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lirik lagu back to school – afroman

man my daddy told me “boy wen i waz your age i had to walk 13 miles to school”
i said “oh is that y u didnt graduate” (hahaha)(h-ll yea)

chours
talkin noise wit all my home boyz, fiddin to go bak 2 school,
wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, you kno im fiddin to act a foo

verse 1
mamma mamma, go to the university of smokin marajuana, alla my friends go to usc
so ima tag along and hit the bong wit them, walk in through the m-sses,
lookin 4 my cl-sses, i cant concentrate on the teachers, surrounded by t-tties and -sses.
spent alota money on sum brand new clothes tryin impress these brand new hoes,
laugh every time i have s-x wit a chick, baby dont kno im a ex convict,
walkn round the campus wit my fro on pick
every 20 seconds i be grabin my d-ck, fulla achohol at the footbal games,
doin more drugs then my n-gg- rick james, my gpa’s dropin at a very fast rate,
it’ll take a mirical 4 me to graduate, maybe i wont, maybe i will, stressed out
popin pills in ma coupe deville.

chorus

verse 2
how do i party and still p-ss, i hardley ever go to cl-ss, i got a golden eagle
on my stolen reel, if u bought it from me its illegal, ’cause im afroman the
educated crip on a rock cocaine scollership, cook that crack untill its done,
use that 4 me negroe college funds.
broke minoritys sellin dope to them b-tches in sorieties, shes drikin 1 too many
40’s, she took her clothes off now we havin orgies (-rooster- buckbuckupakaaaaaa)
baby i dont mean to act rude but u told be u woud never (-rooster-)f–kaf–ka black dude, colt 45 musta got u in the mood to eat a fat d-ck like a (-rooster-)sigga sould food.

chorus

hey fellas can i get jiggy wit it ya so check it out rite ya, hey home (-rooster-) biggabigga boy dont
stress, i got the answers to the (-rooster-) tiggatigga test, my college
professa smoke alot (-rooster-)geragr-ss, she gunna make sure we (-rooster-) wuckwucka p-ss, thats
how u p-ss triagnomitry, sell dope to yur teacher use n-gg-nomitry, on the
microphone theres not a rapper bomb as me and on the police pressure n-body calm as me
ya know whats (-rooster-)figgaf–ked up, black people in college at so (-rooster-) stigga stuck up, so
self conciense and insequer, ya wanna speak black but ya really aint sure, look
at me, whatdya see ya, ya see the og u ashamed to be, so f–k u, u pretty lil
rich frat boy u can suck my d-ck just like that boy

chorus

i said “honey ya got sum s-xy looks, ya need money to buy yur text books” get
it wet and i can it hard and we can slide yur v-g-n-l credit card, computer
girl, c-m to my house and be my toutor girl, before we study can we smoke a lil
booda girl, raise yur shirt and lick the nipples on yu hootaz girl, open up yur
legs baby u da girl, stick out yur tounge and let me shoot it girl
(-rooster-)buckock
you wuz playin wit my floppy and my hard drive, download it, down ya throat,
f–kin explode it, tell ya predigest dad and ma to send their comments to

(-rooster-) buckock
chorus

im the honely husla afrom-m-th-f–kuin-m.a.n, give a mad shout out to all my
gmosobbies up there in palmbdale, califrnia, or i like to call it pimpdale,
pimpafountra, and to all my fams way to there in caldiysberg, mississippi, or
should i call it cadies-herb-, missa=hippie, but im gunna combinded the 2 so im
gunna show the whole world to give a shout out to palmbberg, calisippi and
paddisdale, missafonny, lord have mercy thats that marajuna talkin (marajunana
talkin!)
and givin a mad shout out to all the paracites, like misquitos, or should i say
misquite-hos, hoverin round me like ya wanna suck me dry, but y’all cant have
no money and u know y, ill tell ya y, go suck dr. dre up, sucka d-ck untill ya
hicciup, f–ka!

- afroman

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