin with this hood rat
I'm tryin to be one of those Palmdale Playaz
But now I'm caught in some chaos
But now I'm caught in some chaos
But now I'm caught - anyway man
The TV and the radio was playin
I couldn't quite figure out what they was sayin
They voices started escalatin
And I'm sittin on the couch debatin
Should I stay? Should I leave?
Should I grab the bitch by her fuckin weave?
Sock her in the eye, bitch don't lie
You knew your baby daddy was fixin to come by
And you invited me in
Now look at the shape I'm in
My palms was sweaty, my muscles was tense
I stood up fool, I couldn't take the suspense
I walked to the door, kinda nervous
I'm not ready for a funeral service
Opened up the door, calm and cool
I got eye contact with the fool
She talked about him as if he was small
Come to find out he like seven feet tall
I spoke, he spoke, he gave me a pound with his hand
I walked right past the man
Jumped in my '83 Cadillac
Drove down the street then I never came back
Went to the house, grabbed the mic and started rappin
About the scandalous shit that coulda happened
There's a price to pay for the girls you lay
Life's gonna hand you a bill one day
Before your freedom or your life get took
Get a wife or a Playboy book
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Writer(s): Joseph Foreman
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