Paranoid

Teaspoon! Come here, come here, hey, hey, hey look

Hey go get me two pounds of bud and two ounces of yay

Muthafuckaz at mah house waitin' right now 'cuz

Aiight

How long can sell?

(You see life is like football, you know what I'm saying?)

Before I have to go to jail

(You gotta hike the ball and just make something happen man)

Can I possibly get real?

(I mean you know you might get tackled, you know what I'm saying?)

Before somebody go and snitch

(Then again, you might fuck around and make a touch down)

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid

One false move, I can be destroyed

I avoid the cops, I use a decoy

See my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid

One false move, I can be destroyed

To avoid the cops, I use a decoy

You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

All my life I did nothin' but dealin'

Learned to rely on my gut feelin'

Yo name is what? What? I know you from where? Where?

I don't mean to seem vicious but you look suspicious

Stop talking 'bout drugs on the telephone

Stop walking with a bunch of thugs to my home

Stop fuckin' up, call me before you come

Stop telling these bitches where you got it from

How long can I sell?

The Sheriff departments right down the block

Before I have to go to jail

Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

Can I possibly get real?

Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes

Before somebody go snitch

Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid

One false move I can be destroyed

I avoid the cops I use a decoy

You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

I'm so paranoid, stressed, stressed, paranoid, paranoid

One false move, I can be destroyed

I avoid the cops, I use a decoy

You see my motherfuckin' driver, he's a white boy

As I bail down the street with my khakis creased

Everybody looking at me look like the police

Havin' conversations with my gang assailants

Do you think, we under police surveillance?

Asking questions giving suggestions

Pulling Smith an' Wessons on strange pedestrians

Cookin' crack up, dollar bills stacked up

Hope the cops don't backup, here they come man

How long, stop runnin', stop runnin', can I sell?

The Sheriff department's right down the block

Before I have to go to jail

Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

Can I possibly get real?

Hurry up, pass the tabs, turnakit and syringes

Before somebody go and snitch

Before the DEA kick the door off the hinges

Maybe I oughta stop sellin' water

Spend more time with my son and my daughter

But my drug life drug me away from my wife

She couldn't deal with the stress and the strife

The cocaine rockin' and the hood rats jockin'

The late night knockin' the drive way blockin'

Late at night I fantasize 'bout rappin'

But I gotta sell dope till it happen

For how long?

Hey, who is that, who is that man?

See you all fuckin' up, I got these looks

Yo man little rich kids comin' over here

That's what I'm saying now

You know they gonna snitch, they can't even lie to their parents

What the fuck you think they gonna do when the police pressure 'em?

Get to crying and shit, Afroman sold it to me mommy

He stays over there

How long can I sell?

The Sheriff departments right down the block

Before I have to go to jail

Pass my beer so I can swallow this rock

Can I possibly get real?

Pass the tabs the turnakit and syringes

Before somebody go snitch

Before the DEA kick the door of the hinges

I'm so paranoid, now God lay me down to sleep

Before the cops rape, please give me a beat

If they accidently kill me and I don't escape

Pray some white person, gotta video tape

Twinkle twinkle little little star

That looks like a police car

Shining on my dope spot

A police raid

I hope not

Little little homie hold my gun

I'm gonna fuckin' run

Where I run, I don't care

Throw that dope, anywhere

Cops chase me, through the hood

Straight in to the woods camera

Fly like lepord's

I hear, German Shepards

Freeze, hold it right there

Drug dealers, nightmare

Busted crack, criminal court

No black support

Handcuffs very tight, Baptist jury all white

They could never be my peers, sentence me twenty years

This rap so damn real, I'm glad I gotta record deal

If I don't sell a mill, this could, could happen still

What a predicament