Palmdale
par Afroman
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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.]
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.]
