Afroman - Mississippi lyrics

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 f** her homegirl thorough Make her toes curl Rock her world Leave with their Auntie Sheryl She s**s me s**s me f**s me f**s 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 b**h rub her clit again Pinch the nipples on her tit again s** my dick until she spit again (Chorus) 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 c**aine 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 b**h and sh** Tryin to get my b**h to lie, snitch and sh** 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 a** 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 f**ed 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 b**hes down in Pascagoula Small towns, small cities But they still got big ol' a**es 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 (Chorus) 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 (Chorus - 2X)