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    "Paranoid" Lyrics

    Afroman

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    Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look
    Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay
    Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz
    Aiight

    How long can sell?
    (You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)
    Before I have to go to jail
    (You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)

    Can I possibly get real?
    (I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)
    Before somebody go and snitch
    (Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)

    I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
    One false move, I can be destroyed
    I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
    See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

    I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
    One false move, I can be destroyed
    To avoid the cops, I use a decoy
    You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

    All my life I did nothin' but dealin'
    Learned to rely on my gut feelin'
    Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?
    I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious

    Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone
    Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home
    Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come
    Stop telling these bitches where you got it from

    How long can I sell?
    The Sheriff departments right down the block
    Before I have to go to jail
    Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

    Can I possibly get real?
    Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
    Before somebody go snitch
    Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges

    I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
    One false move I can be destroyed
    I avoid the cops I use a decoy
    You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

    I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid
    One false move, I can be destroyed
    I avoid the cops, I use a decoy
    You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

    As I bail down the street with my khakis creased
    Everybody looking at me look like the police
    Havin' conversations with my gang assailants
    Do you think, we under police surveillance?

    Asking questions giving suggestions
    Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians
    Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up
    Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man

    How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?
    The Sheriff department's right down the block
    Before I have to go to jail
    Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

    Can I possibly get real?
    Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes
    Before somebody go and snitch
    Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges

    Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water
    Spend more time with my son and my daughter
    But my drug life drug me away from my wife
    She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife

    The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'
    The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'
    Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'
    But I gotta sell dope till it happen
    For how long?

    Hey, who is that, who is that man?
    See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks
    Yo man little rich kids comin' over here
    That's what I'm saying now

    You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents
    What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?
    Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy
    He stays over there

    How long can I sell?
    The Sheriff departments right down the block
    Before I have to go to jail
    Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

    Can I possibly get real?
    Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes
    Before somebody go snitch
    Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges

    I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep
    Before the cops rape, please give me a beat
    If they accidently kill me and I don't escape
    Pray some white person, gotta video tape

    Twinkle twinkle little little star
    That looks like a police car
    Shining on my dope spot
    A police raid

    I hope not
    Little little homie hold my gun
    I'm gonna fuckin' run
    Where I run, I don't care

    Throw that dope, anywhere
    Cops chase me, through the hood
    Straight in to the woods camera
    Fly like lepord's

    I hear, German Shepards
    Freeze, hold it right there
    Drug dealers, nightmare
    Busted crack, criminal court
    No black support

    Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white
    They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years
    This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal
    If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still
    What a predicament
    This song was submitted on March 11th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joseph Foreman.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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