Afroman - Airport lyrics

We gonna get high baby, we gonna get real high.. Wam, Bam, Thank you mam' Airport stress, the name of this jam Just keeps on bumpin Blunts i'm sparkin Three hours early can't find no parkin Ticket agent mad cuz I'm flagrant Hostile.. Smoke comin out my nostril Sick of paying airlines to disrespect me Let me guess, did the FAA select me I ain't caring man FAA stands for f** African Americans (Really though) I don't plant no bombs on children (Really though) I don't fly no planes into buildings (Really though) My luggage is the first you grab But what about this arab?(Calm Down) Take off my shoes I suppose that's fine But it's your nose, not mine Man i'm sick of the - (Chorus) Airport, The way i travel round (Bagcheck) Wish I, could keep my feet on solid ground (Random Search) Always, wanted to be a super star (Spread Your Legs) Now I, rather go home and drive my car (Check it again) The pilot, is a pencil neck geek The stuckup stewardess, never speaks Look honey, don't start no sh** You don't like your job? Quit I take a world, a cover Don't talk no job Have colt 45 next time i arrive Pretzels, Peanuts, Carrots, Cabbage Dude, who came up with this food Sittin in the middle is harmless Unless the fat people don't share the armrest Am i scared? A little, man Especially when im flyin on a, little plane Shiverin Shakin Quiverin Quakin Staggerin Stoppin No warnin just droppin Get more thoughts on my casket yall Bounce down the runway like a basketball (Chorus) It's on your face You can't hide it Your bag don't fit in space provided Sir! you need to check that in Walk through security once again The plane parked at the gate People jump up cuz they just can't wait Everybody can't make it to the aisle So they stand underneath that uh for a while I just sit in my seat and think Oh my lord I really feel sorry for your spinal chord Money, Greed, Creates the need For people to travel with speed Save more time Make more cash But what good is the cash If the airplane crash Flyin is faster, but i don't care I got the rest of my life to get there (Chorus)(Modified) Cadillac, the way I travel round Movin and groovin to the sound If I go over seas I will choose The love boat, and take a f**ing cruise So they gonna random select me about three or four times At the counter, at the security check point, and at the gate Then, naw, it get better, it get better Then, they got like these undercover airport cop That just come out the blue and just empty yo bag out right in the middle of the aisle.....