jobe bells lyrics – afroman

jobe bells

dashing through these hos,
cadillac’s and sixty ‘fo’s,
on three wheels we go,
clocking lots of doe,

cellphone ringtone ring,
my song “because i got high”,
smoking weed while i watch,
the police flying by!

oh, jinglebell, east palmdale jobe is back and not whack,
oooh found your daughter and you finally caught ‘er and you mad ‘cuz i’m black,
ahaha i f*cked her good, just like i should,
i think i blew her balloon,
i didn’t use a condom and now we have a problem:
she havin’ my baby in june (say what?!)

i know this holiday hooker,
i think her name is jan,
and if you ‘aint got no money (h*ll yeah),
she’s got a layaway plan,
i got a bl*wj*b from her friend,
i think her name is gwen,
my d*ck plugged up her mouth; she couldn’t get no oxygen!

oh jinglebell, county jail, jobe’s from the hood,
skinny women suck my d*ck real good but their b*tt cheeks feel like wood (ouch!)
i be swimmin, in big fat women, when i’m in the sack (ooh!)
why have a skinny little bicycle b*tch when i can ride a cadillac?!

i met this beautiful woman,
she said she was hawaiian,
she said she didn’t like black guys, however she was lyin’
she’d seen my go detonas,
all my coupes and cash,
she licked my hairy b*lls, like chocolate coconuts!

oh, jinglebell, shotgun sh*ll, sheriff got a gun,
he pulled the trigger, shot that n*gg*r look at that mo’ f*cka run!
hit ‘im in the head kicked him in the *ss, put a kneecap in his chest,
went to the court, and told the judge, “this man was resisting arrest!”

/ afroman lyrics