Afroman - Back 2 School lyrics

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Afroman - Back 2 School lyrics

Man my daddy told me, boy when I was your age, I had to walk 13 miles to school I said, Oh, is that why you didn't graduate? CHORUS: Talkin' noise with all of my homeboys Then we go back to school, yeah (Her titties bigger than they were last summer, know what I'm sayin?) With a mouthful of beer and a noseful of weeeeeed You know I been act a fool, yeah Mama, (Mama), go to the University of Smoking Marijuana (What?) All of my friends go to USC, so I'm gonna tag along and hit the bong with them Walkin' through the ma**es, lookin' for my cla**es I can't concentrate on the teacher, surrounded by titties and a**es Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes Laugh every time I have s** with a chick, Baby don't know I'm an ex-convict walkin round the campus with my fro on pick Every twenty seconds I'll be grabbin' my dick Full of alcohol at the football games Doin more d** than my n***a Rich James My GPA's droppin' at a very fast rate It would take a miracle for me to graduate Maybe I won't, maybe I will Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coupe Deville CHORUS How do I party (party) and still pa** I hardly (hardly) ever go to cla** Got a golden eagle on my stolen Regal If you bought it from me, it's illegal 'Cause I'm Afroman, the educated crip On a rock c**aine scholarship Cook that crack until it's done I use that for my Negro college fund Broke minorities, sellin' dope to those b**hes in sororities She's drinkin' one too many 40's She took her clothes off, now we're havin' orgys Baby I don't mean to act rude, But you told me you would never f** a black dude Colt 45 must have got you in the mood, To eat a fat dick like sum soul food CHORUS Hey fellas, can I get jiggy with it? Hey check this sh** out right here, Hey homeboy, don't stress, I got the answers to the test, My college professer smokes a lot of gra**, She's gonna make sure we pa**, That's how you pa** trigonometry, Sell dope to your teacher, use n******gnometry On the microphone, there's not a rapper bomb as me, And when the police pushin, nobody's calm as me Wait a minute, you know what's f**ed up Black people in college act stuck up So self-concsious, and insecure, You wanna speak back, but you really ain't sure Look at me, what do you see? You see the OG you ashamed to be So f** you, you pretty little rich frat boy, You can s** my dick just like that boy CHORUS I said honey, (honey), you got some s**y looks, You need money (money), to buy your textbooks Get it wet, and I can get it hard, We can slide your vaginal credit card Computer girl, come to my house and be my tutor girl, Before we study, can we smoke a little Buddha, girl? Raise your shirt, lick the nipples on your hooters, girl Open up your legs, baby your the girl Stick out your tongue and let me shoot it, girl You was playin with my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded, Down your thoat, and f**in exploded Tell your prejudice dad and mom, To email their comments to s** my dick.com Afro's the bomb, blowin' up like Vietnam CHORUS(x2)