Key: E major•
Verse 1
E
B
E
F#
E
Afro (Afro)
Afroman (Afroman)
B
Afro (A fro) Afroman (Afroman)
Afro (Afro) Afroman (Afroman)
E
F#
Can I sell my dope? (Yes ya can)
E
Dm
Am
B
Dm
Let me floss my flow, floss my ho
B
E
Run my own campaign like
Am
Dm
I'm Ross Perot
E
Dm
Am
As the turntables spin easily
Dm
I reminisce on Easy- E
Verse 2
B
When I first started bangin
A
Am
Dm
E
Jher i curl star ted hangin
F#
9mm rangin
Am
G#
Am
B
If you wasn't playin Cube,
Am
or Sir Too Short
Dm
E
F
The homeboys might grab you by
F#
Am
G#m
your mother fuckin throat
Am
B
Am
And choke yo ass, choke yo ass
Dm
E
Drag you round the corner
Dm
and try to smoke yo ass
But anyway
B
Am
I'd like to thank all my
cluckheads that contributed
Dm
My rap tape just got distributed
Can a get a quarter? (Quarter)
From all the Mexicans down on
the border (Border)
B
C#m
I oughta get me a pound
Dm
(Pound)
C#m
Even if its on the wrong side of town
Dm
Is you down?
B
C#m
Dm
Get a gallon a wa ter (Water)
So I can smoke a loopstick with
ya daughter (I oughta)
Get me a 40 (40)
Get drunk befo I get to the party
(Oh lawdy lawdy)
Am
I can 't
Verse 3
Dm
wait till I get my wel fare check
Am
Dm
So I put me a fat sack of yay on deck
Am
Make a run for the border
Dm
in my blue Caprice
Am
Dm
Am
And order me a quarter piece
Mafucka!
East side ruler known well cause I thump
Dm
Am
Let my system bump
While I wait for the chump
Dm
Am
They put the dope on the scale
Dm
This bomb ass yayo
Am
I know it's gonna sell
Dm
Am
Back in Palmdale
Dm
I ain't afraid, it's time
Verse 4
Bb
Eb
Dm
to get paid
Am
Pass me the baggies and
Bb
Dm
Am
a razor blade
Dm
Ladie, dadie, I chop the rocks
Am
just like karate
Bb
Dm
Punk ya better ask somebody
Am
Stop bitching cause I'm able
Dm
Am
Put the dope on the kitchen table
Bbm
And watch me hook it up
Eb
Dm
Am
like cable
Dm
Wham! Bam! Baseheads
like Goooooood damn!
Buy yo dope from me!
Verse 5
Dm
If you a loner or a stoner
My rocks way bigger than them low
budget niggas round the corner
And they won't give you no love
If you don't buy a dime, dub, or above
So come to me when you need a fat nickle
And you can hit the pipe
in my stolen vehicle
They don't want yo pennies?
That's alright, I want em
I even take the pennies with
Am
Dm
the green spots on em
For the East Palmdaler being
a dope seller is hard
I accept your credit and your Ver
Am
Dm
sateller card
Am
Dm
AFDC, your food stamps too
I'm a baller but bitch I gotta eat like you
You think I'm smokin, but I ain't jokin
You can get a fat rock
for a gang of bus tokens
How you doin baby? I
need a soulmate
Your cuz told me you had Section 8
Verse 6
Dm
I know you ain't got no money
Am
Dm
in your pouch
Take a piece of this yay,
and let me sleep on the couch
B
Am
Bitch I'm for real, I'll go half on a bill
Dm
Your gar age just right
for my Coupe de Ville
B
Tell your badass kids,
Dm
Am
them hoodrat bitches
Dm
Don't be jumpin in my car and
fuckin with my switches
B
F#
Dm
Am
Dm
Hip, hop, chop the rock
Verse 7
Let the beat stop, it's time to re- cop
Dm
We can go to Compton,
Am
we can go to Watts
Dm
We can go to Long Beach I know
a gang of dope spots
B
Am
B
Am
I'm neutral, from the old school
Dm
E
I be buying dope from a dif
Dm
ferent gang of fools
B
Buy my drip from my Crip,
G#m
Dm
Am
Dm
pound of bud from my Blood
Then I buy some yay, from my ese
E
Dm
B
F#
B
On my way back
Am
to Palmdale
Dm
Got stopped by the sher
E
Dm
iff but I'm calm as hell
Verse 8
Dm
They pulled out heat
Put me face down in the street
Am
Handcuffed me,
threw me in the back seat
Dm
They searched my car
with a microscope
Am
Stupid ass white boys
couldn't find the dope
Dm
They took the handcuffs off but
Am
you know they still hate me
Dm
Racial remarks just to intimidate me
Write a ticket since I can't
Am
go to jail
Whatever they didn't
find the yayo, uh!
Dm
I don't Blood, I just Crip
Am
I don't tag I put the rocks
in a Ziploc bag
Dm
Am
I'm lookin too shady, me and JD
Hit you with the .380
Dm
So gimme gimme what you got
Hangin at the dope spot
Am
Try to jack and get got
Fuck around and get shot
(In the parking lot)
Dm
Be cool, fool, don't be uptight
Am
Money first, dope second,
everything's alright
Verse 9
F
Dm
I don't have the men tality of
some fool in a gang
It's the principality of the whole thing
If you wanna get high, get high
But don't fuck around and die
F
Mafucka!
Dm
I just wanna sell a rock,
I don't wanna pull the Glock
Dm
And lose the clientele on my block
Mad cause I shoulda been
more selective
Dm
Hiding in the bushes from
the homicide detect ive
Dm
Trigger fin ger itchin on me
Dm
G#
All my homeboys snitchin on me
Dm
Every body that's a friend of
me lookin like the enemy
Now I need to change my identity
Afro mothafuckin m- a- n bucaaaaw!
Dm
Yeah! If you just bought this tape
Cuz you made the right
choice mafuuucka
Dm
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