Afroman – Cold Fro-T-5 Lyrics

Light that up man whats happening, uh hah!

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Well it’s fro twentie and I gots to drive through my neighborhood for some Cold Fro-T-5 What love for a hustler, liqour store breefin move quickly everybody beefin Cold Fro-T-5 two zig zags two car ????? with expired tags liqour store empty getaway parking just incase bullets start barking I flirt with the fine hoes then I crack jokes with the wineo’s I know where the Cold Fro-T-5 is at in and out liek that 20 seconds flat money on the counter buy this warm I can get shot if you take too long I ride it around the corner and throw it in park fo the sherrif swim up like a shark (Nearr) Close the gate and hope out the car start back selling my caviar whats up my plastic cup my stero turned all the way up

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Rough expression on my face why do I like that nasty tast mabey its why I like to buzz don’t get who you is or who you was I like to cruise the avenues when smokin weed and havin brews let all four of my windows down pound the gorund with my OG sound
I got warrents and the shit ain’t fun when you getting handcuffed on a liqour store run (Goddamn) got pretty women every one and a brother can’t help but stop and stare at eye’s lips teeth hair breasts thighs dairy air I she do or don’t I still feel good walking by

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Remeber that night I seen yah dog drunk ass hell in senior frog
Hug my neck shake my hand smoke that blunt with afro man hit that bong play my song play it on repeat all night long it went plantuim overseas and gold in the states got a new album with hella tour dates got my own label mr mix on the turntables of if your a true fan you can go facebook dot com backslash OG Afroman eightythree shady g you too k my facebook page but I took your lady with me I rap the best I rap west I even took money from the IRS

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
If your not going home till your drunk and high Let me here you say oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah)
When I say smoke Marijuana (smoke Marijuana) smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) everybody say smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) when I say hy you say dro hy (dro) hy (dro) buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy now cars and house I might not own bad old brother on the microphone I drink it all day I drink all night don’t worry about me baby I’m be alright buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy

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