Palmdale lyrics

Artist  : Afroman 
Song : Palmdale



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Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of
LA by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other
for rep, sellin' rock cocaine on my
doorstep
Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to
ride, but my mamma never would let me play
outside.
But when I got enrolled in elementary
school, started bangin' like a fuckin' fool.
So
cool, throwin' up gang signs to the gangster (?),
shot an enemy from across the street
Mamma
came home, said she got a good job. Daddy did
too. Now they don't squab.
Financially, we
improvin'. 2 months later, son, we movin'.
No
more duckin' from shotgun shells. Bought a
two-story house in East Palmdale.
(give it to
me now.)

Palmdale, come back to me.
I
need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come
back to me.
(Check it out, check it out, check
it out.)

No more rats and no more roaches,
livin' next door ito football coaches.
Now I
got a new place to sell me crack. Now I got
little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin'
blue, wasn't trippin' on red. Too busy squabbin'
with the skinheads.
Stupid questions, distract
the class. Rubbin' little white girls on the
ass.
I didn't really care if I passed or
failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
Until
the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought
about my future, layin' in the dirt.
I can't
jump, I can't flinch. Superstar player, ridin'
the bench.
Graduate from school? Don't make me
laugh. I got an F+ in basic math.
(give it to
me now.)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back
to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood.
Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check
it out.)

I knew I couldn't make it in the
white man's world, so I bought me some khakis and
a Geri curl.
I knew I couldn't make it to the
NFL, so I went to East Palmdale and started
slingin' yell.
Fo' sho'! I was makin' crazy
dough. Shoulda dropped outta school a long time
ago.
Bought a cell phone, like a nut. Now I
deliver like Pizza Hut.
I drunk whisky and
Bacardi. I sold dope to anybody.
Me and my
homies sold dubs and dimes, took turns bustin'
rhymes just to pass the time.
A white man
drove up to my spot. He said, Hey, homeboy, what
you got?
I put a fat rock inside his hand.
About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(Get
down, punk.)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah) come
back to me.
I need you and I love you,
baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it
out, check it out, check it out.)

Can't
get drunk. Can't get blunted. LA County, 95
hundred.
Crips wanna take my All-stars. Bloods
wanna eat my Snicker bars.
Them peckerwoods
don't want none, but the Mexican's straight own
one.
Them Essays, (???) that Essays always try
to test me,
So I jumped off the bed, cause I
ain't no punk. Jammed his head up against the
bunk.
Socked that Cholo in his chin. Black
mutha-fuckas scared to jump in.
Sheriff broke
it up when we hit the floor. I kept talkin' shit
cause I want some more.
Back in town, we get
along with the brown. Now I'm in jail, they
tryin' to beat me down.
Jail is hell, but I'll
adapt. Won't hesitate to get in a scrap.
'Cause
I'm down for mine, and that's for certain, sittin'
in the hole with my knuckles
hurtin'.
(Palmdale)

Palmdale, (Hell,
yeah.) come back to me.
I need you and I love
you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to
me.
(check it out, homeboy.)

Now I got
a fucked up life. Two bad kids and a naggin'
wife.
Dead end job at the airport. Check too
short to pay the house note.
Turn on the TV,
then I see different homeboys that went to school
with me
Playin' in the NFL. We used to kick
back in East Palmdale.
Rodney Williams. Lorenz
Tate. Zeno plays for Colorado State.
I wish my
homeboys much success, but at the same time, I
still get depressed.
Walkin' through the wind
with a cup full of gin thinkin' 'bout things that
coulda, woulda, shoulda been.
I wipe my tears,
sip my beers, wish good luck to my
peers.
(Palmdale.)

Palmdale, come back
to me.
I need you and I love you,
baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
Cause
that's where my heartache began, heartache
began.

Palmdale, come back to me.
I
need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come
back to me.
Cause that's where my heartache
began, heartache began.

Palmdale, come
back to me.
(Hey, all the homeboys on the
football team, where y'all at?)
Palmdale, come
back to me.
(Hey, wherever you at in the world,
I don't care if you in Japan, Africa
hey, you
know how we used to do it, man. Hey, hey,
hey.)
Yo, let me get a Palm (Palm!)
Yo, let
me get a Dale (Dale!)
Yo, what do we sell?
(Yell!)
Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We
fittin' to go back to jail!)
[x4]

Dale.
Palmdale. (Hey, everybody just clap your
hands.)
Dale. Palmdale. (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
Buci-buci-bucccoooc!)
Dale. Palmdale.
Dale.
(Where them Falcons at?) Palmdale. (It ain't over
'til the fat man sings.)
Dale. (Little Rock
can't get none. What, what?) Palmdale.
Dale.
Palmdale.
[fade out.]