Bak 2 School Lyrics

Man my daddy told me "Boy wen i waz your age i had to walk 13 miles to school"
I said "Oh is that y u didnt graduate" (hahaha)(hell yea)

Chours
Talkin noise wit all my home boyz, Fiddin to go bak 2 school,
wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, you kno im fiddin to act a foo

Verse 1
Mamma Mamma, go to the university of smokin marajuana, alla my friends go to USC
so ima tag along and hit the bong wit them, walk in through the ma*ses,
lookin 4 my cla*ses, i cant concentrate on the teachers, surrounded by titties and a*ses.
Spent alota money on sum brand new clothes tryin impress these brand new hoes,
laugh every time i have s*x wit a chick, baby dont kno im a ex convict,
walkn round the campus wit my fro on pick
every 20 seconds i be grabin my d**k, fulla achohol at the footbal games,
doin more drugs then my nigga Rick James, my GPA's dropin at a very fast rate,
it'll take a mirical 4 me to graduate, maybe i wont, maybe i will, stressed out
popin pills in ma COUPE DEVILLE.

Chorus


Verse 2
How do I party and still pa*s, i hardley ever go to cla*s, i got a golden eagle
on my stolen reel, if u bought it from me its illegal, 'cause im Afroman the
educated crip on a rock cocaine scollership, cook that crack untill its done,
use that 4 me negroe college funds.
Broke minoritys sellin dope to them bitches in sorieties, shes drikin 1 too many
40's, she took her clothes off now we havin orgies (*rooster* BUCKBUCKUPAKAAAAAA)
Baby i dont mean to act rude but u told be u woud never (*rooster*)f**kaf**ka black dude, Colt 45 musta got u in the mood to eat a fat d**k like a (*rooster*)SIGGA sould food.

Chorus

Hey fellas can i get jiggy wit it ya so check it out rite ya, hey home (*rooster*) BIGGABIGGA boy dont
stress, i got the answers to the (*rooster*) TIGGATIGGA test, my college
professa smoke alot (*rooster*)GERAgra*s, she gunna make sure we (*rooster*) WUCKWUCKA pa*s, thats
how u pa*s triagnomitry, sell dope to yur teacher use nigganomitry, on the
microphone theres not a rapper bomb as me and on the police pressure nobody calm as me
ya know whats (*rooster*)FIGGAf**ked up, black people in college at so (*rooster*) STIGGA stuck up, so
self conciense and insequer, ya wanna speak black but ya really aint sure, look
at me, whatdya see ya, ya see the OG u ashamed to be, so f**k u, u pretty lil
rich frat boy u can s*ck my d**k just like that boy

Chorus

I said "honey ya got sum s*xy looks, ya need money to buy yur text books" get
it wet and i can it hard and we can slide yur vaginal credit card, computer
girl, cum to my house and be my toutor girl, before we study can we smoke a lil
booda girl, raise yur shirt and lick the nipples on yu hootaz girl, open up yur
legs baby u da girl, stick out yur tounge and let me shoot it girl
(*rooster*)BUCKOCK
you wuz playin wit my floppy and my hard drive, download it, down ya throat,
f**kin explode it, tell ya predigest dad and ma to send their comments to
"s*ckmyd**k.com" Afro's da bomb, blowin up like Vientnam
(*rooster*) BUCKOCK
Chorus

Im the honely husla Afrom-muthaf**kuin-M.A.N, give a mad shout out to all my
Gmosobbies up there in Palmbdale,Califrnia, or i like to call it Pimpdale,
Pimpafountra, and to all my fams way to there in Caldiysberg, Mississippi, or
should i call it Cadies-herb-, Missa=hippie, but im gunna combinded the 2 so im
gunna show the whole world to give a shout out to Palmbberg, Calisippi and
Paddisdale, Missafonny, lord have mercy thats that marajuna talkin (marajunana
talkin!)
And givin a mad shout out to all the paracites, like misquitos, or should i say
misquite-hos, hoverin round me like ya wanna s*ck me dry, but y'all cant have
no money and u know y, ill tell ya y, go s*ck Dr. Dre up, s*cka d**k untill ya
hicciup, f**kA!