Teaspoon! here, come here, hey, hey, hey look Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two of yay Muthafuckaz at mah waitin' right now 'cuz
How long can (You see life is football, you know what I'm saying?) Before I have to go to (You gotta hike the ball and just make something man)
Can I get real? (I mean you know you might get tackled, you what I'm saying?) Before go and snitch (Then again, you might fuck around and a touch down)
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move, I can be I avoid the cops, I use a See my driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false move, I can be To the cops, I use a decoy You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a boy
All my I did nothin' but dealin' to rely on my gut feelin' Yo name is what? What? I you from where? Where? I mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious
Stop 'bout drugs on the telephone Stop walking with a bunch of to my home Stop fuckin' up, me before you come Stop telling these bitches where you got it
How can I sell? The Sheriff right down the block Before I to go to jail my beer so I can swallow this rock
Can I possibly get the tabs the turnakit and syringes Before go snitch the DEA kick the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One false I can be destroyed I avoid the cops I use a You see my driver, he's a white boy
I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, One move, I can be destroyed I avoid the cops, I use a You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a boy
As I down the street with my khakis creased Everybody looking at me look like the Havin' conversations with my assailants Do you think, we under police
Asking giving suggestions Pulling an' Wessons on strange pedestrians crack up, dollar bills stacked up Hope the cops don't backup, here they man
How long, runnin', stop runnin', can I sell? The Sheriff department's down the block Before I to go to jail Pass my beer so I can swallow this
Can I possibly get Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and somebody go and snitch Before the DEA kick the door off the
I oughta stop sellin' water Spend more with my son and my daughter But my life drug me away from my wife She couldn't deal the stress and the strife
The cocaine rockin' and the hood jockin' The late night knockin' the drive way Late at I fantasize 'bout rappin' But I gotta sell dope till it For how
Hey, who is that, who is man? See you all up, I got these looks Yo man little rich kids comin' here what I'm saying now
You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to parents What the fuck you think gonna do when the police pressure 'em? Get to and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy He stays there
How can I sell? The departments right down the block Before I to go to jail Pass my beer so I can swallow rock
Can I get real? the tabs the turnakit and syringes Before go snitch Before the DEA the door of the hinges
I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to Before the rape, please give me a beat If they kill me and I don't escape Pray some white person, gotta video
Twinkle twinkle little little looks like a police car Shining on my spot A raid
I not little homie hold my gun I'm fuckin' run Where I run, I don't
Throw dope, anywhere chase me, through the hood Straight in to the woods Fly like
I hear, Shepards Freeze, it right there dealers, nightmare Busted crack, court No black
Handcuffs tight, Baptist jury all white They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty This rap so damn real, I'm I gotta record deal If I don't a mill, this could, could happen still a predicament