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AFROMAN PALMSDALE LYRICS

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.)
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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 Ese's, "Catorces", "Treces" 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. ]