AfroMAn - Colt 45Something you should know about Colt 45 Lyrics\n\nTitle: Afroman - Colt 45 lyrics\n\nArtist: Afroman Lyrics\n\nVisitors: 3542 visitors have hited Colt 45 Lyrics since May 27, 2008.\n\nPrint: Afroman - Colt 45 Lyrics print version\n\n\n\n\n\n\n Complimentary \"Colt 45\" Ringtone \n\n\n\n\nWait a minute man.. \nHey checkthis out man... Tell it \nThere was this blind man, right? \nMan, shhh.. \nThere was this blind man, right? \nHe was feeling his way the street with this stick, alright? \nHey, he walked past this fish market you know what I\'m saying? \nFish Market... pssh... \nHe stopped, he took a deep breath... \nAnd hesaid... *sniff* \"wooo... good morning ladies!\" \nHahahaha... \nYou like that shit man? \nIt was pretty good... \nHey, I got a gang of that shit, man. \nI\'ll tell you what, I\'ll tell you what... \nMy hand on the guitar, \nYou on the drums... \nhey, and everyone just crowd around the mike. \nAnd I\'ll tell youall of these motherfuckin\' jokes, here... \nClap your hands... first i\'ma gonna start it off like this... \nHelp me sing it homeboy! Come on... \n\n\nI said Colt 45 and 2 Zig Zags... \nBaby, that\'s all we need. \nWe can go to the bar, cap them dawgs; \nand smoke that tumble weed. \nAs the marijuana burn, wecan take our turn, \nsinging them dirty rap songs. \nStop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong. \nSay it\'ll take us from here to Hong Kong. \nSo roll, roll, roll my joint. \nPick out the seeds and stems. \nFeelin\' high as hell, flying through Palmdale. \nSkating on Dayton rims. \nSo roll, roll the 83, \nCaddilac Coupe DeVille \nIf my tapes and my Cds just don\'t sail, bet my Caddy will. \n\nWell it was just sundown in a small white town, they call it East Side Palmdale. \nWell... when the Afroman walked through the white land, houses went up for sale. *hell* \nWell I was standing on the corner sellin\' rapCDs, when I met a little girl named Jan. \nI let her ride in my Caddy, cos i didn\'t know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan. \nWe fucked on the bed, fucked on the floor, fucked so long i grew a fuckin afro. \nThen I fucked to the left, fucked to the right; as she sucked my dick until the shit turned white. \nI thought to myself, Sheeba Sheeba, got my ass lookin like a Zebra. \nI pulled on my clothes and I was on my way, til her daddy pulled up in the Chevrolet. \nSo i ran, I jumped out the back window. \nBut her daddy, he was waiting with a 2 by 4. \nOh... he beat me to the left, he beat meto the right.; the mutherfucker whooped my ass all night. \nBut, I ain\'t mad... at her prejudice dad, that\'s the best DAMN pussy i\'d ever had! \nGot a bag of weed, and a bottle of wine, I\'m gonan fuck that bitch just one more time! \n\nI said Colt 45 and 2 Zig Zags... \nBaby, that\'s all we need. \nWe cango to the bar, cap them dawgs; \nand smoke that tumble weed. \nAs the marijuana burn, we can take our turn, \nsinging them dirty rap songs. \nStop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong. \nSay it\'ll take us from here to Hong Kong. \nSo roll, roll, roll my joint. \nPick out the seeds and stems. \nFeelin\' high as hell, flying through Palmdale. \nSkating on Dayton rims. \nSo roll, roll the 83, \nCaddilac Coupe DeVille \nIf my tapes and my Cds just don\'t sail, bet my Caddy will. afroman, colt, fortyfive