| Yeah | 
| Comeon Homeboy, Turn it up | 
| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Buch-ach x2 | 
| Afroman, Double H, Double C | 
| Double OG, Checking in the double tree | 
| Colt 45, No Bubbley | 
| Cops give me trouble, but they still don’t trouble me | 
| Hit the lights, read my rights | 
| Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don’t care | 
| Run up in the club, grab me a woman (Oh) | 
| Waitress keep them drinks 'a coming (burp) | 
| Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking bout? | 
| I don’t know, Shutup bitch, I’m in my own zone | 
| Turn the music up, and leave me alone | 
| Put your hands up if you’re with me (ooh) | 
| Tell the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!) | 
| Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh) | 
| You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh) | 
| But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air | 
| The hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule | 
| Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking brew | 
| Drinking brew, taking blunts to the brain | 
| Palms in the air, cause it’s a Palmdale thang | 
| Everybody in the crowd, put your beer in the air (uh) | 
| If you’re real short, stand up in a chair (uh) | 
| If you ain’t quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette | 
| Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig every chance you can | 
| If you feel the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute | 
| Then take a slurp, Drink slow homie, don’t want the bottle | 
| To get all foamy, moving, grooving, jumping around | 
| Bottle in the air, chugging it down | 
| Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh) | 
| You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh) | 
| But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air | 
| Throw it in the trash, drop it on the ground | 
| Stagger to the bar, get another round | 
| If you got alot of money, than share | 
| I’m sure another alcoholic will care | 
| Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if it’s good | 
| Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun before you get too old | 
| Lock the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom | 
| Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail | 
| Take a little time out for yourself | 
| Cause Afroman is good for your health | 
| Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh) | 
| You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh) | 
| But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air |