Afroman - Paranoid lyrics

Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay Muthaf**az at mah house waitin' right now 'cause Aiight How long can sell? (You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?) Before I have to go to jail (You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man) Can I possibly get real? (I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?) Before somebody go and snitch (Then again, you might f** around and make a touch down) I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid One false move, I can be destroyed I avoid the cops, I use a decoy See my motherf**in' driver, he's a white boy I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid One false move, I can be destroyed To avoid the cops, I use a decoy You see my motherf**in' driver, he's a white boy All my life I did nothin' but dealin' Learned to rely on my gut feelin' Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where? I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious Stop talking 'bout d** on the telephone Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home Stop f**in' up, call me before you come Stop telling these b**hes where you got it from How long can I sell? The Sheriff departments right down the block Before I have to go to jail Pa** my beer so I can swallow this rock Can I possibly get real? Pa** the tabs the turnakit and syringes Before somebody go snitch Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid One false move I can be destroyed I avoid the cops I use a decoy You see my motherf**in' driver, he's a white boy I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid One false move, I can be destroyed I avoid the cops, I use a decoy You see my motherf**in' driver, he's a white boy As I bail down the street with my khakis creased Everybody looking at me look like the police Havin' conversations with my gang a**ailants Do you think, we under police surveillance? Asking questions giving suggestions Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell? The Sheriff department's right down the block Before I have to go to jail Pa** my beer so I can swallow this rock Can I possibly get real? Hurry up, pa** the tabs, turnakit and syringes Before somebody go and snitch Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water Spend more time with my son and my daughter But my drug life drug me away from my wife She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife The c**aine rockin' and the hood rats jockin' The late night knockin' the drive way blockin' Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin' But I gotta sell dope till it happen For how long? Hey, who is that, who is that man? See you all f**in' up, I got these looks Yo man little rich kids comin' over here That's what I'm saying now You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents What the f** you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em? Get to crying and sh**, Afroman sold it to me mommy He stays over there How long can I sell? The Sheriff departments right down the block Before I have to go to jail Pa** my beer so I can swallow this rock Can I possibly get real? Pa** the tabs the turnakit and syringes Before somebody go snitch Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep Before the cops rape, please give me a beat If they accidently k** me and I don't escape Pray some white person, gotta video tape Twinkle twinkle little little star That looks like a police car Shining on my dope spot A police raid I hope not Little little homie hold my gun I'm gonna f**in' run Where I run, I don't care Throw that dope, anywhere Cops chase me, through the hood Straight in to the woods camera Fly like lepord's I hear, German Shepards Freeze, hold it right there Drug dealers, nightmare Busted crack, criminal court No black support Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still What a predicament