Tall Cans Lyrics
| Song | Tall Cans |
| Artist | Afroman |
| Album | The Good Times |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Joseph Foreman | |
| Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit! | |
| Now I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I'm yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I'm lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' [Chorus - repeat 4X] | |
| Afroman likes tall cans | |
| Now I'm a afroholic, call me | |
| Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can | |
| My homies pop the forty of some | |
| St. I's Now that mother uh! staggerin from side to side | |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood | |
| We look real bad but we feel so good | |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish | |
| I need some forty ounce mother uh! | |
| Old English | |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin | |
| Drink it down down until | |
| I get that crazy feelin | |
| Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I'm yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I'm lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' [Chorus] | |
| See these girls be actin all bad and rude | |
| Always gotta bad attitude | |
| See I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture | |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha | |
| I gots no fame, | |
| I gots no wealth | |
| So I whined up dancin by my | |
| God damn self | |
| But I pay my money, just like you | |
| And baby I'ma do what | |
| I came to do | |
| You see I can't wait around till | |
| I get rich | |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch | |
| So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I'm yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I'm lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' [Chorus] | |
| I stepped into this party full of | |
| Mexicans I didn't realize | |
| I was the only black man | |
| One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter | |
| I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas | |
| I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup | |
| She kept on steppin back so | |
| I kept on steppin up | |
| This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head | |
| I knew if | |
| I moved I was officially dead | |
| That had to be his woman, | |
| I know it doggonit | |
| That ain't the first time that | |
| I got confronted got my qute wat up ese get the fuck outta here | |
| I said I'm gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer | |
| Cause I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I'm yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I'm lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' [Chrous] | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O HO HO HO | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O HO HO HO | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| Yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I'm lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' | |
| Outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' [Chorus] | |
| Well I'm a afroholic, call me | |
| Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can | |
| My homie pop the forty of some | |
| St. I's Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side | |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood | |
| We look real bad but we feel so good | |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won't extinguish | |
| I need some forty ounce mother fucking | |
| Old English | |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin | |
| Drink it diggy diggy down till | |
| I get that crazy feelin | |
| I'm just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I'm yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I'm lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' | |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' [Chorus] | |
| Now these women be actin all bad and rude | |
| Always gotta bad attitude | |
| You see I just wanna dance, why can't you get the picture | |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha | |
| I gots no fame, | |
| I gots no wealth | |
| So I whined up dancin by my | |
| God damn self | |
| But I pay my money, just like you | |
| And baby I'ma do what | |
| I came to do | |
| You see I can't wait around till | |
| I get rich | |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch | |
| So I'm walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I'm yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I'm lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain't no mo' | |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' [Chorus - speeds up at end] |
| zuo qu : Joseph Foreman | |
| Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit! | |
| Now I' m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus repeat 4X | |
| Afroman likes tall cans | |
| Now I' m a afroholic, call me | |
| Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can | |
| My homies pop the forty of some | |
| St. I' s Now that mother uh! staggerin from side to side | |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood | |
| We look real bad but we feel so good | |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won' t extinguish | |
| I need some forty ounce mother uh! | |
| Old English | |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin | |
| Drink it down down until | |
| I get that crazy feelin | |
| Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| See these girls be actin all bad and rude | |
| Always gotta bad attitude | |
| See I just wanna dance, why can' t you get the picture | |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha | |
| I gots no fame, | |
| I gots no wealth | |
| So I whined up dancin by my | |
| God damn self | |
| But I pay my money, just like you | |
| And baby I' ma do what | |
| I came to do | |
| You see I can' t wait around till | |
| I get rich | |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch | |
| So I' m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| I stepped into this party full of | |
| Mexicans I didn' t realize | |
| I was the only black man | |
| One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter | |
| I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas | |
| I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup | |
| She kept on steppin back so | |
| I kept on steppin up | |
| This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head | |
| I knew if | |
| I moved I was officially dead | |
| That had to be his woman, | |
| I know it doggonit | |
| That ain' t the first time that | |
| I got confronted got my qute wat up ese get the fuck outta here | |
| I said I' m gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer | |
| Cause I' m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chrous | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O HO HO HO | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O HO HO HO | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| Yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| Well I' m a afroholic, call me | |
| Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can | |
| My homie pop the forty of some | |
| St. I' s Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side | |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood | |
| We look real bad but we feel so good | |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won' t extinguish | |
| I need some forty ounce mother fucking | |
| Old English | |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin | |
| Drink it diggy diggy down till | |
| I get that crazy feelin | |
| I' m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| Now these women be actin all bad and rude | |
| Always gotta bad attitude | |
| You see I just wanna dance, why can' t you get the picture | |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha | |
| I gots no fame, | |
| I gots no wealth | |
| So I whined up dancin by my | |
| God damn self | |
| But I pay my money, just like you | |
| And baby I' ma do what | |
| I came to do | |
| You see I can' t wait around till | |
| I get rich | |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch | |
| So I' m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' Chorus speeds up at end |
| zuò qǔ : Joseph Foreman | |
| Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit! shit! shit! | |
| Now I' m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus repeat 4X | |
| Afroman likes tall cans | |
| Now I' m a afroholic, call me | |
| Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can | |
| My homies pop the forty of some | |
| St. I' s Now that mother uh! staggerin from side to side | |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood | |
| We look real bad but we feel so good | |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won' t extinguish | |
| I need some forty ounce mother uh! | |
| Old English | |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin | |
| Drink it down down until | |
| I get that crazy feelin | |
| Now just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| See these girls be actin all bad and rude | |
| Always gotta bad attitude | |
| See I just wanna dance, why can' t you get the picture | |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha | |
| I gots no fame, | |
| I gots no wealth | |
| So I whined up dancin by my | |
| God damn self | |
| But I pay my money, just like you | |
| And baby I' ma do what | |
| I came to do | |
| You see I can' t wait around till | |
| I get rich | |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch | |
| So I' m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| I stepped into this party full of | |
| Mexicans I didn' t realize | |
| I was the only black man | |
| One hand on my bottle, the other on my peter | |
| I barked like a dog and started freakin senoritas | |
| I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup | |
| She kept on steppin back so | |
| I kept on steppin up | |
| This vaco strolled up, put his gun to my head | |
| I knew if | |
| I moved I was officially dead | |
| That had to be his woman, | |
| I know it doggonit | |
| That ain' t the first time that | |
| I got confronted got my qute wat up ese get the fuck outta here | |
| I said I' m gone mother fucker, now gimme my beer | |
| Cause I' m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Run outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chrous | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O HO HO HO | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O HO HO HO | |
| HO HO HO H | |
| O Walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| Yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Outta doe, slap the hoe, get the do' and go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| Well I' m a afroholic, call me | |
| Afroman Love to sag my khakis with a tall can | |
| My homie pop the forty of some | |
| St. I' s Now that knucklehead staggerin from side to side | |
| We the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood | |
| We look real bad but we feel so good | |
| My thirst is quenched but my cravin won' t extinguish | |
| I need some forty ounce mother fucking | |
| Old English | |
| Put the top in my mouth put the bottom to the ceilin | |
| Drink it diggy diggy down till | |
| I get that crazy feelin | |
| I' m just walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' Chorus | |
| Now these women be actin all bad and rude | |
| Always gotta bad attitude | |
| You see I just wanna dance, why can' t you get the picture | |
| Act like a brother wanna move in with cha | |
| I gots no fame, | |
| I gots no wealth | |
| So I whined up dancin by my | |
| God damn self | |
| But I pay my money, just like you | |
| And baby I' ma do what | |
| I came to do | |
| You see I can' t wait around till | |
| I get rich | |
| Just to make yo gold diggin attitude switch | |
| So I' m walkin down the street with some chicken and a forty | |
| I' m yellin at these hoochies and | |
| I' m lookin for a party | |
| Drink it fast, make it last, till you know it ain' t no mo' | |
| Outta doe, here we go back to that liquor sto' Chorus speeds up at end |
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