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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.]

Tekst :

Uuu la ra ta ta ra ra
La ta taaa...
La ra ra ra (x3)

I was gonna clean my room until I got high (uuu)
I was gonna get up and find the broom but then I got high
(La ra ta ta ra ra)
My room is still messed up and I know why
(Why man?) Yeah
Cause I got high
Because I got high (x2)
La ra ra ta ta ra ra

I was gonna go to the class before I got high
(C mon y all, chcect it out, uuu)
I could ve cheated and I could ve passed
But I got high (La ra ta ta ra ra)
I m takin it next semester and I know why
(Why man?) Yeah
Cause I got high
Because I got high (x2)
(Go to the next one - x2)

I was gonna go to court before I got high (uuu)
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
(No you wasn t)
(La ra ta ta ra ra)
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
(Why man?) Yeah
Cause I got high
Because I got high (x2)
La ra ra ta ta ta

I wasn t gonna run from the cops but I was high
(I m serius man, uuu)
I was gonna pull right over and stop but I was high
(La ra ta ta ra ra)
Now I m a paraplegic and I know why
(Why man?) Yeah
Cause I got high
Because I got high (x2)
La ra ra ta ta ta

I was gonna make love to you but then I got high
(I m serious, uuu)
I was gonna eat your pussy too but then I got high
(La ra ta)
Now I m jackin aaa and I know why
(Turn that shit off) Yeah
Cause I got high
Because I got high
(Do that over)
Because I got high
La ra ra ta ta ta

(Go, go, go, go)

I messed up my entire life because I got high
(Uuu)
I lost my kids and wife because I got high
(Say what, say what, say what, say what, oh)
Now I m sleepin on the sidewalk and I know why
(Why man?) Yeah
Cause I got high
Because I got high (x2)
La ra ra ta ta ta

I ma stop singing this song
Because I m high
(Present tense, uuu)
I m singing this whole thing wrong
Because I m high
(Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back)
And if I don t sell one copy I ll know why
(Why man?) Yeah
Cause I m high (x3)
(Are you really
High though, man?)
La ra ra ta ta ta

Tekst :

(Is night shift okay with you? Yes. Hey, well you got yourself a job, homey.)
Graveyard shift ain’t never dead. We got to work when people go to bed.
We got a tremendous work overload. The boss don’t care about the dress code.
So if your hair’s messed up, come on in. Nobody don’t care 3 o’clock in the morning.
I’m fantasizin’ about a six four, broke as hell moppin’ the floor.
I don’t know but I gots the hunch that it’s almost time for lunch.
Smokin’ cigarettes in the parking lot, all the homies tellin’ lies about the women they got.
Nobody gets offended at a racial joke. Everybody’s laughin’ tryin’ to stay woke.
We takin’ it easy, though times are hard, pullin’ practical jokes on the security guard.
And if you come late, the boss won’t boot ya, standin’ ‘round talkin’ ‘bout the future.
Don’t even trip if you feel tired. Take a little nap, you won’t get fired.
Drink a little beer, smoke you a spliff, nobody cares on the graveyard shift.
Buc-wuci-wuci-wooci-woo. Buc-buc-buc-buci-buccooocc!

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

My name is Joseph Foreman, they call me ‘Fro. I work at the neighborhood grocery store.
We actin’ crazy like a bunch of kids, playin’ frisbee with the trash can lids
When the bossman comes, baby, we don’t run. He’s a fool like us just tryin’ to have fun.
Graveyard shift is a little bit prouder, play the radio just a little bit louder.
DJ playin’ that midnight mix. Dance contest on isle number 6.
Bumpin’ that old school 2-short rhyme. Got the homeboys in a Soul Train line.
You wanna act crazy, go ahead and be wild. If you wanna rap, go ahead and freestyle.
Graveyard shift, you just can’t beat it. If you get hungry, grab something and eat it.
Drinkin’ in the back with my home girl. The beer’s on the house from the Corporate World.
Act like a fool ‘til the break of dawn, yellin’ curse words on the intercom.
Drag racin’ with the fork lift. Nobody cares on the graveyard shift.

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift. (Yeah!)
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

(Break it down, fellas.)
I never would work on daytime. Graveyard shift is my play time.
Daytime jobs are flaky. Daytime jobs are shaky.
Like Jello Gelatin, so I work graveyard shift like a skeleton.
An afro-classic is what I am. I drive to work without a traffic jam.
Everybody on the graveyard is like my brother, always lookin’ out for each other.
Speak up fo’ ya like I know ya. If you come late, we’ll punch the clock fo’ ya.
We gots no money, but we gots pride. If you car breaks down, I’ll give you a ride.
Cause the Corporate World is oh, so cold to the people at the bottom of the totem pole.
Divided we fall, together we stand. What you need? Get it from the Afroman.
I’m not a thief, but I got the hook up for the bar-b-que ribs you wanna cook up.
And if you need somebody to get drunk with, call the homeboys from the graveyard shift.
(Dedicated to all the blue collar workers strugglin’, strivin’, throbbin’, and thrivin’. )

Paaaaaaaaarty! (If the boss lookin’ for me…)On the graveyard shift. (…I’ll be in my car asleep.)
Paaaaaaaaarty! (Hey, so watch my back.) On the graveyard shift.
(Hey, cuz, tap on the window of something.)
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

Happiness is hard to find. Happiness is a state of mind.
It can’t be found in fame or wealth, it’s found real deep inside yourself.
Brothers, stop singin’ the blues, throw parties and bar-b-ques.
Don’t destroy your life, enjoy your life. Play with your kids and make love to your wife.
Drink a little beer, don’t smoke no crack, have a good time before Christ comes back.
Keep your head high, keep your back stiff. I’ll see you Sunday night for the graveyard shift.

Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
Paaaaaaaaarty! On the graveyard shift.
You don’t have to slave too hard, on the Graveyard.

(Hey, check this out loco.)
No dental plan. (Graveyard!) No medicare. (Graveyard!)
Said, no vacation. (Graveyard!) The Man don’t care. (Graveyard!)
Ain’t got no union. (Graveyard!) No respect. (Graveyard!)
Dirty uniforms. (Graveyard!) And a short paycheck. (Graveyard!)
Workin’ minimum wage. (Graveyard!) Everyday. (Graveyard!)
We gotta get over some kinda way.
Bucccoooc!

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bo on to zrobił mi na złość.
Jaki wstyd, taki los.

W porannej prasie czytam
Że ukręcono komuś łeb.
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Zwis, pomaga wiele przetrwać.
Zwis, to niewidoczny stan.
Zwis, gdy trzeba coś odebrać.
Zwis, to tylko gra na czas.

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