Afroman Tumbleweed Lyrics:
(Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it.
It was this blind man, right? Man, check this out-
it was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his
way down the street with this stick, right? Hey.
He walked past this fish market, you know what I'm
sayin'? He stopped, he took a deep breath, he
said, Woooooo, good morning, ladies. You like that
shit, man? Hey, man, I got a gang of that shit,
man. I tell you what- my man on the guitar, fool
on the drums, everybody just crowd around the mic,
I'll tell you all these mutha-fuckin' jokes. But
first, I'ma start it off like this. Hey, help me
sing it, homeboy.) Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby
that's all we need. We can go to the park after
dark, smoke that tumbleweed. And as the marijuana
burns we can take our turns, singing them dirty
rap songs Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and
Chong, sell tapes from here to Hong Kong. So roll,
roll, roll my joint. Pick out the seeds and stems.
Feelin' high as hell flyin' through Palmdale,
skatin' on Dayton rims. So roll, roll the '83
Cadillac Coup de Ville. If my tapes and my cds
just don't sell, I bet my caddy will.

Well it was just sundown in a small white town.
They call it Eastside Palmdale. When the Afroman
walked through the white land, houses went up for
sale. Well, I was standin' on the corner sellin'
rap cds when I met a little girl named Jan. I let
her ride in my Caddy cause I didn't know her daddy
was the leader of the Klu Klux Klan. We fucked on
the bed, fucked on the flo', fucked so long, I
grew a fuckin' afro. Then I fucked to the left,
fucked to the right. She sucked my dick 'til the
shit turned white. I thought to myself, Sheba,
Sheba! Got my ass lookin' like a ZEBRA! I pulled
on my clothes and I was on my way, until her daddy
pulled up in a Chevrolet. I ran. I jumped out the
back window, but her daddy, he was waitin' with a
2 x 4. Oh, he beat me to the left, he beat me to
the right. The mutha-fucker whooped my ass all
night. But I ain't mad at her prejudiced dad,
that's the best damn pussy I ever had. I got a bag
of weed and a bottle of wine. I'm a fuck that
bitch just one more time.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that
tumbleweed. And as the marijuana burns we can take
our turns, singing them dirty rap songs Stop and
hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes
from here to Hong Kong. So roll, roll, roll my
joint. Pick out the seeds and stems. Feelin' high
as hell flyin' through Palmdale, skatin' on Dayton
rims. So roll, roll the '83 Cadillac Coup de
Ville. If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I
bet my caddy will.

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I met this lady in Hollywood. She had green hair,
but damn she looked good. I took her to my house,
cause she was fine, but she whipped out a dick
that was bigger than mine. I met this lady from
Japan, never made love with an African. I fucked
her once, I fucked her twice. I ate that pussy
like shrimp fried rice. Don't be amazed at the
stories I tell ya. I met a woman in the heart of
Australia. Had a big butt and big titties, too, so
I hopped in her ass like a kangaroo. See, I met
this lady from Hawaii. Stuck it in her ass, and
she said, Aiiiiieeee! Lips was breakfast, pussy
was lunch, then her titties busted open with
Hawaiian Punch. Met Colonel Sander's wife in the
state of Kentucky. She said, I'll fry some chicken
if you just fuck me. I came in her mouth. It was a
crisis. I gave her my secret blend of herbs and
spices.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that
tumbleweed. And as the marijuana burns we can take
our turns, singing them dirty rap songs Stop and
hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes
from here to Hong Kong. Hey, wait a minute man,
check this out.

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee. Her titties were
filled with Hennesy. That country music nearly
drove me crazy, but I rode that ass and said, Yes,
Miss Daisy! Met this lady in Oklahoma; put that
pussy in a coma. Met this lady in Michigan; I
can't wait 'til I fuck that bitch again. Met a
real black girl in South Carolina; fucked her 'til
she turned into a white albino. Fucked this hooker
in Iowa. I fucked her on credit, so I owe her.
Fucked this girl, down in Georgia; came in her
mouth. Man, I thought I told ya. Met this
beautiful sexy ho; she just ran cross the border
of Mexico. Fine young thing, said her name's
Maria. I wrapped her up just like a Hot Tortilla.
I wanna get married, but I can't afford it. I know
I'ma cry when she gets deported.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that
tumbleweed. And as the marijuana burns we can take
our turns, singing them dirty rap songs Stop and
hit the bong like Cheech and Chong, sell tapes
from here to Hong Kong.

Have you ever went over to a girl's house to fuck,
but the pussy just ain't no good? (SAY WHAT?) And
then you're getting' upset cause you can't get her
wet, plus you in the wrong neighborhood? So you
try to play it off and eat the pussy, but it takes
her so long to come (SAY WHAT?) Then a dude walks
in. That's her big boyfriend, and he asks you
where you from? (Where you from, man?) So you wipe
your mouth, and you try to explain (I don't
bang.), you start talkin' real fast. But he's
already mad, cause you fuckin' his wife, so he
starts beatin' on your ass. Now your clothes all
muddy, your nose all bloody, your dick was hard
but now it's soft. (WHUT?) You thought you had a
girl to rock your world, now you still gotta go
jack off.

Colt 45 and two Zig Zags, baby that's all we need.
We can go to the park after dark, smoke that
tumbleweed. [fade out]
Lyrics: Tumbleweed, Afroman [end]