Back 2 School lyrics

Artist  : Afroman 
Song : Back 2 School
 








  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








Man my daddy told me, boy when I was your
age,
I had to walk 13 miles to school
I
said, Oh, is that why you didn't
graduate?

CHORUS:
Talkin' noise with
all of my homeboys
Then we go back to school,
yeah (Her titties bigger than they were last
summer, know what I'm sayin?)
With a mouthful
of beer and a noseful of weeeeeed
You know I
been act a fool, yeah

Mama, (Mama), go to
the University of Smoking Marijuana
(What?)
All of my friends go to USC, so I'm
gonna tag along and hit the bong with
them
Walkin' through the masses, lookin' for
my classes
I can't concentrate on the teacher,
surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of
money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to
impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time
I have sex with a chick,
Baby don't know I'm
an ex-convict
Walkin' round the campus with my
'fro and dick
Every twenty seconds I'll be
grabbin' my dick
Full of alcohol at the
football games
Doin more drugs than my nigga
Rich James
My GPA's droppin' at a very fast
rate
It would take a miracle for me to
graduate
Maybe I won't, maybe I
will
Stressed out, poppin' pills in my Coupe
Deville

CHORUS

How do I party
(party) and still pass
I hardly (hardly) ever
go to class
Got a golden eagle on my stolen
Regal
If you bought it from me, it's
illegal
'Cause I'm Afroman, the educated
crip
On a rock cocaine scholarship
Cook
that crack until it's done
I use that for my
Negro college fund
Broke minorities, sellin'
dope to those bitches in sororities
She's
drinkin' one too many 40's
She took her
clothes off, now we're havin' orgys
Baby I
don't mean to act rude,
But you told me you
would never fuck a black dude
Colt 45 must
have got you in the mood,
To eat a fat dick
like sum soul food

CHORUS

Hey
fellas, can I get jiggy with it?
Hey check
this shit out right here,
Hey homeboy, don't
stress,
I got the answers to the test,
My
college professer smokes a lot of grass,
She's
gonna make sure we pass,
That's how you pass
trigonometry,
Sell dope to your teacher, use
niggernometry
On the microphone, there's not a
rapper bomb as me,
And when the police pushin,
nobody's calm as me
Wait a minute, you know
what's fucked up
Black people in college act
stuck up
So self-concsious, and
insecure,
You wanna speak back, but you really
ain't sure
Look at me, what do you see?
You
see the OG you ashamed to be
So fuck you, you
pretty little rich frat boy,
You can suck my
dick just like that boy

CHORUS

I
said honey, (honey), you got some sexy
looks,
You need money (money), to buy your
textbooks
Get it wet, and I can get it
hard,
We can slide your vaginal credit
card
Computer girl, come to my house and be my
tutor girl,
Before we study, can we smoke a
little Buddha, girl?
Raise your shirt, lick
the nipples on your hooters, girl
Open up your
legs, baby your the girl
Stick out your tongue
and let me shoot it, girl
You was playin with
my floppy, then my hard drive downloaded,
Down
your thoat, and fuckin exploded
Tell your
prejudice dad and mom,
To email their comments
to suck my dick.com
Afro's the bomb, blowin' up
like Vietnam

CHORUS(x2)