Afroman, Crazy Rap (Colt 45): the lyrics and their meaning

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Crazy Rap (Colt 45 & 2 Zig-Zags) is a song released by the American rapper Afroman in 1998. It became famous because of its dirty, funny lyrics where Afroman and his boys rap about all the sexual experiences they had, and the troubles they got into. It’s a song with an extremely catchy rhythm and many lines worth to read carefully while listening to the song. In this articles we will delve into the song lyrics and interpret the meaning of the song and the message it wants to convey.

You can find below the official video of the song.

Watch this video on YouTube.

Afroman, Crazy Rap (Colt 45 and 2 Zig-Zags): the meaning of the lyrics

Crazy Rap (Colt 45 and 2 Zig-Zags) is a song where Afroman brags about all the sexual experiences he made, with lyrics expressed in a funny way, with the purpose of laughing about them, about the problems those experiences gave him sometimes. The song starts indeed with a joke, that makes clear the mood: Afroman wants to have fun time with his fellas, talking dirty about the girls he had.

Colt 45 is the name of a liquor, while Zig Zags are the rolling papers you use to smoke mari**ana. So the title becomes very clear: all I need right now is to drink, smoke and rap crazy, dirty stuff.

The rest of the lyrics collect a long series of girls that Afroman met, with whom he had adventurous encounters. Like the daughter of a Ku Klux Klan leader who then caught them together and beat the rapper. Nevertheless, he enjoyed sex with that girl so much that he thinks he will do it again.

In the second verse Afroman keeps collecting stories. Girls he met coming from all the corners of the world. Including a trans woman, girls from Japan, Australia or Hawai, and a Mexican girl who was later deported. The song insists in taking all stories easy, in a lighthearted mood, as you would be if you are high and drunk, of course.

For sure there aren’t hidden meanings on this song. We let you read them in full below, while you listen to the song you have in this article. The official video is shorter than the original song, though: if you want to enjoy the full version, play this streaming.

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The full lyrics of the song

Said Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that’s all we need
We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
As the mari**ana burn, we can take our turn
Singin’ them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin’ high as hell, flyin’ through Palmdale, skatin’ on Dayton rims
So roll, roll, the ’83 Cadillac Coupe DeVille
If my tapes and my CDs just don’t sell, I bet my Caddy will

Well, it was just sundown in a small white town
They call it East Side Palmdale (Well)
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale (Sale)
Well, I was standing on the corner sellin’ rap CDs
When I met a little girl named Jan (Jan), I let her ride in my Caddy
‘Cause I didn’t know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
(Haha) We f***ed on the bed, f***ed on the floor (Woo)
F***ed so long I grew a f***in’ afro
Then I f***ed to the left (Left), f***ed to the right (Right)
She s***ed my d** ’til the s**t turned white (Haha)
Thought to myself, “Sheeba-sheeba”, got my a_ lookin’ like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet (Oh)
So I ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin’ with a two-by-four
Oh (Haha), he beat me to the left, he beat me to the right
The motherf***er whooped my a_ all night
But I ain’t mad at her prejudiced dad
That’s the best damn p***y I ever had (Haha)
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine (Woo)
I’m gonna f**k that b*** just one more time

Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that’s all we need (Come on)
We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed
And as the mari**ana burn, we can take our turn
Singin’ them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin’ high as hell, flyin’ through Palmdale, skatin’ on Dayton rims
(Come on) So roll, roll, the ’83 Cadillac Coupe DeVille
If my tapes and my CDs just don’t sell, I bet my Caddy will (Uh)

I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair, but damn she looked good
I took her to my house because she was fine
But she whooped out a d** that was bigger than mine
I met this lady from Japan, never made love with an African
I f***ed her once, I f***ed her twice
I ate that p***y like shrimp-fried rice
Don’t be amazed at the stories I tell ya (Tell ya)
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big b**t and big t***ies too
So I hopped in her a_ like a Kangaroo
See, I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her a_ and she said “AIEE!”
Lips was breakfast, p***y was lunch
Then her t***es busted open with Hawaiian Punch
I met Colonel Sanders’ wife in the state of Kentucky
She said, “I’d fry some chicken if you’d just f**k me”
I came in her mouth, it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of Herbs ‘n’ Spices

Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that’s all we need (Uh)
We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed (Uh)
And as the mari**ana burn, we can take our turn
Singin’ them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong

(Ay, wait a minute man, check this out man, ayy ha)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her t***ies were filled with Hennessy
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that a_ and said, “Yes, Miss Daisy”
Met this lady in Oklahoma, put that p***y in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan, I can’t wait ’til I f**k that b*** again
Met a real black girl down in South Carolina
F***ed her until she turned into a white albino
F***ed this hooker in Iowa, I f***ed her on credit, so I owe her
(Haha) F***ed this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth, man, I thought I told ya?
Met this beautiful sexy hoe
She just ran across the border of Mexico
Fine young thing said her name’s Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married, but I can’t afford it
I know I’ma cry when she get deported

Colt 45 and two Zig-Zags, baby, that’s all we need (Come on)
We can go to the park, after dark, smoke that tumbleweed (Uh)
And as the mari**ana burn, we can take our turn
Singin’ them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech & Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feelin’ high as hell, flyin’ through Palmdale, skatin’ on Dayton rims
(Come on) So roll, roll, the ’83 Cadillac Coupe DeVille
If my tapes and my CDs just don’t sell…

Have you ever went over a girl’s house to f**k
But the p***y just ain’t no good? (Say what?)
I mean, you gettin’ upset because you can’t get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood
So you try to play it off and eat the p***y
But it take her so long to c*m
Then a dude walk in, that’s her big boyfriend
And he asks you, “Where you from?”
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain
You start talking real fast
But he already mad ’cause you f***g his woman
So he start beating on yo’ a_, now your clothes all muddy
Your nose all bloody, your d** was hard but now it’s soft
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go j**k off