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Afroman - Paranoid lyrics
how long can i say (you see life is like football you know what im saying) beeffo i have to go to jail you gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man can i possibley get real i mean you know you might get tackelled you know what im saying beeffo somebody go and see then againg you might fuck around and make a touch in im so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid paranoid one false move i can be destroyed (echo)be destroyed destroy the cops i use a deackoy see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy im so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid paranoid one false move i can be destroyed i destroy the cops i use a deackoy you see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy all my life i did nothin but dillin learnt to reliye on my good feelin yo name is squirt i know you from where i dont need to seem fishuse though you look surspishuse stop talking bout jokes on the telephone stop talking with a bunch of fucks to my home stop fuckin up calls before you come stop telling these bitches where you got it from how long can i say the sherif departments right down the block beeffo i have to go to jail past my beer so i can swallow this rock can i possibley get real past the task trying to kit in some renches beeffooh somebody go and see before the dea kick the door of the hinges im so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid pranoid one false move i can be destroyed i destroy the cops i use a deackoy you see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy im so paranoid stressed stressed paranoid paranoid one false move i can be destroyed i destroy the cops i use a deackoy you see my mother fuckin driver he's a white boy as i fell down the street with my cackeys crease everybody looking at me while the police haveing conversations with my gang of sailors do you think we under holy savalonts asking questions giving suggestions pulling smiths in westerns on strange perdetrians looking cracked up now the fields stacked up hope the cops dont backup here they come man how long can i say the sherif departments right down the block beeffo i have to go to jail pass my beer so i can swallow this rock can i possibly get real hurry up pass the task trying to kit in some renches beeffo somebody go and see oh before the d e a kick the door of the hinges maybe i aughter start selling water spend more time with my son and my daughter but you outlife drove me away from my wife she couldnt deal with the stressed that the strike the cocane rock and the hoad chase rock late night knock in the drive way block in later night i found outside a rapping but i gotta sell top to a half for how long hey who is that who is that man see you all fuckin up i got these looks yo man little rich kids comin right over here thats what im saying now they cant even laider there parents what the fuck you think you gonna do when the police crash the crying and shit afroman so stupid mummy he stays over there how long can i say the sherif departments right down the block beeffo i have to got to jail pass my beer so i can swallow this rock can i possibley get real pass the task trying to kit in some renches beeffo somebody go and see oh before the d e a kick the door of the hinges im so paranoid now god lay me day asleep before the cops rapeist give me a beer if they accidently kill me and i dont escape and a white person gotta video to take twinkle twinkle twinkle little little star that looks (echo) like a holy (echo) car shining on my dope (echo) spot a holy rade a home (echo) a little little home oh my god im thinner then i fuckin (echo) run (echo) where i run i dont (echo) care though that dope (echo) any anywhere cops cops chasing through the woods straight straight in to the woods camera fly like leapords i hear german german sheapards freeze hold it right right there drug dealers night nightmare busted crack crimin criminal caught no blacks surpport hangcuffs very tight tight thats the chury all white they could never be my pears sinity twenty years this this rap so damn real im glad i gotta record deal if i dont sell a meal this could happen still what a predic of it |
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