The Good Times
Afroman lyrics
Afroman lyrics
"Sell Your Dope Lyrics"
I Turn To You Lyrics
A silent house, moonlit walls Shadows move like ghosts down empty halls The daily news lies on the floor A crazy world waits outside my door As life goes on Chorus: I turn to you Lord In my hour of desperation When the waters of my life are running dry I turn to you Lord And I find the inspiration To believe my dreams are worth and honest try In a world that breaks your heart in two I turn to You In crowded streets,
A silent house, moonlit walls Shadows move like ghosts down empty halls The daily news lies on the floor A crazy world waits outside my door As life goes on Chorus: I turn to you Lord In my hour of desperation When the waters of my life are running dry I turn to you Lord And I find the inspiration To believe my dreams are worth and honest try In a world that breaks your heart in two I turn to You In crowded streets,
A few words of inspiration
This song is dedicated to hustlers standing on the curb
Smokin herb, movin weight from the inner city to the suburbs
Paranoid of jail, pocket full of yall, just waitin on another sale
Sip your beer wipe your tears encourage your peers its gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright sell your dope make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right
You and your girl argue every night sell
your dope especially when your pockets tight
You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white
sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
Hey whattup lil inchworm
I hope this letter make you feel just a lil bit better
Got your t-shirt picked your khakis creased
so you can be g'd up when you get released
Me and my homeboys put together some Jimmys
to buy some beer and a couple of strippers
You can use my car till you find another
cant wait till you get home
What About Us? Lyrics
R. Jerkins] Whoo! Yeah, darkchild B-Rock let's go Why don't you return my calls? Why you trip out where I be? You don't ever come to see me You say that you're too busy (what?) What the hell? I don't have time Why you messin' with my mind? I can find another guy Someone who will treat me right I don't need this bull ish I won't put up with it, any longer You can, go if you want I don't, need you pity I will, b
but later on R. Jerkins] Whoo! Yeah, darkchild B-Rock let's go Why don't you return my calls? Why you trip out where I be? You don't ever come to see me You say that you're too busy (what?) What the hell? I don't have time Why you messin' with my mind? I can find another guy Someone who will treat me right I don't need this bull ish I won't put up with it, any longer You can, go if you want I don't, need you pity I will, b
that money you get from your GR check
should be enough to put you back on deck
now I know you on parole but don't be scared
this time we be prepared
fuck the feds don't say shit to your broad
Keep your dope stashed in your neighbors yard
When they kick in the door with they steel toed boot
Won't find nothin but a lawsuit, baby baby
Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight
You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
Your baby momma she might trip
cuz you hangin with a Crip tryin to clock your grip
She can't help a black man out
but when bills come around she's got her hand out
The baby needs pampers and Similac..
Plus you need rims for your Cadillac<
Modern Love Affair Lyrics
Who was it called this romance! The fool with feathers in his head A river to be sold down, the book that we both read An empty lounge in some hotel A fighter's thoughts before the bell The film we first held hands at A song that told us "No Regrets" We asked for Mother's handouts, you ask and we shall get The money saved and money spent The early morning arguments Is this a modern love
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Ignore your girl when she starts trippinWho was it called this romance! The fool with feathers in his head A river to be sold down, the book that we both read An empty lounge in some hotel A fighter's thoughts before the bell The film we first held hands at A song that told us "No Regrets" We asked for Mother's handouts, you ask and we shall get The money saved and money spent The early morning arguments Is this a modern love
keep them kilos flippin Dayton's dipin
We can expand by a little land
hand the dope game down to the next man
Buy a little business clean the money
look at the cops funny hey hey hey
Frontin in your caddy or a beat up Taurus
got the baby gangsters sellin shit for us
we can dance underwater and not get wet
Sell crack on the internet but not yet
Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight
You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right
You and your girl argue every night
sell your dope especially when your pockets tight
What's Ya Take On Cassavettes Lyrics
We've talked about it in letters. And we've talked about it on the phone. But how you really feel about it. I don't really know. What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? Misogynist? Genius? Misogynist? Genius? Misogynist? Genius? Misogynist? Genius? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassa
You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't whiteWe've talked about it in letters. And we've talked about it on the phone. But how you really feel about it. I don't really know. What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? Misogynist? Genius? Misogynist? Genius? Misogynist? Genius? Misogynist? Genius? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassavettes? What's your take on Cassa
sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right
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[singing and talking]
Early in the morning when I get outta bed
I chop up some quarter pieces and get ready for my cluck heads
I sell it all day baby you sell it all night long
Till the 15th comes around and everybody is all gone
I go out and buy some activator turn my fro into a jheri curl
Put the Daytona's on my lac and then I go scoop up my little girl
Baby don't try to change me if I go to the pen
Cuz when the white man lets me go I'm gonan do the same old thing again
Everything is gonna be aright SELL YOUR DOPE
Make your money every night
Them brothers around the corner they wanna start a fight
SELL YOUR DOPE keep on hustlin till your moneys right
You and your girl argue every night
Sell your dope especially when your pockets tight
You cant find a job cuz your skin ain't white
Sell your dope brother you know this world ain't right