Missisippi lyrics

Artist  : Afroman 
Song : Missisippi



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(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.