(Laughing) Yeah, Comeon Homeboy, it up Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh x2
Afroman, H, Double C Double OG, Checking in the tree
45, No Bubbley Cops give me trouble, but they still trouble me Hit the lights, read my Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don't Run up in the club, grab me a (Oh) Waitress keep drinks 'a coming (burp) Hah, easy easy go, fuck what you talking bout? I don't know, bitch, I'm in my own zone Turn the up, and leave me alone Put your hands up if with me (ooh) the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)
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Take shots to the head, em up, put em down (uh) You know tomorrow morning, your gonna pound (Oh) But tonight, since you don't care, put beer bottle in the air
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The hungry hustler, Afroman, That Raule Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking Drinking brew, taking blunts to the Palms in the air, it's a Palmdale thang Everybody in the crowd, put your in the air (uh) If real short, stand up in a chair (uh) If you quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette Keep a beer, in your hand, a swig every chance you can If you the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute Then a slurp, Drink slow homie, don't want the bottle To get all foamy, moving, grooving, around Bottle in the air, it down.
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Take shots to the head, em up, put em down (uh) You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna (Oh) But tonight, you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air
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Throw it in the trash, it on the ground to the bar, get another round If you got of money, than share I'm another alcoholic will care a sweet, to the beat, if it's good Put it on the beat, gotta alot fun before you get too old the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom Stereo loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail a little time out for yourself Cause Afroman is good for your
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shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh) You know tomorrow morning, your head's pound (Oh) But tonight, you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air
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