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Karaokê Palmdale - Afroman

Esta música é uma versão de Palmdale, popularizada por Afroman

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Sobre

Com coros (com ou sem vozes na versão KFN)

Tempo idêntico ao original: 117.99 BPM

Tonalidade idêntica ao original: Si♭m

Duração: 06:48 - Visualizar: 05:16

Ano de lançamento: 2001
Estilos: Rap & Hip-Hop, Em inglês
Compositor: Afroman, Andrew Steven Hill

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Letra Palmdale

Yeah
Yeah
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 mama 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 beat shot an enemy from across the street
Mama came home said she got a good job
Daddy did too
Now they don't squab
Financially we improvin'
Two months later son, we movin'
No more duckin' from shotgun shells
Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale
Give it to me now
Hey, yeah
I need you and I love you, baby
Uh
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 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 plus in basic math
Give it to me now
Hell, yeah
Uh, I gotta do one song for my neighborhood
Buccoc
Uh
Uh, uh
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' yayo
For sure
I was makin' crazy dough
Should've 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 twenty-five sheriffs jumped out the van
Get down, punk
Hey, yeah
Uh, I need you and
I love you, baby
Uh
Uh
Check it out, check it out check it out
Can't get drunk can't get blunted
LA County nine five 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 Ese's catorces treces always try to test me
So I jumped off the bed 'cos I ain't no punk
Jammed his head up against the bunk
Socked that Cholo in his chin
Black mother-fuckers scared to jump in
Sheriff broke it up when we hit the floor
I kept talkin' shit 'cos I want some more
Back in town, we get along with the brown
Now I'm in jail, they try to beat me down
Jail is hell but I'll adapt
Won't hesitate to get in a scrap
'Cos I'm down for mine and that's for certain sittin' in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'
Palmdale
Hell, yeah
Uh, uh
I need you and I love you, baby
Yeah
Check it out, homeboy
Uh
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 could've would've, should've been
I wipe my tears, sip my beers wish good luck to my peers
Palmdale
Uh
Uh
I need you and I love you baby
Palmdale
'Cos that's where my heartache began heartache began
Uh, uh, uh
Palmdale
Uh
I need you and I love you baby
Oh yeah
Uh
'Cos that's where my heartache began, uh heartache began
Uh, uh
Uh
Yeah
Uh, yeah
Hey
All the homeboys on the football team, where y'all at ma
Uh, yeah
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
Yo, let me get a Dale
Yo, what do we sell
Hey, where we fittin' to go, oh
Yeah, let me get a Palm
Yo, let me get a Dale
Yo, what do we sell
Yo, where we fittin' to go
Yo, let me get a Palm
Yo, let me get a Dale
Yo, what do we sell
Hey, where we fittin' to go, oh
One more time
Yo, let me get a Palm
Yo, let me get a Dale, uh
Yo, what do we sell
Hey, where we fittin' to go
Dale
Uh, yeah
Palmdale
Hey, uh, uh
Everybody just clap your hands
Dale
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, Palmdale
Come on, come on, come on
Uh
Bucco, bucco, buccoc
Dale
Uh
What, what, what
Oh, Palmdale
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Bucco, bucco, bucco bucco, bucco, bucco, bucco
Dale
Ha ha
Where them Falcons at, what
Yo, Palmdale
Uh
Mine 'till I get low
It ain't over 'till the fat man sings
Dale
Little Rock can't get none
What, what
Yo, Palmdale
Oh
Oh paw paw paw paw paw paw
Dale
Oh
Oh
Oh
Yo, Palmdale
Little Rock can't get none
Bucco, bucco, buccoc
Uh

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