Afroman - Tumbleweed Lyrics
(Damn! How long its gonna take you to roll the joint, cuz? You over there actin like you playin the piano or something. Let me hit this homeboy. Yeah it looks lovely.)
Bucccoccc!
(Hey where the light loc? Give it here.)
I love you baby. I love you honey, yes I do.
Yee-uh. Yee-uh. Bucccoccc! Yee-uh. Yee-uh. Bucccoccc!
Its been a long, long time Ive been smoking, smoking marijuana.
It takes me out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas.
Its been a long, long time Ive been smoking, smoking marijuana.
It takes me out of my mental ghetto and places me in the Bahamas.
It puts my mind at ease, indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away beyond the palm trees.
But I gotta keep smoking, and a-smoking, and a-smoking on
I keep choking, and a-choking, and a-choking on.
I keep sellin, and a-sellin, and inhalin my tumbleweed.
I like to go to Palmdale and sit by the fountain. (sit by the fountain.)
I light up a fat one gazin at the snow-capped mountains. (Come again, now.)
I like to go to Palmdale and sit by the fountain. (sit by the fountain.)
I light up a fat one gazin at the snow-capped mountains.
Baby, please dont nag. Go and get me the Zig-Zags.
And my problems will float away like a plastic bag.
But I gotta keep smoking, and a-smoking, and a-smoking on
I keep choking, and a-choking, and a-choking on.
I keep sellin, and a-sellin, and inhalin my tumbleweed.
I need to get a job and thats not funny.
Cause me be smokin too much ganja and be runnin outta money.
(Hey, can I get a dollar, loco?)
I gotta lie to the man (Let me get an application.) Tell him that Ive never been arrested.
(So you have never been to jail?)
I gotta go to the clinic baby. I gotta get drug tested. (Oh no!)
I got no food for my stomach, got no gas for my Coup De Ville.
I gotta walk to the supermarket for some Golden Seal.
Cause everyday I be smoking, and a-smoking, and a-smoking on
I keep choking, and a-choking, and a-choking on.
I keep sellin, and a-sellin, and inhalin my tumbleweed.
I said the black mans smokin (the black mans smokin) if hes a soul brother.
(Hey, man, whats happenin?)
I said the Mexicans smokin (the Mexicans smokin) if hes a cholo.
(Hey, where you from Essay?)
I said the Creoles smokin (Creoles smokin) down in Mississippi
(Fuck Creoles.)
The white mans smokin (the white mans smokin) if hes a hippy.
(Wheres the bud, man?)
It puts my mind at ease, indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away beyond the palm trees.
But I gotta keep smoking, and a-smoking, and a-smoking on
I keep choking, and a-choking, and a-choking on.
I keep sellin, and a-sellin, and inhalin my tumbleweed.
(Right about now, Im fittina dedicate this to everybody who went to Palmdale Highschool with me. Check this shit out, cuz.)
Doobie-do-wah. Doobie-do-wah. Doobie-do-wah. Doobie-do-wah.
Jobey Jo has an afro. Sing something with soul
It puts my mind at ease, indulging myself in the calm breeze
And my problems will float away beyond the palm trees.
But I gotta keep smoking, and a-smoking, and a-smoking on
I keep choking, and a-choking, and a-choking on.
I keep sellin, and a-sellin, and inhalin my tumbleweed.