Song: Palmdale
Artist: Afroman
Album: The Good Times (Released August 28, 2001)
Genre: Rap/Hip-Hop
Chords: |e----- |e--4-- |e-----|
|B--3-- |B--4-- |B--5--|
|G--3-- |G--5-- |G--5--|
|D--3-- |D--6-- |D--5--|
|A--1-- |A--6-- |A--3--|
|E----- |E--4-- |E-----|
Note: If you can t switch chords fast enough at the fast chord changing part you can
make it a lot easier by just playing the G# chord instead of switching between the
different chords.
Just like bums
we used to stay
in the slums of LA by the way
Gang-bangers killin each other for rep, <------ This pattern is repeated
Throughout the entire song
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 in fool.
So cool,
throwin up gang signs to the gangster beat,
Shottie aimed at me 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, (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.)
No more rats and no more roaches,
livin next door to football coaches.
Now I got a new place to sell my crack.
Now I got little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin blue, went 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 Jheri curl.
I knew I couldn t make it to the NFL,
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 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, âHey, homeboy, what you got?â
I put a fat rock inside his hand.
About 25 sheriffs jumped out the van.
(âGet down, punk.â)
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 panther wolves don t want none,
but the Mexican s straight on one.
Them Essays, 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-as 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 ed 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,(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 man?)
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!)
Ey, where we finna go? (We gonna 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.