DESCRIPTION:
this a song that gets confused with crazy rap... great beat though, mad props to the man (that's right, Afroman) here comes lyrics, it's worth the read:
hey, play that beat over, man...
right on, make me feel all right
chorus colt 45 baby colt 45 hey
i love you honey
it's fro 20 and i gots to drive
through my neighborhood for some colt 45
huddle up hustle up liquor store breathin
move quickly everybody beefin
colt 45 2 zigzags
2 car loads expiring tags
liquor store empty get away parkin
just in case bullets start barkin (bhoa!)
flirt with the fine hoes crack jokes with the winos
i know where colt 45 is at in and out like that 20 seconds flat
money on the counter bye miss wallo
i can get shot if I take too long
right around the corner through the park
before the sheriff swim up like a shark (wheoaaaau!)
close the gate hop out the car start back selling my caviar
wassup my plastic cup my stereo all right
chorus
at the dawn smoke that tumbleweed
rough expression on my face
why do i like that nasty taste
maybe it's because i like the buzz
don't care who you iz or who you was
i cruise the avenue when smoking weed and having brew
let all four my windows down pound the ground with my OG sound
got warrants, it ain't fun getting handcuffed on a liquor store run
pretty women everywhere brother can't help but stop and stare
eyes lips teeth hair breasts thighs derriere
if she do or don't reply i still feel good that she walked by
chorus
works every time
remember that night I've seen you dog
drunk as hell and seen you frog
hug my neck shake my hand smoke that blunt with Afroman
hit that bong play my song put it on repeat all night long
platinum overseas gold in the states
i got a new album with LA tour dates
got my own label Mister Mixx on the turn table
Daryl Havard Octopus Prime play two different instruments at the same time
Jody Lone that's my drummer sure we'll be on tour this summer
talkin jive playin live sponsored by colt 45
chorus
smoke that tumbleweed
billy d williams is old i got a new billy d williams
you know what they call him what they call him man
they call him Afro-man walk with the limp get search by the police
buzzin like a bumblebee don't want nobody to worry me gettin on my nerves
I wanna get tipsy travel like a gipsy x2
now cars and houses I may not own but I'm a bad mf on the microphone
I drink it all day I drink it all night don't worry 'bout me baby I'm gonna be all right
buzzin like a bumblebee don't want nobody to worry me gettin on my nerves
tipsy travel like a gipsy x2