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Another great rap of AFROMAN

-AFROMAN

-LET ME OUT

-SELL YOUR DOPE

I dont wanna sell yay

get my door kicked in by the kkk

shoulda said the police

lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks of the ghetto

i try to escape

ya caught my music

on a CD or rap tape

i make it then take it

to the mom and papa store

for a proper cash flo'

from the mom and papa store

dont want no more rappers on consignment

find another alignment

come back another climate

people don't even know who you is

you need a name in the music biz

your album, for one, has no promotion

your elbows and kneecaps have no lotion

your ashy, your music is trashy

outkast, inside they class me

out the door is where they catch me

(WHERE?)

Straight into the street

(WHERE YOU GOIN?)

now im on my way to swap meet

(SAY WHAT?)

Tryn to make a mil without a record deal

selling tapes off the back of my Coupe de ville (Bucka!)

Hustlin on the street is hard

in a fight with the white security guard

talkin bout 'no solicitin, no publicitin'

I try to talk to him but nope he not listenin

Punk ass, flunk ass, cant slam dunk ass

skunk ass, monk ass, sufferin suckatash!

Now i'm seein a black guard workin for a Korean

tellin me i cant be in the places that i be in

you can spend your money here

you cant make no money here

you better get outta here ya here here

did i make myself clear?

i go and drink a beer

til im pissy in my belly

big as missy elliot (EEEEEE!)

I'm so depressed plus overstressed

wanna rap so hard im obsessed

sometimes i wanna cock my heat

make them punks play my song on the beat (BUCKA!!!!)

let me out, let me out

let me show the whole world what im all about

let me out, let me out

let me rap til the party people scream n shout

let me out, let me out

let me show the whole world the best of me

let me out, let me out

let me take contol of my destiny

depressed, determined

smokin, shermann

black, german

monster, herman

sellin, crack

money, stacked

down for a murder, black

like roberta flack

get dressed up, get my tapes pressed up

cuz the music industry is messed up, baby!

i throw a pity party as i sip bacardi

sell on! rap tapes, i dont need nobody

ima beethoven givin, colt 45 sippin

its the year 2000 and my gerri curl still drippin

it might sound strange in my rhyme

but im from the west coast

i cant change with the hands of time

what i am is what i am

if you dont like what i am i dont give a damn

black pecker's my title, john king is my idol

im havin thoughts thats suicidal, young rival

i dont care about fashion, just cadillac mashin

bags to put my grass in, bank to put my cash in

i dont wear FUBU like you do cuz FUBU is booboo

i pull my gat and make you shit boo boo sit

you talk too much shit, thats why you got hit

walkin home with your gums split

while i sit, sell yay, eryday (BUCKA!)

bumpin N.W.A. (BUCK-BUCKA-BUCKA!)

cruisin down the street in my 6 A---FRO

punk niggas get GA-FFO, bitch

I wanna kill every cop I meet

i wanna burn down the slauson swapmeet

Im talkin smack but you aint hearin

get your gat, i gotta start racketeerin, plus clearin

all the koreans and all the europeans

the ones makin money off of black human beings

OH! give it up, give it up

its time for the black folks to live it up

a-ya-hey! burn it down, burn it down

run the white cops outta town, motherfucker

so tell andy griffith that his punk ass b

runs from the black vigilante

it cant be,

a dictatorship, ran by the klu klux klan

feel the wrath of the afroman

let me out, let me out

let me show these motherfuckers what im all about

let me out, let me out

fuck the sheriff in the ass til he scream and shout

let me out, let me out

let me show the whole world the best of me

let me out, let me out

let me take control of my destiny

I CAN DO IT, I CAN MAKE IT

if you dont give it to me baby, ima take it

fuck the music industry, fuck the music biz

i make my own rap tape and tell it like it is

revolution, revolution

revolution - thats the solution

i made the rap tape, i made the CD

fuck the corporate world, GIVE THE MONEY TO ME!

BITCH!

ladadadadadadadadada

Nobody understand the Afroman

ladadadadadadadadada

fuck the police and the ku klux klan

ladadadadadadadadada

ima hungry hustla, east side young busta

Great awesome dopefiend groovy amazing HUSH HUSH HUSH dopefiend because i got high crazy rap she wont let me fucc fuck f*ck i drive better drunk say what AFROMAN