Missisippi Lyrics - Singles - Afroman

(Palmdale was like the peak of my life 

But Palmdale over with homeboy 

I'm fittin to go home 'cause) 

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 'cause) 

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 'cause) 

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 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 

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 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 East Bouche 

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 fuckin 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 

Come on 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 

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 ole 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 (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 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 'cause, I don't believe we grown 

But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog 

Whatever happens 'cause, 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 (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 40 ounce, let's toast 

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 40 ounce, let's toast