Tall Cans

Aw, shit

Now, I'm walking down the street with some chicken and a forty

I'm yelling at these hoochies and I'm looking for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, 'till you know it ain't no more

Run outta dough, slap the hoe, get the dough

And go back to that liquor store, yee-haw

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

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. Ides

Now that mother (Uh) staggering from side to side

Now we the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood

We look real bad but we feel so good

My thirst is quenched but my craving won't extinguish

I need some forty ounce mother (Uh) Old English

Put the top in my mouth, put the bottom to the ceiling

Drink it down, down until I get that crazy feeling

I'm just walking down the street with some chicken and a forty

I'm yelling at these hoochies and I'm looking for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, 'till you know it ain't no more

Run outta dough, slap the hoe, get the dough

And go back to that liquor store, yee-haw

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

See these girls be acting all bad and rude

Always got a bad attitude

You see, I just wanna dance

Why can't you get the picture

You act like a brother wanna move in with you

I gots no fame, I gots no wealth

So I wind up dancing by my goddamn 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 digging attitude switch

So I'm walking down the street with some chicken and a forty

I'm yelling at these hoochies and I'm looking for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, 'till you know it ain't no more

Run outta dough, slap the hoe, get the dough

And go back to that liquor store, yee-haw

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

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 freaking senoritas

I think she was embarrassed with the eight ball in my cup

She kept on stepping back so I kept on stepping up

This vaco strolled up put his gun to my head

I know if I moved I was officially dead

That had to be his woman, I know it, doggonit

This ain't the first time that I got confronted

Got my quete, what up, ese, get the fuck outta here

I said I'm gone, motherfucker, just give me my beer

'Cause I'm just walking down the street with some chicken and a forty

I'm yelling at these hoochies and I'm looking for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, 'till you know it ain't no more

Run outta dough, slap the hoe, get the dough

And go back to that liquor store, yee-haw

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Afroman likes tall cans

Walking down the street with some chicken and a forty

I'm yelling at these hoochies and I'm looking for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, 'till you know it ain't no more

Outta dough, slap that ho, and go bak to the liquor store

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Well, I'm a afroholic, call me Afroman

Love to sag my khakis with a tall can

My homies pop the forty of some St. Ides

Now that knucklehead staggering from side to side

Now we the loudest homeboys in my neighborhood

We look real bad but we feel so good

My thirst is quenched but my craving won't extinguish

I need some forty ounce motherfuckin' Old English

Put the top in my mouth, put the bottom to the ceiling

Drink it diggy-diggy down 'till I get that crazy feeling

I'm just walking down the street with some chicken and a forty

I'm yelling at these hoochies and I'm looking for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, 'till you know it ain't no more

Outta dough, here we go back to the liquor store

'Cause Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Now these women be acting all bad and rude

Always got a bad attitude

You see, I just wanna dance

Why can't you get the picture

You act like a brother wanna move in with you

I gots no fame or no wealth

So I wind up dancing by my goddamn self

But I paid 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 digging attitude switch

So I'm walking down the street with some chicken and a forty

I'm yelling at these hoochies and I'm looking for a party

Drink it fast, make it last, 'till you know it ain't no more

Outta dough, here we go back to the liquor store

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

Afroman like tall cans

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