Afroman - Back On The Bus lyrics

I was gonna eat her out but then I got high In the slums of LA by the way Gang-bangers k**in' each other for rep Sellin' rock c**aine 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 f**in' fool So cool Throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat 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 to 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 cla** Rubbin' little white girls on the a** I didn't really care if I pa**ed 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 I went to East Palmdale and started slingin' yeyo 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 pa** 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, catorces, treces 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-f**as scared to jump in Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor I kept talkin' sh** 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 f**ed 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? (Yeyo!) Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!) Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!) Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!) Yo, where we fittin' to go? (We fittin' to go back to jail!) 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