Mississippi

Please take me back home To Mississippi

Please take me back home To Mississippi

Before South Central, Palmdale flossin

I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing

Hattiesburg, Mississippi

Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy

All my homies in Laurel

Beg borrow

Buy my rap tape tomorrow

Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunck an' Clyde

Request my tape when you go inside

So I can take Jane and girl

To Waynesboro

Fuck her homegirl thorough

Make her toes curl

Rock her 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

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

Please take me back home To Mississippi

Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back

Afroman's the bomb, bump that

Please take me back home To Mississippi

From the delta to the coast

I'm doin the most

Grab your 40 ounce, 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 hoochie

Way down yonder in Eastabuchie

Cops be sweatin outta town dog

Sniffin my car with a hound dog

Separate me from my bitch and shit

Tryin to get my bitch to lie, snitch and shit

Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane

Runnin 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

Flossed like a cholow

In a clean low glow

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 Pedal

Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto

Prejudice police won't let me go

Let the tint window camouflage my 'fro

I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all

last summer y'all

I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall

got a phone call frome Nikki and June

pickin' some shrooms down in Picayune, baby

Just like a shovel I'm truly diggin

All these pretty women that i meet in Wiggins

On the boat

Gulfport

I got my dick down some girl's throat

I can't help it Its a trip 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

Flyin through the air in my underwear

Geri curl activator in my hair

I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson

Always gettin 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?

Who got the funky DJ that scratches?

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

Please take me back home To Mississippi

Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back

Afroman's the bomb, bump that

Please take me back home To Mississippi

From the delta to the coast

I'm doin the most

Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast.

1982, '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 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

Cause you my folk

So let's take a toke

Till we croak

I'm a locsta locsta

Hundred spokesta

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 To Mississippi

Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back

Afroman's the bomb, bump that

Please take me back home To Mississippi

From the delta to the coast

I'm doin the most

Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast.

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