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Afroman - Palm Dale

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' rh

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