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Versuri Mississippi
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but
Palmdale over with, homeboy. I?m fittin? to go
home cuz.)
Please take me back home, (You know what I?m
sayin??) to Mississippi.
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I?m
fittin? to go back and kick it with my family,
cuz.)
Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds
of this weed) to Mississippi.
(You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them fools
back to ?82, cuz.)
Before South Central Palmdale flossin?, I stayed
in a place called Palmer?s Crossing.
Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like
a Woodstock hippy.
All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap
tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!)
Tell DJ Pumpkin ?Keep it crunckin? Clyde.?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro, fuck
their little homegirl, make her toes curl, rock
their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl.
She sucks me sucks me, fucks me fucks me, cries
every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup, ?cause I gots to go scoop
another ho from Tupelo
Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again.
Hit it in Meridian, make that bitch rub her clit
again, pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my
dick until she spit again. BUCCCOC!
Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to
Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back,
hump-back, Afroman?s the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to
Mississippi.
From the delta to the coast, I?m doin? the most,
grab your 40oz. Let?s toast.
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville. Baseheads
hit the pipe, they can tell it?s real.
Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down
yonder in East Bouche.
Cops be sweatin? outa town, dog. Sweatin? my car
with a hound dog.
Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin? to get
my bitch to fuckin? snitch and shit.
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane running warrant checks
on the Afroman
But I can?t be no hip hop star cuffed in the back
of some police car.
Did you find the gun? NO!
Did you find the dope? NO!
Open up the back door. ?Well, son, you?re free to
go.?
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, _________________
C?mon, Let?s all get drunk tonight. I hope I
don?t fight with a punk tonight.
Get nervous, as I swerve this Cadillac through
Purvis.
Hope I don?t crash when I hit Petal, get my ass
kicked in the white ghetto.
Prejudice police won?t let me go, so I?ma drive
slow, hide my ?fro.
I was dumb, now I?m dumber, y?all, last summer,
y?all,
I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall.
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin? a tune for
Nikki and June down in Picayune, baby!
Just like a shovel I be diggin? all the pretty
young women in Wiggins.
On the boat, Gulfport, I got my dick down some
girl?s throat. (BUCCCCOC!)
I can?t help it, I?m a Crip, baby. I think you
need to wipe your lip, baby.
Hula Hula Hula, the whole house ruler. What?s up
with all the bitches down in Pascagoula?
Small towns, small cities, but they still got big
ol? asses plus titties.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It?s the hungry
hustler, Afroman
Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl
activator in my hair.
I?m in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson.
Always getting plenty panty action.
McClaine. Even McComb. Tell the whole world
Mississippi?s your home.
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez. I got the weed
brother, who got the matches? (I do.)
Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.)
Depend on me like my name was patches.
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies.
Now I roll Phillies with all the Hillbillies.
Never ever thought I?d see the Klu Klux Klan
buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. It?s a
beautiful thing jumpin? off in the South.
Afroman, I?m a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop,
I?m the start of it.
I?m the latest. I?m the greatest, and all you
haters, I?ll mash you like potatoes.
I?ll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then
cook me some cornbread and collard greens.
BUCCCOC!
Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to
Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back,
hump-back, Afroman?s the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to
Mississippi.
From the delta to the coast, I?m doin? the most,
grab your 40oz. Let?s toast.
!982, ?83, ?84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto.
Tryin? to break dance in my B-Boy stance, Micheal
Jackson glove, parachute pants.
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones. G-dog, cuz, I don?t
believe we?re grown.
But hey, G-dog, you and me?ll see dog. Whatever
happens, cuz, it?s you and me dog.
Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk
(folk) so let?s take a toke (toke) till we croak
(croak).
I?m a locster locster, honey spokester, drinking
everyday like I?m supposed to.
Bottle after bottle, dog, in my lip-a, flowing on
the mic like the Mississippi river.
Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to
Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back,
hump-back, Afroman?s the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to
Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya.
Boy you?re so cold the sun can?t melt ya.
Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to
Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back,
hump-back, Afroman?s the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to
Mississippi.
From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya.
Boy you?re so cold the sun can?t melt ya.
Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to
Mississippi.
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