Afroman - Bak 2 School lyrics

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)(hell 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 ma**es, lookin 4 my cla**es, i cant concentrate on the teachers, surrounded by titties and a**es. Spent alota money on sum brand new clothes tryin impress these brand new hoes, laugh every time i have s** 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 dick, fulla achohol at the footbal games, doin more d** then my n***a 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 pa**, i hardley ever go to cla**, 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 c**aine scollership, cook that crack untill its done, use that 4 me negroe college funds. Broke minoritys sellin dope to them b**hes 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**af**a black dude, Colt 45 musta got u in the mood to eat a fat dick 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*)GERAgra**, she gunna make sure we (*rooster*) WUCKWUCKA pa**, thats how u pa** triagnomitry, sell dope to yur teacher use n***anomitry, on the microphone theres not a rapper bomb as me and on the police pressure nobody calm as me ya know whats (*rooster*)FIGGAf**ed 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** u, u pretty lil rich frat boy u can s** my dick just like that boy Chorus I said "honey ya got sum s**y looks, ya need money to buy yur text books" get it wet and i can it hard and we can slide yur vaginal credit card, computer girl, cum 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**in explode it, tell ya predigest dad and ma to send their comments to "s**mydick.com" Afro's da bomb, blowin up like Vientnam (*rooster*) BUCKOCK Chorus Im the honely husla Afrom-muthaf**uin-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 s** me dry, but y'all cant have no money and u know y, ill tell ya y, go s** Dr. Dre up, s**a dick untill ya hicciup, fu*kA!